My Coworker Wanted to Try It with Me on the Coast

My name is Vera, and when I crossed the ocean to start over in southern Spain, I wasn't looking for a sex story. I was looking for air, work, and a city where nobody knew anything about me. I'd left too many things behind, so I rented a small room near the sea and took the first job that came along: kitchen assistant at a bar in a coastal town that always smelled of salt, frying oil, and white wine.

There were only a few of us at the place. Mauro ran the kitchen, Esteban was the owner, and Lidia waited tables with a quick smile that lifted only one side of her mouth. The pace was brutal, but the pay was enough for me, and many nights, when we closed, we stayed behind talking with a beer in our hands, as if that shared exhaustion had made us accomplices.

Lidia and I clicked immediately. She was a few years younger than me, dark-haired, with big eyes and a way of looking at you that seemed shy until she held your gaze a second too long. She lived with her mother, had been working for some time, and possessed that mixture of responsibility and hunger for life you can recognize in certain people as soon as you meet them.

We started going out after our shifts. We went for tapas, walked along the promenade, complained about annoying customers, and ended up laughing at stupid things. I noticed how she watched me when she thought I wasn't looking, and I also noticed my own impatience whenever she brushed my arm while handing me a drink or leaned too close to whisper something in my ear over the bar's noise.

One night I went a little overboard with the beers. I wasn't drunk, but I was relaxed enough to stop pretending I was indifferent. We were sitting facing the sea, the damp air clinging to our skin and the harbor lights trembling on the dark water.

—I'm going to tell you something, and afterward you can pretend you didn't hear it —I blurted.

She turned her head, intrigued.

—I like you. A lot.

Lidia fell silent. She didn't look away. Her cheeks colored, and for a second I thought I'd screwed everything up. But then she lowered her eyes to my mouth and moistened her lips.

—I've never been with a woman —she said at last—, but I've been thinking about what it would be like for a while.

I didn't add anything. Neither did she. We went on talking about other things, as if we'd just mentioned the weather instead of a possibility that had suddenly changed everything. We said goodbye on our usual corner, with two chaste kisses and a tension so obvious that I went to bed with my pussy throbbing from sheer frustration.

The next day we weren't the same anymore. Her touches grew slower. My hands lingered too long when I passed her plates or cutlery. Smiles that had once seemed friendly now had an edge. Neither of us said anything, but we both knew we were playing at edging closer to the line.

That line arrived one afternoon when we were off. We'd gone out to get some air at the beach, still carrying the exhaustion of our shift. We sat barefoot in the sand, talking about nothing, nudging each other with our shoulders, laughing at any stupid thing. She was wearing a thin white T-shirt that the wind pressed against her body, and I couldn't keep pretending to be clueless.

I took her face in one hand and kissed her.

It wasn't a tentative brush of the lips. I slipped my tongue in immediately, firmly, and felt her go rigid for half a second before melting. She answered me with clumsy hunger, breathing hard through her nose, clutching my wrist as if she needed to hold on to something while my mouth opened her up. When I pulled away, her lips were shiny and her eyes darker.

—Fuck —she whispered.

—That's exactly what I thought.

She laughed nervously, then kissed me again. This time with less surprise and more intention. It wasn't curiosity anymore; it was desire. We stayed like that for several minutes, kissing on that half-empty beach, with the sea before us and an absurd urgency growing between our legs.

After that we held out for a few more days. I don't know how. Every shift was worse. Lidia walked past me and I watched her ass inside the black uniform pants. She bent over to pick something up and noticed my eyes fixed on her. One night, when we closed up, she asked if she could come with me to my room for one last drink because she didn't feel like going home yet.

I knew it was happening.

My room was small: a bed, a wardrobe, a nightstand, and a window overlooking an interior courtyard. Nothing special. But when I closed the door behind us, the air changed. Lidia stood beside the bed, her purse still hanging from her shoulder and her breathing far too fast for someone who had come only for a drink.

—Are you sure? —I asked her.

She nodded.

—I'm nervous —she admitted—, but I want this.

I set my keys on the table and approached slowly. I didn't want to pounce on her. I brushed her hair away from her face, caressed her behind the ear, and kissed her softly at first, barely testing the waters. I felt her exhale through her mouth and place her hands on my waist. I kissed her again, deeper, and this time she answered without holding back, pressing herself against me.

I took her purse from her shoulder and left it on a chair. My fingers moved down her back to the curve of her ass, and I squeezed it through her clothes. She cried out very softly into my mouth. I liked that sound. I bit her lip, and she grabbed my shirt tightly.

—I don't know what to do —she murmured.

—You don't have to know anything. Let me take you there.

I undressed her slowly, more so she'd have time to breathe than because I lacked desire. I undid the buttons of her blouse one by one and let it fall at her feet. She was wearing a simple white lace bra, beautiful against her dark skin. She covered herself for a second out of sheer embarrassment, but I moved her hands aside.

—Don't cover yourself. I want to see you.

Her chest rose and fell quickly. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, the place where her breasts began. When I unfastened her bra, a barely audible moan escaped her. Her tits were firm, with small nipples already hard from arousal. I circled them with my tongue before sucking one. Her reaction was immediate: she arched her back and dug her fingers into my shoulders.

—Like that... fuck, like that...

I licked both nipples, alternating slowly and firmly, barely nibbling as I felt her relax beneath my hands. Meanwhile, I opened her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. White too, and lace too. I liked that absurd detail, as if she'd dressed for me without knowing it.

When she was left in her underwear, I stepped back to look at her completely. Her pussy was already outlined by the wetness soaking through the fabric. She followed my gaze and bit her lip, embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

—Come here —I told her.

I sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. I kissed the insides of her thighs, very close to the wet fabric, just to make her suffer a little. I felt her trying to open her legs wider without realizing it. I hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs.

Then I saw her properly. Almost completely shaved, just a thin line of hair, her lips shiny and opened by arousal. I brought my face close and breathed in her scent before touching her. Lidia let out a sound somewhere between embarrassment and need that made me even hotter.

—Look at me —I asked.

She did. And while she held my gaze, I ran a finger along her wet slit, from underneath up to her clitoris. She trembled all over.

—You're soaking wet.

—It's because of you —she answered, almost voiceless.

I didn't want to talk anymore. I spread her lips with my fingers and thrust my tongue inside her fully. Her first moan came out broken, startled. I held her by the thighs and began to lick her calmly, opening her, tasting all of her, letting her get used to the sensation. Her flavor was thick, salty, and hot, and the more I sucked her, the more she soaked my mouth.

After a few seconds she stopped lying still. She began moving over my face, seeking pressure, letting out moans that grew clearer by the second. I circled her clitoris with my tongue and sucked it while slowly sliding in one finger. She clenched around it immediately.

—Fuck... fuck... —she repeated, breathing in ragged gasps.

I slid in a second finger and began fucking her with my hand in time with my mouth. Her pussy was hot, tight, and very wet. Every time I went all the way in, she opened her legs wider and pushed my head with a mixture of modesty and desperation. She wasn't trying to hold herself back anymore. She moaned loudly, without thinking about the neighbors or anything else.

—Don't stop... don't stop, please...

I did as she asked. I sucked her harder, more directly, driving my tongue against her clitoris while my fingers moved in and out, drenched. I felt her beginning to tense, her thighs trembling, her pussy closing in pulses around my hand.

—Vera... I'm going to... fuck...

She didn't finish the sentence. She came with a muffled cry, throwing her head back and squeezing my face between her legs. Short, disordered spasms followed. I felt her soaking my fingers and mouth even more, felt her body slacken after the convulsion. I didn't pull away immediately. I kept licking her gently while she trembled, enjoying her weak moans and the way she tried to move away because of her sensitivity.

—It's too much —she said, laughing and panting at the same time.

I sat up with my chin wet and kissed her mouth so she could taste herself. This time there was no hesitation on her part. She opened my lips hungrily and kissed me with a new intensity, more animal, as if the orgasm had stripped away her shyness all at once.

Then she was the one who pushed me toward the bed.

—I want to do the same to you —she said.

—Do whatever comes naturally.

She started clumsily, yes, but I didn't mind. She pulled off my T-shirt in a hurry, then my bra, then wrestled with the button of my pants until I laughed and helped her. She crouched to kiss my belly while pulling down my clothes. When she saw how wet I was, she lifted her eyes to me with a delicious mixture of pride and amazement.

—It's because of you too —I told her, giving her words back to her.

She settled between my legs. First she kissed me over the top, not quite sure where to put her mouth. I stroked her hair and guided her.

—Here. Use your tongue. Yes, like that.

The first lick was uncertain. The second was better. By the third she was truly learning. She was hungry, eager to do it right, and it showed. She spread my lips with her fingers and began licking my clitoris with clumsy but persistent movements. I moaned despite myself, and that encouraged her.

—Tell me if you like it.

—I like it. Keep going, don't stop.

She gave herself over completely. She sucked, licked, tried again, changing the pressure according to my reactions. I took one of her wrists and guided her hand between my legs until she found the entrance. She slid in one finger slowly. Then another. She had no technique, but she did have intuition and a brutal desire to please me. That was as arousing as any experience.

—Like that, Lidia... fuck... put your fingers in... deeper...

She obeyed immediately. She began moving her hand with more determination while continuing to eat my pussy. I felt her tongue growing more confident, and my legs opened wider by pure reflex. When she lifted her head for a moment, her mouth was shiny and her eyes glowing.

—I love the way you moan —she said.

—Then make me moan more.

She dove back between my legs with an eagerness that was no longer shy at all. She sucked my clitoris hard, alternating with long, slow licks that made me writhe across the sheets. Her fingers fucked me better and better, finding a filthy, wet, real rhythm. I was already on the edge.

—Don't stop... like that... exactly like that...

I came gripping her hair, pulling her against me as the orgasm rose from my belly to my throat. I let out a long, undisguised moan, and she kept licking me through the contractions, delighted to feel me soaking her mouth and fingers. When she finally pulled away, she was smiling and breathing as hard as I was.

—Now I understand why you wanted to do it again —she said.

I didn't answer. I pulled her back to me and kissed her hungrily. There was no initial gentleness anymore. We groped each other hungrily, rubbing our naked bodies together. I grabbed one of her butt cheeks and lifted her onto me, feeling her wet pussy rubbing against my thigh. She let out a deep moan, burying her face in my neck.

—I want more.

—You're going to get more.

I gently pushed her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs again. This time I wasn't slow. I thrust two wet fingers inside her at once and began fucking her with my hand while sucking her clitoris mercilessly. Lidia screamed my name and arched her whole body. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and kept going, watching her fall apart beneath me.

—That's it, I like it like that. I want to see you come again.

She was speaking without filters now, broken by desire.

—Put them deeper... deeper... fuck, don't stop, please, don't stop...

I obeyed. My fingers moved in and out, drenched, while my tongue kept punishing the exact spot that made her lose her head. She began moving uncontrollably, rubbing herself against my face, seeking more friction, more pressure. I let her use me, enjoying that desperate surrender.

Her second orgasm came more abruptly than the first. Her pussy clamped hard around my fingers and soaked my entire hand. Her spasms were so intense that for a moment I thought she was going to throw me off her. Instead, she grabbed my head and came with a hoarse, almost animal moan.

She lay there for a while, unable to speak. She only breathed in great gasps, her chest rising and falling and her legs still trembling. I lay down beside her and let her recover, caressing her sweaty belly. But before long she turned toward me with that new look, dirtier and bolder.

—I'm not finished —she said.

I smiled.

—Neither am I.

We lay on our sides, facing each other, and began touching one another at the same time. It was a different kind of game: less teaching and more shared hunger. She put her hand between my legs and I put mine between hers. We kissed while masturbating each other, panting into each other's mouths, whispering obscenities whenever one of us found the right rhythm.

—You're so wet —she said, rubbing my clitoris with fingers that slipped easily.

—Look at you.

I slid two fingers inside her and licked her lower lip when she moaned. She opened herself even wider, offering herself without shame. From that position I could see all of her: her hard nipples, her shining pussy, her face distorted with pleasure. She was beautiful and horny, and knowing I'd made her that way drove me wild.

—I want you to come with me —I whispered.

She nodded, focused, her breathing broken. We began moving our hands faster, instinctively matching each other's rhythm. The room filled with wet sounds, panting, and the scrape of the bed against the wall. I looked into her eyes while rubbing her clitoris and pumping my fingers inside her.

—Now... don't leave me alone now...

—I won't leave you.

We came almost at the same time. She came first, squeezing my wrist with brutal force, and I followed a second later, folding over my orgasm while I kept touching her. We ended up wrapped around each other, sweaty, our legs tangled, the room smelling of recent sex.

***

Afterward we lay naked on the rumpled sheets, sharing a glass of lukewarm water as if it were a luxury. Lidia rested her head on my chest and drew lazy circles on my belly. She seemed calm, but I could feel that she was wide awake inside.

—I thought I'd be embarrassed —she said—, but not with you.

I kissed her forehead.

—I like that you lose your shyness with me.

She laughed. Then she raised her head and looked at me with a mixture of impudence and tenderness that disarmed me.

—Next time I want to start. I want to eat your pussy until you can't speak.

I felt another pulse of heat between my legs. Barely a few minutes had passed, and we were already talking about next time as if it were inevitable.

—Then you'd better come hungry.

—After this, I think I've become pretty voracious.

I pulled her against me, feeling her warm body again, the scent of her skin, the still-vivid memory of her tongue. I'd come to that town looking for a new life and found something simpler and more dangerous: a coworker who desired me with the same intensity with which I was already desiring her again.

That night there were no grand promises or solemn words. Just two adult women, sweaty and satisfied, knowing that this had only just begun. And while Lidia kissed me slowly again, her still-wet crotch pressed against my thigh, I understood that sometimes changing countries serves that purpose: leaving one version of yourself behind and opening the door to another, much hungrier one.