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The clothe beneath you and Herm was drenched as things typically got when he made contact with them and that included you — your own clothes wet as he clambered on top of you to rut desperately against your thigh. It was far from being experienced, for this was the first time his hardening cock was pressed to your body. Some would call it charity work from your end with the way he'd been allowed to press his abnormally large hands to explore your body.
"So good.. so, so good.." Waterboy breathlessly uttered, strings of need escaping his gently parted lips as he harshly panted against your neck. "You feel — so, good..!"
You curled your fingers into his sopping wet hair, dragging his face up to meet yours where the both of your lips locked in a harsh kiss. It was inexperienced from Herman's end, his tongue lapping into your mouth. Surely wasn't the best thing you'd ever felt but you didn't dare blame him. He'd just never had the opportunity to get laid before now.
It'd started after Herman'd came back to the apartment you and him had been assigned to share for the night. Although you had admired his socially awkward demeanour, you'd made a promise to yourself that you could only see him exclusively as a coworker. Maybe you'd imagined a few things when you were on your own, though, like how the way he'd trail his fingers languidly along your slit or maybe you'd wonder how much water he'd leak when his tongue would drag against your cunt, fingers thrusting and curling into it. It was filthy to imagine and you were all too aware of that but that didn't stop the occasional thought from popping to the front of your mind when Herm would mutter something about messing up.
"I'm he— I am back," His voice rung from the apartment hallway, the keys jangling as he locked the door behind him, "wait—, no, I am here. I'm not — I haven't been here before so I'm not.. back.." It wasn't like he'd needed to always clarify the obvious, yet you found it endearing once you'd grown used to it.
"Hey," was all you'd muster. Tonight was different, or rather, you felt unusual. It could be the fact you and Herman were alone in an apartment together after you had been having such a filthy interest about the pathetic mess of a man.
"I heard about your rough day.. You look terrible, actually." He came in your view, and fuck, if the sight wasn't at least somewhat hot.. Waterboy had dried blood wiped from nose to his cheek and his goggles were broken. When your eyes wandered further down his body, you observed that on a place upon his own thigh was a gash, causing the skin-tight suit to split to accommodate the slice. It had peeled enough to expose bruising flesh around the area.
"Shit, man.. you got fucked up pretty badly." You managed to speak before he could.
"I— uh, yeah.. Wasn't my best — day. I'm so slee— tired. I could nap forever." His arms went behind his head in a long stretch. It only served to rip the suit some more.
"Hey, hey — watch out there. Your suits gonna rip more. I don't wanna see that," A blatant lie, "And then I'll have the memory to curse me forever. You don't want to traumatize a coworker, right?" It was always hard to resist teasing the other. It came naturally to you.
"Ah, no.. sorry—"
Before he could finish his words, you continued. "Relax, I'm just kidding. I wouldn't mind." You pressed your teasing on further, "It's nothing I haven't seen already, afterall."
A crimson hue rushed up to haunt Waterboy's already-rosy cheeks. You wouldn't have mocked and teased him relentlessly if you hadn't already known it would have this effect on him.
"Ri- Yeah, of course.. My bad, though. I'll.. get changed."
"Mh-mh, hold on. Do you want help getting cleaned up? I have first aid shit in my bag, if you want.."
"Really? You'd — you would do that for me?"
It'd been around ten minutes and you had gotten him to sit on the sink of the bathroom. You'd thought about yanking the zipper down to expose the rest of his lanky body (not that his suit left much to the imagination, anyways) and running your hands all over him desperately. You held back — that'd be beyond unprofessional. Instead, you dripped antiseptic in the wound on his thigh, using a finger to smear the shit in. It was an excuse to touch him.
The wet skin felt different than what you were used to, as if it was slightly thicker than average water. It would typically be unpleasant but you found yourself eyeing him with tightly-knit brows, lost in the thought of the man before you.
"Sorry— It's weird, I, I know." Meek was his voice as you moved your palm to touch is thigh completely. It was all subconcious, but wrong nonetheless. You ignored his words of apology and compared the feeling of the wet suit to his oddly-damp skin. No, he was beyong just damp — he was soaking.
"It's fine, just weird is all. How do you even sleep at night?"
"I use a, like, a cover that — that people put on pools. If that makes any — sense..? It's not — It's pretty comfy when you, get, used to it."
"Right, I don't know how much I believe that. Comfy? Yuck." You cackled lightly, leaning in somewhat just to watch him copy your manouvere, reeling forwards to eye you some. This was beyond stupid.
"I swear! I swear! You — try it sometime. Not like — I'm not—" Herm tripped over his words, not realizing the subtle invitation he'd uttered to his coworker. It made his ears burn red hot with embarrassment. He let out a low groan of defeat. "You know how — how I meant."
"Never thought I'd have Waterboy inviting me to sleep with him. Do you ask coworkers that a lot when they ask about your special little abilities or am I just super lucky?" You pressed on, fingers subconciously squeezing into the thigh you were holding. It drew a harsh hiss from Herm. To be fair, you'd just squeezed a deep gash in his thigh.
"Shit— I'm so sorry," you were quick to remove your grasp on him, but when he grabbed your wrist to relocate it onto his other thigh, you huffed with exasperation. It was unspoken for a few moments before Waterboy was quick to begin spouting nonesense.
"I'm so sorry— I didn't— Think— I don't ever really think, actually — I just.. I just wanted your hand on me.. Not like that! I — You—"
"Fuck—" You hissed out yourself, leaning in further, but alas you were prevented by not only his height, but the sink in your way. Another curse left your lips as your hands went to seize the back of his sopping wet hair.
"What— are you doing?" Waterboy asked, his words beyond rushed and his hands quickly going to grab your face despite his own shock. The gloves he sported prevented water from soaking your face entirely.
You didn't answer for a moment, but just stared at him. His expression was beyond pathetic to you but yet irresistable.
"Is this cool?"
When he nodded eagerly and slanted to be closer, you leaned into complete the locking of lips. Your fingers tangled in his hair to keep his head held which served to keep him bent. He was quick to recirprocate.
It was soft, the kiss not being extravagent. It was quite boring, actually. Deciding this, you began to speed the process up, kissing more fiercly and tugging the man's hair to drag him from being seated on the sink counter to standing. His own fingers went to your waist tentatively, completely unsure and definitely inexperienced. Pulling away from the kiss, you eyed him hungrily — a predator stalking its prey being the only equivalent accurate enough to explain the dynamics.
"You've never done this shit before, oh my God." You sneered. "It's fine.. I can teach you. You'll be such a good boy by the time I'm done with you, won't you?"
"I will be? I will. I will—" It sounded more as if he was trying to convince himself. For a moment you hesitated, unsure yourself of it he actually wanted this.
"Sorry. Is this too much? We don't have to — I mean," you loosened your grip upon his hair, untangling your fingers from the sopping wet strands. "I mean that you don't have to if you don't want to."
But before you knew it, you were back to being kissed with the same intensity you'd tried to set the paced with. It was Waterboy who'd crashed his lips into yours this time, gripping your waist with assurance this time around. Breathing heavily, Herm barely took a break as he began sloppily lapping into your mouth. Sure, it wasn't the best thing ever but it definitely was an attempt by an inexperienced virgin. You couldn't blame him.
Harshly grasping his wrists between your hands, you lead him backwards, trying to get him to trail his hands along your body with more intensity. He listened, but still was slow.
"Is this— okay?" You were being too harsh on him and you realized that again when he asked for reassurance.
"You're doing so good, baby. Go on, you can touch me." You affirmed his wants, leading his fingers to your ass to once again, tentatively grab. It was shy. Sheepish, even. "Mhm, that's it." You then guided him to your breasts, letting him rest his hands upon them. He didn't quite squeeze, but he did whimper at the thought of even being allowed to do this.
"How about this? I'll let you do whatever you want? Sound good to a virgin like you, doesn't it? I'll guide you, then, how about that?" You couldn't help being harsh. It was irresistable when he was meekly feeling you up — if he could just begin taking you whole with no hesitation..
You missed what he'd said but it was definitely something along the lines of awkward agreement between his stuttering as he gently began to grope at your tits. It wasn't as harsh as you'd like but you let your head be tilted as he began peppering kisses along the collums of your neck. A shiver went through your body — hot arousal sweeping over you and without thinking, you pushed the both of your bodies together harshly. Your hands were grabbing at anything they could of Waterboy's lean body and despite him being so wet, he made you feel so warm.
"Take these off." It was a demand rather than a request for him to nimbly take the gloves off of his hands. Waterboy was quick to comply — as he seemingly always was, but tonight especially.
Dripping with water, Waterboy's hands were back on you, soaking through your white t-shirt. Before he realized the effects of water on a white tee, he noticed the outline of your rosy coloured bra. It reddened his cheeks further and stumbling over a stupid apology, you shut him up by uttering "You can just take it off for me, can't you? You're a good boy, I'm sure you know how." Well, he did know how but his fingers would tremble with nervousness when you invited him to begin unbuttoning your shirt. When that was left to be a messy, wrinkled heap on the ground, you waited expectantly for Waterboy to unclip the fastenings of the bra you wore. It was utterly pathetic the way he, instead of undoing it typically, tried to shimmy the clothing off of you.
"What are you doing?"
"Un..dressing you? Didn't — you tell me.. me to? Oh, I'm so, so sor—"
"Well, don't apologize. We'll just keep this on. You clearly just don't know what you're doing yet.. What did I say earlier? That I'd teach you?"
It wasn't long before Waterboy was dragged to the apartments' bed by you leading him there. You'd grabbed the zipper of his suit and teadiously dragged him along only to push him down on the bed without a warning. You got on top of him, pushing a knee between his parting legs to — what Waterboy assumed was nudge them apart — but when it stayed there, pushing into his crotch, he let out a whine, "oh, please.." But you paid no attention to his whimpers and whines, just enjoying it as his hips begin jutting up against the pressure to relieve the surprisingly raging boner he had formed in his skin-tight suit. It was all too aparent that he never wore pants on beneath the stupid outfit and most days, that drove your imagination wild.
"You're filthy, aren't you? You like humping? May as well let you then, shouldn't I? Is that the way you wanna get off, Waterboy?" Degrading him, your fingers went to drag the zipper of his outfit down hardly enough to even expose anything. It was merely a tease from your end, trying to get him to believe you'd rip his clothing off of him, yet you wouldn't.
"Will you — let me? I'll do it.. I will, only if you, mm, let me.."
"You're already doing it. Go on, keep going. I said I'd let you do what you want. You wanna dry hump me like a damn dog, go ahead. Fuckin' pathetic.."
Soaking through your own clothing, Waterboy's abilities drawback heightened the hornier he got. Your pants were drenched just from his subconcious rutting and the clothe beneath the two had been followed suite. You grappled him to be on top of you instead, giving him easier access to your thigh, and your body overall.
Herman should've been embarrassed, or far more than he already was. But it was hard to be filled with shame when hot arousal was making his cock twitch against the thigh of his hot coworker. He huffed heavily, his scarlet lips parting to pant with each thrust of his hips against you. Although both remained primarily clothed (given your shirt being tossed aside),this was the wettest you'd ever found yourself. It beat your imagination of being fully undressed, fucking animalistically surprisingly enough — but that was a good option too, you wouldn't rule it out if Waterboy managed to grow some balls and initiated things further than just his dry humping.
His murmurs of need thickened your slits wetness to the point you'd thought maybe you'd managed to be wetter than Waterboy himself for once. But realistically, you knew that was impossible. Instead of grinding on him yourself, you let him continue desperately.
Herman's hips jutted with each thrust against your thigh, his throbbing cock aching against his skin-tight suit. It was the only alleviation he'd been allowed to have when he was dry humping you like a dog in heat.
While his lips were moving in time with yours, his fingers went from massaging your waist to groping your breasts tentatively.
"Go on, touch me, Herm—" Daring him, you broke the kiss to pant the words. At the reassurance, his fingers knead the soft tissue between his palms and with a particular roll of his hips, he let out a whine. Desperate was he to pepper hot kisses along your neck between his panting of "please," and "am I doing good? Am I?" to which you'd respond with a "I'll let you know when you are."
Sloppier his movements got, and even over your clothes you could tell his body was weeping more water than usual. "You're doing good for me, aren't you? How about you tell me you're being good instead." You teased lightly just to hear his whines,
"yes! I'm— so good.. you feel good. I'm gonna be good— just for you.." The obscene mix of his words and his desperate actions made you wetter than he possibly ever could. Your cunt was slicked with wetness thicker than his production of water as he narrowly avoided grinding up on it.
"I'm for you — all for you. I'm gonna — I am gonna cum— Gonna-" He pleaded needlessly, whimpering and whining into the crook of your shoulder with his teeth finding purchase in your flesh. His cock twitched within his tight suit and after gyrating his hips in rough grinds, he busted in the confines of his bodysuit. You could feel the thick, warm liquid coating the insides of his clothing. "Fuckin' came so good.." You muttered, giving his cock a rough press with your thigh once more, just to spread his cum in the outfit some more. Beautiful sounds dragged from his lips and his hands pulled away from your breasts to caress your face as you felt him twitch.
"Did you finish, too?" He panted out, eyeing your face with his glossy aqua eyes. You couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped you at the inquiry.
"Fuck no, of course I didn't. I didn't cum, no."
Red hot shame seered across Herman's face at the harsh admission.
"I — want to make.. make you finish, too."
"Go on, do what you think will get me off."
You'd given him free reign this entire time and for the entirety of his enjoyment, he'd assumed you'd also finished at the same time. Naivety plagued Waterboy.
"I'm just goi.. going to—" His fingers reached for your sopping work pants — it was all his fault you and the bed were drenched but it didn't matter in the midst of your pleasure. You were enjoying his constantly needy look for reassurance which you only gave sparingly when he was doing what you knew was his best. "Mhm.." You egged him on, letting him unbutton your suit pants. It wasn't long before they were also tossed aside, just being left to be a wrinkled heap across the room.
Panties now exposed, Waterboy swallowed harshly and dragged his fingers along the outline of the fabric. They were wet where he hadn't touched.
Herman's lips were back to peppering soft kisses on your body, but this time on your thighs. It drew out a soft noise from you as he made his way to lap at the fabric of your underwear. A long finger hooked the material to drag them down before he spread you open, pressing firmer kisses on your cunt. It was obscene the sound that errupted from your parted lips. "Oh, God.."
He was a needy eater, sloppily — yet desperately, was his tongue working over you. The way his mouth watered was beyond what you'd felt before and grasping his hair between your fingers, you tugged his head into your cunt. It was as though you were needier than him which any other day, you would deny. But tonight, the way Waterboy's tongue pressed to your slit was magic.
It didn't take long for his fingers to find your hole, massaging it before the pad of a finger eased in. His saliva worked mixed with your wetness worked as lube as he was able to work two fingers into you with ease.
Rhythmically, he continued going, muttering and murmuring pleas of need. "Am I doing okay?"
"Fuck — yeah, keep going.. almost done.." You hissed out, grinding your clit down on his nose as his tongue and fingers worked in tangent to help you finish.
It didn't take long before your thighs were quivering, fingers forcing Herman's face to bury between them as you came on it. The room smelt heavily of sex by the time you finished and you eased your fingers out of his hair to caress his face — akin to what he'd done to you after he'd came in his suit.
"Did so good, baby.. Yeah," You muttered, eyeing the other man hungrily as he stared up at you from between your legs. "you didn't even need my help, did you? Just knew how to eat me out so well."
He whimpered at that, but a chuckle escaped him also as he pulled back to lay besides you. It soaked another part of the bed that had before been untouched by the two of them.