New Coworker

Jace was the office's most recent coworker. He had been there for 6 weeks and had barely talked to anyone. He was tall, lanky, and awkward. Definitely autistic.

I don't mean that rudely or in a way to put him down. Just matter of factly in that he did not always understand body language, tone, or gestures. His eye contact was limited, he was very particular in the way he did things, and he was socially anxious.

I was attracted to him. I don't know what it was. He was attractive for sure. Over 6 foot tall, with blonde shaggy hair, round glasses framed his bright green eyes, he had a cute crooked smile, a baby smooth face, long arms, and piano player hands. I couldn't help but wonder what his fingers could do.

My desk was nearest his, so I suppose I had the most contact with him, which was few and far between.

I did know that he was a year older than me, 29. I knew he wasn't married or had any children. I wondered if he had a partner but I was going to assume not. I also knew we liked the same music. One day I noticed his music player open on his desktop and they were all some of my favorite songs so I attempted to engage him in a conversation about music and concerts. It was a short conversation but I did learn we had seen some of the same bands or wanted to.

I knew we shared the same ideologies. I was surprised he was somewhat vocal about certain laws that were trying to be passed in our state.

To anyone else, my daily conversation attempts and mild flirting would have been noticed, but it was clear he had no idea. This was going to make my attempt to get with him harder.

I think given his barriers I needed to just swallow my humility and ask him out. I plan to ask him to a bar, hoping that a little liquor would loosen him up.

Today was the day. I was extremely anxious even though I felt confident in my outfit of choice. I had curled my brown long hair, used mascara and liner to bring attention to my large sky-blue eyes, and wore my favorite lingerie set that helped my b cup breasts stand out. I wore a snug black long-sleeve with a v-neck line paired with a red and black plaid skirt that stopped just above my knee. It hugged my curves just right accentuating my round ass. I even busted out a pair of red pumps that were collecting dust in my closet. They added almost an inch of height to my 5 foot 3 inches.

I saw Jace get up and go toward the hallway to head to the restroom. My mouth became dry so I took a long drink of my water and reapplied my lipgloss. I got up to follow him out.

The office was quiet, it was almost 4 pm on a Friday so there wasn't anyone in the hall. Luckily, I timed our encounter just right as he was coming out of the restroom. He was looking at his top, pulling down his sweater over his slacks, I caught him off guard.

I cleared my throat, "Hey, Jace."

I smiled at him when he looked up, "Oh hey, Ash."

It took him 3 weeks to not use my full name, Ashlyn. His face was unchanged but I noticed his eyes scanned my body so maybe that was helpful. Here goes nothing.

"So, um, I was wondering if you'd like to grab a drink at Millie's after work? I know it's last minute so it's cool if not." I gave a small awkward chuckle.

He looked at me for a long second, I could tell he was trying to make sense of the interaction. Butterflies hit my stomach.

"Yeah, that sounds good," he finally said, his voice seeming to raise an octave.

I think my face showed my surprise, "Awesome, great, it'll be fun, I can meet you there or we can go together..." I trailed off.

He continued to stare at me, he was now fidgeting with his fingers, "We can meet there, I only live a block away from Millies if you want to meet me at my place?"

Now I know my surprise was apparent. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought. "Sounds like a plan." I smiled at him again.

We both awkwardly went back to our desks. I couldn't stop glancing at him but I know he didn't look up once over the next hour and a half. I was squirming in my seat by the time the clock hit 5.

I closed out my applications and stood up. Jace was already pulling on his coat. I knew I was going to be cold in this skirt. The temperature had dropped to 45 degrees since the afternoon. I put on my black dress coat and wondered who would talk first.

Jace came over to me.

"You can follow me," he stated and turned around to walk out the door.

We walked to our cars quietly. He made sure I was behind him before turning out of the parking lot. I followed him for a while, I saw we passed Millies. Almost one block away, down a side street, was a small apartment complex. It was nice. Gated, a pool, gym, and dog park.

I parked in visitor parking, taking note of where he parked, I walked over to his car. He was standing outside of his black Dodge Charger with his hands in his pockets.

I smiled up at him, hoping he would say something first, and he did.

"Honestly, do you just want to come in? I have a full bar," he jabbed his thumb behind him pointing to his apartment.

The man kept surprising me. Now I knew this would be easy. "Sure, that sounds good," I giggled. It sounded awkward but maybe he thought it was cute.

I followed him to his door on the bottom floor. I didn't know what I was expecting. At work, he kept a tidy desk with no decorations.

Stepping in behind him seemed like it was someone else's apartment. It was a large open area separated well between the living and kitchen areas. The walls were lined with artwork and band posters, a lot with signatures. To the left was a bay window with the shades drawn. He had a brown leather sectional lining one wall and a large oak entertainment center lining the opposite. Bringing the space together was a large charcoal-colored rug with an oak coffee table in the middle.

On the right side of the open space was the dining area opening up into a decent-sized kitchen. Instead of a dining table, he had an oak bar. 3 barstools sat at the front and the shelves lining the back underside were full of liquor bottles.

He took his shoes off and sat them by the door. I did the same, happy to be taking them off. He hung his coat up on the coat hook on the wall. I stood there awkwardly but he reach his hand out, gesturing for my coat. I slid it off and he hung it beside his.

"Make yourself at home," he said shyly, running his hand through his hair.

God. He was so cute.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked walking toward the kitchen.

I thought for a second, forgetting everything I had ever known about alcohol, "Surprise me?" I smiled and shrugged.

He laughed, it was genuine and relaxed. Adorable. He smiled his crooked smile at me, flashing his perfect teeth. He nodded and began opening cabinets.

I stifley sat down on the couch. I was too conscious of wanting to look attractive the entire time. My eye caught the entertainment center. On the shelving below the 60-inch TV was a record player and rows of records.

"Great record collection," I called to him. He was filling two highball glasses with ice.

"Thanks. Pick something out," he suggested.

I gladly walked over. I kneeled and was engrossed in looking through his collection. I heard him at the bar tinkering with bottles.

I chose an older-looking vinyl of 'Dark Side of the Moon' by Pink Floyd.

"Ohh, Floyd on vinyl must be nice," I commented as he brought over two drinks.

"Whisky sour. I overheard you telling Sam that they are your favorite," Jace said coming to turn the record on.

"Well, I'm flattered you remembered," I blushed. I took a seat back on the couch and picked up a glass. I needed this to calm me down. I took a long drink and Jace did the same when he sat down.

"Very smooth," I said. I was enjoying the sound of the record and I couldn't help but move my body a little. I could feel his eyes on me as I took another long sip.

He must have poured a double because the whisky was strong but flavorful. "I love your artwork and posters," I said.

He looked around his wall. "I like art" he stated. "I've worked hard to get those signatures too," he laughed.

We finished our drinks at the same time. He got up to make another. I could already feel the alcohol warming my body and lowering my inhibitions. I begin to sing along with the music.

Jace sat down beside me, closer this time. I could touch his leg with mine if I wanted. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach.

He had brought our drinks but also two shot glasses and a small bottle of whisky.

"I haven't opened this bottle yet. It's aged and expensive so I hope it's good," he opened it and gave it a sniff. "Mmm," he breathed through his nose.

He held the bottle over for me. I inhaled the scent of oak, it was spicy with an undertone of something sweet. It smelled wonderful.

"Mmm, well it smells fantastic," I commented as he poured two shots.

I took a long drink of the cocktail he poured. He picked up the shot and waited for me to hold mine as well. He came forward to cheers. I smiled and giggled. I tipped the drink back in a single gulp. It burned my throat and my stomach but it tasted wonderful. The flavor was deep on my tongue.

"That's good," I stated, taking another drink from my glass.

"Yes, definitely worth the money. I would like to visit more distilleries." He polished off his drink.

I noticed his body and face relaxed, he wasn't as stiff. I was feeling quite tipsy with the quick succession of strong liquor. I finished my drink, and we both seemed to be enjoying the music.

"One more?" he gestured to the shot glass.

"Sure," I giggled again. I couldn't help it. I could feel myself leaning more toward him.

I could tell he was watching me. It seemed he was just seeing me for the first time. We both took the shot easily.

"If you'd like to see some other art and stuff I'd love to show you," he asked.

"I would love that."

He stood up and swayed slightly. The alcohol hitting upon standing was a rush. I took it too quickly. I stepped over my foot and almost fell over. He reach out and grabbed my shoulders.

We both laughed pretty hard. I had never heard a laugh like that from him. It was genuine and melodic. I was finally able to catch eye contact with him and hold it for a while.

He was so handsome. His beautiful eyes were glossy. He was still holding onto my shoulders. His hands were big and wrapped around my arms. I could feel a warmth between my legs as my juices started flowing.

My inhibitions were at rock bottom. I had to stand on my tiptoes, but I did so quickly. I leaned up and kissed him. I made it quick but hard. I needed him to know I wanted him. I leaned back a bit to look at his face. He smelled so good and his lips tasted like the whisky.

He seemed confused for a second but then his face quickly changed. His expression was smoldering.

He pulled me back in. His lips hit mine and parted slightly. His kiss was hungry. Our tongues began to dance together as he changed sides. I bit his lip teasingly. This seemed to be something he liked. His kiss become harder and his hands moved to my hair. I moved my body more to his, pushing myself against him.

I felt his erection between us. The slacks were unforgiving. I could tell it was large. I felt my pussy tingle. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled his lips away.

"So do you want to fuck me?" he asked boldly.

With no hesitation, I ran my hand across his crotch. Fuck. The length was already intimidating. He winked at me. It was so hot. Maybe the alcohol turned him into a different person, one that's more sure and confident.

He took my hand and pulled me down a short hallway. I noted the bathroom to my right. He walked into a larger room at the end of the hall.

As I suspected, his room was tidy. His king-size bed was made. There were no clutter or clothes on the floor. I admired a man that could clean up after himself. Artwork lined the wall. It was colorful and abstract. He had posters in here as well. He grabbed a small remote and dimmed the light which I thought was cool.

He came back over to me. Seeming to lose any awkwardness about him. He began kissing me again. This time his hands began to explore my body. He ran a hand across my breasts. He squeezed each one tenderly. I moaned into his mouth eagerly.

I moved my hand to his hair. It was so soft. I trailed my other down his back. I snuck it under his shirt and began grazing my nails across his skin. He responded to my touches by pulling me closer. His erection was hard against my stomach. He began kissing my neck and biting it playfully. His hands ran down my curves and to my ass. They moved under my skirt and he grabbed two handfuls of my ass. He made a small primal growl. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. I quivered in his hands.

Still grabbing onto my ass he spun me around and threw me on the bed. I giggled with surprise and satisfaction. His eyes were full of lust. He took off his glasses and laid them on the night table. I was able to see his beautiful green eyes fully, looking at me with longing.

His hands went under my shirt. He lifted it and I pulled it off the rest of the way. He ran his hands over my top half. It seemed like he was reading a map. He reach under me and unhooked my bra quite easily which impressed me. I lay there, my pale rounded breasts on display. He kissed them. He took one nipple in his mouth and the other he rolled between his fingers offering simultaneous stimulation. I moaned and moved my hips. I felt like my pussy was a waterfall.

He moved down my stomach and to my skirt. He winked at me as he kneeled between my legs. It gave me goosebumps. He pulled off my black thong, ran his hands over my thighs, and chuckled.

"Seems like you are excited," he teased.

"I fucking want you," I stated forcefully. I had no idea where either of our awkward shyness went, but it was no longer. I was filled with lust and wanting, and I could tell he was too.

His grin became coy. Something I had never seen from him either. He pulled my legs apart and his head disappeared under my skirt. I moaned as I felt his mouth on my slit. He kissed my mound and his tongue found my clit. I moaned louder, my whole body felt on fire and my pussy was tingling. His tongue worked hard on my clit. He sucked and swirled with a good amount of pressure that made me feel if he kept it up, I would cum.

Suddenly, he was pulling my skirt off with force. My whole body is on display. His mouth and chin were glistening with my juices. He was so sexy. I pulled on his shirt, beckoning him to come forward. I pulled his shirt off him to reveal his body.

He wasn't muscular. He was slim with sparse body hair. He had a cute happy trail leading to a defined v line which made me go crazy. My hands searched his body as I licked my juices off his face.

"You're so hot," I moaned.

"Umm you're hot," he said matter-of-factly as he chuckled.

I needed the grand reveal. I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them as far as I could. I held up a finger and pushed him back and stood up. I took his pants off the rest of the way. Kneeling in front of him. His black boxers still left a mystery to his member. I pulled them down eagerly to see his dick pop out at me. It was so long, at least 8 inches, he was girthy as well. This man was well endowed. His penis had a slight upturn to it. He had well-landscaped pubic hair that connected to his happy trail.

I was a bit intimidated by his size but excited for the challenge. "Fuck me," I said as I begin to work his length in my hand. He laughed at this.

I put my mouth around his head and sucked off the precum. He moaned with delight. I left my hand at the base of his shaft and took all I could into my mouth until I gagged. I pulled off of him and laughed, "Goddamn, hold on."

I got up and laid on the bed on my back with my head hanging off. I pulled him into me. He went down my throat easily with minimal gagging. He began thrusting into me harder. I used my tongue to give him extra pleasure as he face fucked me. His moans were passionate. I fondled his balls as his thrusts became more aggressive, which turned me on.

He pulled out of my mouth, my spit coated his cock. He squeezed both my tits hard before turning me back around so I was laying correctly on the bed. He went back down between my legs. He squeezed and slapped my inner thighs. Not hard though. I moaned to encourage him.

He lapped at my pussy. He was giving his all and that turned me on even more. I moved my hips to grind into his tongue. He grabbed handfuls of my hips and ass pulling me harder onto him. My moans became louder which seemed to excite him.

He added a finger into my pulsating hole. It reached in far, just as I thought. I put my hands in his hair, giving a bit of pressure. He added another finger. He easily grabbed my Gspot and began working on her while still sucking powerfully on my clit. I felt my walls begin to tighten and an orgasm building quickly throughout my body.

"Ahhh... ahhhh I'm going to cum," I whined. I hit the edge and toppled over. I felt a burst of liquid escape my pussy. My back arched, my breathing was erratic, my stomach and legs were shaking. He didn't stop. I milked his fingers until my very last drop. He slowed down and pulled back as I calmed down.

"Fuck Jace," I breathed, still unable to fully catch my breath.

He smiled at me devilishly, his face wet from my cum. He didn't hesitate, he guided his rock-hard dick straight into my wet hole. He moaned slightly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deep inside me, I felt his balls up against my thighs. I couldn't believe he was able to bottom out in my cunt. I felt him hitting my cervix. He was thrusting slowly and rotating his hips. It felt so good, his body was driving me crazy. I dug into his back.

"Fuck me. I love it," I moaned.

"Are you a little whore?" he was almost awkward while dirty talking- almost. I loved feeling like a slut.

"Yes, I'm your little whore. I love your cock inside me," I panted as his thrusts became more aggressive. I felt his cock in my stomach, it was bulging with each dive inside.

He took hold of my legs and pushed them back as far as they would go. They were almost behind my head. This brought about new sensations as his dick was pushed deeper than I had previously thought.

I was moaning wildly, "Yes yes harder please!" I begged.

He fucked me wildly. The look on his face was lustful and determined. His eyes bore into mine. I had never seen this man make this much eye contact.

He growled again and pulled out, but he quickly turned me over, pulling me up onto my knees and sticking my ass out. He drove back into me making me yelp. Each position caused new sensations. I put my arms out in front of me grabbing a fistful of sheets as he plowed me from behind. The sound of our skin hitting was music to my ears.

"Rub your clit," he demanded.

I did just that. I was going to cum easily. I felt it building inside of me once again, my body began to tingle and shake as my pussy contracted.

"I'm cummmming. Fuck me. Harder. Don't stop!" I screamed. I felt my nectar flowing over his dick. He didn't stop even after I had dropped my hand.

"Yes, I love when you cum on me, Ash, you're so fucking sexy," he said excitedly.

He pulled me upright so I was almost sitting on him. His cock was buried so deep within me. He put his arm around my chest pulling me closer to him. He had a fistful of my hair in his hand pulling my head back. He began kissing me roughly. He moved his hand up and around my neck. He applied pressure to the sides of my throat. He was kissing my cheek and nibbling on my ear. We were sensually grinding on one another. His dick was hitting my gspot rhythmically.

His pressure on my throat was just enough to start causing lightheadedness. It felt exhilarating.