Came on My Coworker’s Face at a Convention: Part 5 [MF]

*Back from the convention I was just working, wanted to finish this off. TL;DR – Myself and my rad, Christina Hendricks-looking, red headed AV ninja worked late, got drunk, wore robes and masturbated together. Then we engaged in an increasingly risky series of hijinx at the convention we were working together culminating in some incredible drunk sex in her hotel room.*

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bibiw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bm2mw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention_part_2/) – [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7cweon/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention_part_3/) – [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7d4wcb/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention_part_4/)

**Part 5**

There’s something about teardown that’s always cathartic. The whole house of cards that you’ve built, if it hasn’t already come tumbling down of its own accord, gets to be deconstructed, piece by piece and put away neatly for next time. Samantha, myself and the rest of the team had our hands full for the next day or so breaking down all the gear and shuttling it back to rental agencies, warehouses and our own in-house studio. The night we wrapped, I took the whole team out for dinner. We drank, we laughed, we ate Mexican food and Samantha and I went back to our hotel rooms. Both exhausted from staying up way the fuck too late the night before the final day and then having to begin teardown while all of the tech bros went off to post-convention happy hour, anything beyond simply passing out just wasn’t in the cards.

The next morning we woke up, checked out of the hotel we had been calling home for almost a week and began the final arduous process of putting everything back where it went. Samantha and I spent several trips in a company van bringing cameras and speakers this way and that throughout the day, but we were basically all business during the day, too much work to be done.

Around 3PM, pretty much everything had been sorted where it needed to go so I cut the rest of the team and let them go sleep off their convention hangovers (it’s real, y’all know what I’m talking about) while Samantha and I brought the final pieces of gear back to the office. Once we were finished, I told her we had been given the green light to take the company card out for a spin due to the seamless production we had pulled off despite the fact that our team was Samantha, myself, and three kids who spent more time working on Tinder knockoff apps than they did actually helping us do anything at all. She chose sushi.

We picked a sushi joint just off of the Polk Gulch and caught an early table before the rush of fancy diners came in for dinner. When I tell you we took that company card for a run, let me tell you, we took that bastard to town. I think we might have ordered the whole damn menu, drained them of at least one type of sake I think and piled on some ill-advised cocktails at the end to boot. It was great to finally unwind with her. All of the tension, from work to our passionate encounters had broken like a wave over this dinner. Perhaps one of the great meals of my life.

Out on the street, in the chill San Francisco air, we both laughed at how under-dressed we were for that fancy sushi dinner. Myself in my customary black jeans, metal t-shirt and worn denim jacket. Samantha in combat boots, tight-fitting, faded jeans and a flannel shirt that underscored her incredible breasts without being flashy. As I mentioned before, whenever she didn’t have to wear the business suits we had to have during conventions, Samantha was fairly low-key in her wardrobe choices.

That time came where we should probably call it a night. The question was definitely there in the air, but the whole go-go-go atmosphere of the convention had made our tryst feel a little…I don’t know…unreal.

“So…” she said, looking to me as we stood on the corner outside of the sushi spot.

“Do you…wannna come back to my place? For a nightcap?” I offered.

“Have you ever known me to turn down another drink?”

We snagged a Lyft back to my apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was a private one-bedroom which is rare in San Francisco. As we walked up the stairs I couldn’t help but admire her shapely ass in her jeans. At one point during our trek up to the 5th floor she slowed down and I gave her a firm slap on the ass and said, “Keep it moving!” She laughed and gave me a dirty look.

Once in my apartment we went through the motions of two people who wanted to fuck eachother but hadn’t ever done it even reasonably sober. I poured drinks and put on some Miles, we sat on the couch, spending about five minutes on small talk before I finally reached over and kissed her.

We spent time just making out on my couch. Every other encounter we had up to that point had been so rushed that it felt good to just take it slow and explore. She ran her hands up under my shirt as we kissed passionately, from lips to neck to shoulders. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, drawing a trail down her sternum with my tongue as I uncovered her magnificent breasts.

Shedding our clothes there on the couch, we continued to press into every inch of eachother’s bodies, enjoying the electric sensations of taking in the depth and breadth of one another. Samantha caressed my rock hard cock through my boxers and let out a small moan into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms under her ass and picked her up, carrying her into my bedroom with her legs wrapped around me.

Once in my room, we dropped to my bed, our tongues entwining as I trailed my cock over her still thong covered pussy. She whimpered as I kissed down her neck, between her breasts and down past her hips. Pushing her thong to the side I flicked my tongue lightly over her clit several times before delving into her wet pussy. Shuddering, she rested her legs over my shoulders as I tongued her slit, pushing a finger or two in as her moans intensified.

After a while of me teasing and licking her pussy, she clamped her legs down around my neck, pulling my face into her and moaning with pleasure. As her orgasm subsided I brought myself back up to her and started teasing her again with my cock. Rubbing my head up and down her already soaking slit, she groaned.

“Good god, fuck me,” she growled into my ear.

By this point I was already raring to go, I slid my diamond-hard cock into her as she moaned with pleasure. Her thong was still pushed to the side as I sank deep inside of her, rubbing my thumb lightly over her clit as I pistoned in and out. She moaned louder, I played with her tits, alternating between sucking on her fantastic, pink nipples and caressing great handfuls of her breasts as I fucked her.

I started to feel my orgasm building and Samantha could feel it too. She grabbed my hips and flipped our position so she was riding me and ground her pelvis into me. There are few instances where I will say that I was the one who got fucked, but in this particular one I can say with certainty that she was the one doing the fucking, not me. I’m always game to give up the upper hand, so I said,

“Pin me down and cum all over my cock,”

I barely had time to respond before Samantha had grabbed both of my arms and pinned them above my head, increasing her cadence as she rode my cock. After a few moments of pushing her soaking pussy down on my rod she moaned, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“That’s right baby, cum all over my big, hard cock.”

She tensed and shuddered on top of me, letting the waves of pleasure reverberate through her.

By this point I was about to burst. I took advantage of her moment of weakness and slipped my hands out of her grip. Grabbing her by the hips I fucked up into her absolutely drenched pussy, pulling her down onto my cock with an urgency I’ve rarely felt. By this point Samantha was basically screaming, she was grabbing her tits and riding me like a bull. I felt my orgasm building and stammered out, “F…fuck, I’m gonna…” and shot a huge load up into her. She groaned, twisting a nipple as she quivered on top of my pulsating cock.

We fell into the tangled sheets together. I kissed the back of her neck as she gently purred and pushed her ass back into me. We both drifted into a deep sleep, glad to be done with the hellish week that had preceded.

*Epilogue: Some people wanted to know what happened between myself in Samantha. I wish I could say it was happily ever after, but it wasn’t. We definitely fucked again in the morning and then a couple more times off and on over the next few months but it was tough with work and our crazy schedules to make anything make sense. Eventually Samantha got a job in another city doing my job which she greatly deserved and we lost contact. Such is the way of things but it will never take away my memory of that week and the times we shared.*

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