[Note: Some peripheral details have been changed but all the important stuff is true. I tend to enjoy the stories with lots of fleshed out description, and I try to include all the details I can solidly remember for my own]

It'd been a few weeks since I'd seen Kyra*. We'd worked together/known each other for a few months but as her other job became more steady she'd pick up less and less shifts at the restaurant we both worked at until she left altogether. Occasionally she'd come around for after shift drinks when it was just staff hanging out at the bar, but other than that I never saw much of her. Mid 20's, fair skinned, slight, a bit shorter than average with lightly curling brunette hair just past her shoulders and not one for heavy make up, she had a sharp wit and attitude that made her stand out, exactly the type of girl I like. (As for me I'm tall, naturally tanned skin with dark hair, thin and late 20's.)

I was never quite sure whether or Kyra was as into me as it may have seemed, service industry workers tend to have a natural extroversion that can be hard to gauge and I'd guessed wrong in both ways over the years. Still, it seemed like there was a bit more of an edge to our chats than with most of my other coworkers; however my own interest in specifics girls has had a tendency to skew my perception and I couldn't say for certain. That all changed the night of the party.

It was a coworker's going away, we'd booked a room at a local bar and naturally were all drinking and having a good time. I arrived there with the early group, having been hanging out in the day and were the first to get there for the evening, I'd heard Kyra might show up but wasn't sure she'd make it. I drank and chatted with the rest of my coworkers as more people arrived and we got progressively rowdier. Maybe an hour into it, she popped in the door, looking like her usual, day to day self yet as naturally pretty as she'd look wearing anything else. By now most of the spots on the booth seating that lined the small room were taken, so she ended up taking a spot a little over from me with just a few people between us. The night went on and eventually the two people between us got up to get more drinks I took the opportunity to shift over beside her so we could talk. Truth be told at this point I wasn't really trying for anything, yeah I was into her but I also genuinely liked Kyra in more than just a physical way and wanted to catch up a bit, starting off with the usual of what had been going on in each others lives and joking around about the different songs that people had chosen to sing for karaoke. As the conversation progressed I started paying less and attention to the music and people around us and focusing more on Kyra. We'd talked one on one before but this time was different, more involved, touching on personal topics despite the noise. Sitting right beside her I couldn't help but notice that buzz of mutual interest, like the air before a thunderstorm not quite electric yet palpable, with the music sometimes making it so that we had to lean in close to each other to hear clearly. Still, I didn't want to make a move yet. If she'd been a girl I met at the bar I would have gone for it but coworkers can be harder to gauge moreover I didn't want to make a move only to be turned down and labelled a workplace creep. At the same time I couldn't pull myself away from her side, feeling like to do so would miss the right opening, not to mention every time one of us would get up to grab more drinks we'd always sit back down beside the other.

The conversation continued, she reached for her bottle on the table in front of us to take a drink then returned it, but as she brought her hand back she placed it on my leg with a gentle but unmistakable caress. Slightly taken aback, I searched her eyes looking for the answer I already had, my expression shifting from somewhat shocked and off guard to one of reassured intent. As I held her gaze I asked "Do I have your number?" "No, but you could." She answered coyly with a hint of a smile I picked my phone up from beside me, pulled up the "add new contact" function and handed it to her with one hand while gliding my other across the back of her shoulders to give the far one a soft squeeze before letting it down a little to rest lightly grasping her waist. "I guess I'll have to call you sometime." I said with mock passivity, as if the idea only mildly interested me and my mind wasn't already racing with salaciously indecent thoughts of her. "Yeah..." she replied, leaving the sentence hanging with an implied "or" and drew her hand all the way up my thigh until the back of her knuckles were against my groin and pressed into it. My demeanour changed from one of relaxed attention to somewhat incredulous interest. "They're gonna see us." I remarked, referring to the coworkers all around. "So what?" she commented back Cracking a wry grin I moved the hand I had on her waist down to start massaging her ass over her pants, in response she started massaging my inner thigh nudging my bulge with each motion. Her hand shifted to start rubbing through my pants and I quit holding back on the semi I'd had for a while, flexing my groin I pushed my crotch up a little into her hand to really get the blood pumping, becoming fully erect almost immediately, something she clearly noticed as her little smirk turned into a devious grin. Now, at just over 7.5 x 5.5 inches, for a long time I never considered myself big even after first taking my measurements but as I've had more experience I've gained more appreciation and a bit of a praise kink for it. I leaned to her side and asked, "What do you think of it?" giving her a half-way glance, my voice a deep low tone in her ear. Turning her head to look me in the eyes, I met her gaze. "I think you already know" she replied holding eye contact "Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it" I pushed, wanting the exact words to come from her mouth. "It's big." She glanced down briefly then returned her eyes to stare intently into mine "I like it"

Now rock hard and feeling like I was trying to smuggle a steel pipe I slipped my hand inside her pants looking her in the eyes the whole time in case I got the "no go" headshake. It never came, instead she simply started smirking again, playing a game of chicken we both knew the other wasn't keen to back out of. I kept massaging her ass, sending my heart racing, not content with that I started rubbing between her cheeks as much as I could with only her thin underwear in the way. Breath starting to come a bit heavier, she lifted herself off her seat a bit giving my hand just enough room to graze her asshole over the fabric. There was barely any space left between us now and cupping her asscheek I pulled her nearer still, closing what remained of the gap, bringing the both of us side by side. I could see she was breathing heavier now body rising and falling with each breath almost too softly to notice. "You like that huh?" I asked quietly, yet close enough that she could hear over the din of the party. "Yeah" she said, even though we both already knew the answer.

Finishing her drink she stood up to leave the room and get another. I took a moment to idly check my phone then look around the room at my coworkers engaged in the singing or conversations with one another though not truly noticing or caring about any of it. It didn't take long for Kyra to step back in holding two drinks, passing one to me. By now I'd lost track of how much I'd had but between my own, shots and the ones coworkers and Kyra had bought me, along with some edibles I'd had, I knew it was getting to be a lot. As she sat down right beside me again I said, "You get me any more of these I won't be able to do what I need to later" She just looked at me with a bit of an eye-roll and smiled in a way I can only describe as sarcastically. Not wanting the momentum to die I wrapped my arm around her waist and started rubbing and occasionally squeezing her pussy under her pants, the thin fabric of her underwear the only thing in the way of my fingers. Quiet, stifled moans told me I was making the right motions and I kept it up. "I can't wait to get a taste" I told her in a low whisper mere inches away, prompting an uncharacteristically bashful smile from her.

I can't remember which one of us suggested leaving first, all I do remember is that as soon as the idea was mentioned we were both ready to go, exiting the room with barely a word to the others and pausing only to stop by the washrooms near the bar. I finished up quickly taking a look in the mirror to check myself and went to wait by the women's for Kyra. She stepped out after a minute, "There you are." I remarked. She took a second to smile before both of us closed the few feet of space between and kissed. I realized then that despite how we'd had hands on each for so much of the night we hadn't actually kissed yet. Now the intensity that'd been building was burning even hotter, I reached one hand behind her back while the other caressed her neck as we kissed, holding it for a few seconds until I broke away, she raised her eyebrows "That's it?" she asked teasingly I rolled my eyes grinning as I took the obvious bait. The almost full foot of height difference had me towering over her. Taking her face in both hands this time I kissed her, held it for longer then slipped my hands back down again one to her neck and the other behind her back pulling her body firmly into mine pressing my erection against her so she couldn't miss it even through our clothes. We started to make out briefly before she broke away. "Ready to go?" I asked with a air of smugness "Yeah, alright." She said casually My arm wrapped around her, we walked to the exit and stepped out the door.