Bring Your Girlfriend to Work Day

Cara ducked beneath the half-open garage door, eyes adjusting to the brightly lit space after the rainy darkness of outside. Kim had worked at this garage for a couple years, but Cara had only visited a handful of times since they’d started dating a few months ago. She loved walking in on Kim working on a car; something about how dirty she got really did it for Cara. Right now though, the garage appeared empty.

“Kim?” called Cara, voice echoing in the cavernous space.

“In back!”

Cara followed Kim’s voice, winding through the small garage, cars in various states of distress filling the space and tools lining the walls. It was a place that made you want to touch. Cara controlled herself though, holding on tightly to the sack lunch she’d made for Kim.

The sound of running water stopped as soon as Cara stepped into the tiny back room that housed a mini fridge and sink as well as a metal desk and chair that took up the majority of the space. Kim offered a smile as she roughly dried her hands on a pastel pink hand towel that Cara found especially delightful in this setting.

Setting down the sack lunch on the desk, Cara took in Kim’s ruffled hair and sturdy black jumpsuit that hid the stains from working on cars all day. Kim always changed before leaving work, so Cara rarely got to admire her work attire. She’s forgotten the way it hugged Kim’s waist, flattened her tits. And the silver zipper that ran all the way down to where Kim’s thighs met…Cara’s mouth watered.

“Hey perv, you done?”

Cara startled, cheeks pinking at being caught staring. Kim was laughing by the time Cara had brought her gaze up to Kim’s face and Cara joined in before saying, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” said Kim, smile hardening as her gaze grew heated. She grabbed the zipper resting against her neck. “Lucky you, I’m the only one in the shop today and my next appointment isn’t for another 30min.”

Cara’s eyes widened as Kim dragged the zipper down past her tits, her navel, her hips. Cara stole a backwards glance at the empty-for-now shop before returning hungrily to the sight of Kim wearing a thin white t-shirt beneath her jumpsuit, nipples already hard in the cold air. A hint of Kim’s black underwear caught Cara’s attention and she sucked in a breath through her teeth.

“Are you sure—”

“Come here,” said Kim, voice taking on that specific tenor it had whenever she stepped into Daddy mode. Cara felt the answering pull in her cunt as she crossed the small office, stopping directly in front of Kim. She could see the slightest smudge of grease along her neck.

“You were such a good girl, bringing Daddy lunch. You like to do nice things for me, don’t you, pretty thing?” Kim grabbed Cara’s hand, guiding it inside her underwear so that Cara could feel her wetness. Cara groaned, forcing her hand still. She wasn’t allowed to act without being told. Kim grinned. “Does that feel good?”

Cara nodded, mouth dry with want as her cunt pulsed with desire. She knew that if Kim stuck a hand down her pants, they’d be just as wet as the flesh beneath Cara’s fingers. Instead, Kim pushed down on the back of Cara’s hand, groaning as they pressed against Kim’s cunt together.

“Just like that, sweet thing,” said Kim, pressed Cara’s hand against her clit in a steady rhythm that turned Kim’s breaths into pants. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

“Yes, Daddy,” said Cara, focused on maintaining tempo as Kim pulled her hand free to hold a single finger in front of Cara’s mouth.

“Open.”

Cara opened her mouth wide enough for a finger to slide between her lips. Kim pressed down on Cara’s tongue, holding her in place, before adding a second finger. “Don’t move.”

Cara concentrated on keeping her mouth in a perfect O as Kim roughly pushed her fingers across Cara’s lips, teeth, tongue. It wasn’t long before Kim slid a third finger into Cara’s mouth, curling them against the back of Cara’s teeth to pull her forward. Cara choked out a cry but stayed on her feet, hand still circling Kim’s clit.

Kim leaned forward, fingers working steadily in Cara’s mouth as she brought her lips to Cara’s ear. “See the thing is…we both know why you really brought me lunch. That you thought if you were extra good and brought Daddy lunch, that you’d get fucked. Isn’t that right?”

Kim laughed low and full-throated at Cara’s attempted nod

“Oh, mouth full?” Kim stuck another finger between Cara’s lips, sliding all four of them down to the last knuckle before pulling them out again. Cara whined, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Her jaw ached, but she forced her mouth open wider.

“Don’t lose focus now,” said Kim, voice dangerous in Cara’s ear. “Not when you’re so close to getting Daddy off.”

Cara hadn’t realized her hand had stopped moving. With a cry muffled by the fingers filling her mouth, she pressed against Kim’s cunt and was rewarded with a groan. She did it again and again, in time with the fingers fucking her mouth, enraptured with the circle they created.

“Fuck,” said Kim, the bit-off swear ratcheting up Cara’s desire further. Kim pumped her fingers faster, Cara maintaining her rhythm until finally Kim orgasmed. Her whole body shuddered as she pulled Cara in closer, fingers filling Cara’s mouth entirely. Cara didn’t stop moving until Kim freed herself, carelessly wiping spit across Cara’s cheeks.

Heavy-lidded, Cara stared up at Kim. Her cunt was pounding, her only thought about guiding Kim’s fingers inside her slick. Kim seemed to get the message, mouth curling into a grin as she grabbed at Cara’s zipper.

“Hello?”

“Oh shit,” said Kim, laughing as her hand paused on the waistband of Cara’s jeans. “Guess he’s early.”

Cara groaned, burying her head in Kim’s chest. “I hate everything.”

Kim’s grin turned devilish as she placed a kiss on Cara’s cheek, zippering herself back into her jumpsuit. “Promise not to take matters into your own hands before I come over, and I’ll make sure to bring dessert.”

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