When I [F] got off with my coworker [M]

This happens senior year of college, I had been a research assistant in the psychology dept for about a year and a half. One of my responsibilities was to go to conferences and present our research/network with others/all the fun, conferency stuff one does at those lovely things. Generally the department gives whoever is tapped to go a stipend to pay for a room and meals a few weeks prior to the event. I had gone to a few and it’s usually boring as hell, the best part coming after the end of the day where you could hang out with new friends and acquaintances.

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This time I had been asked to go with a coworker, Travis. Travis and I had classes together and worked together my entire time with the research department, so we knew each other pretty well. He’s maybe 6 foot, a bit on the pale side,dark curly hair and brown eyes, and slim, a pretty normal dude in our interactions up until now. Myself, I’m 5 foot 10, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and I hit the gym once a week or so to run or swim to stay in kinda sorta not horrible shape. We get our stipends and I’m looking through local hotels and texting him to get his input, I’m seeing a lot of 2 bed rooms and seemingly no one bed rooms, and when I share that with him he brings up the point we could just get one 2 bed room and split the extra stipend between us. I’m totally about it, college life is always better with a little extra booze money. The weeks up until the conference is completely platonic, he gives no indication he’s into me at all and honestly I never really looked at him as anything other than a friend.

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Conference weekend comes and I drive us the 2 hours to the location, we’re just talking about various shit we’re into (Music, movies, hobbies, the typical shit you talk about when getting to know someone past a superficial level) and honestly he’s a chill guy and we get along pretty well. We get to the hotel, settle in and grab dinner before deciding it’s a good idea to retire for the night to be ready nice and early for this conference. We shower and go to bed, nothing scandalous this night. Next morning we get up and the buttcrack of dawn and proceed to have a pretty good and busy day, we network like fuck and get a lot of business cards, and we meet back up after the end of the day and decide to just head back to the room instead of staying and chatting people up.

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We get back to the hotel after grabbing a pizza and a few beers and relax for a bit going between watching shitty tv and talking. Still nothing super out of the ordinary yet, we just talk about exes and dating lives currently. After finishing the food and each having a few of the beers, he decides it’s shower time, so he takes his then I take mine. I come out wearing a similar outfit as the night before, soft pajama shorts with boyshorts under with a big T-shirt with a sports bra to be super conservative. I walk over to my bag and bend down to find my brush and as I’m rooting through my bag I catch a glimpse of him looking dead on at my ass, and that rings a little bell in my head of “Hey girl, dude’s checking you out!” I don’t acknowledge it, I just root through my bag until I find my brush. As I grab it, I figure I’d look back again to see… and sure enough, he sneaks another look. Okay, maybe it’s not a coincidence. So I go over to the mirror and brush out my hair as I start back up the conversation, just asking him more about his dating life, what kind of girls he’s into, things like that. He describes his “perfect” woman as a little petite thing, kinda manic pixie girl style. As he’s talking I finish up with my hair and get the kinda buzzed idea to see if maybe 2 was a coincidence of him checking me out, especially after his whole dream girl description.

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So I go over to the mini fridge and consciously bend over at the waist to grab myself another beer. I look back and catch him staring full on at my ass before his eyes flick to meet mine and before I even begin to stand up he begins to apologize, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…. I mean…” as I stand up laughing now. “Dude, it’s cool, no worries!” I told him as I cracked open the beer and walk back to my bed. “It’s not the first time a guy has looked at my ass, no biggie” I tell him as my brain is full of ‘okay, what now? Like, what comes next? Do I tease more?’. He laughs it off and continues on trying to convince me he’s not a pervert. “Oh come on now, I said it’s cool! It’s cool if you’re a bit of a pervert, I’m not upset about it! Just means you like what you saw, right?” as my brain is saying ‘oh, okay, we’re doing the teasing thing? Got it’. He turns a little red and tries to be a little bashful before seemingly coming to terms with the fact I’ve made it perfectly clear it’s cool to be real and just admitting “Yeah, I liked what I saw.” I giggled and told him “See, what that so hard? Like I said, it’s cool no worries.” I ask him about if he’s an ass guy or tits guy (he’s an ass guy, big shocker), He asks me what kind of stuff I like about guys, and the conversation goes to a pretty sexual level to no one surprise at this point.

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I finish up my drink and I get up to throw it away. Being a little buzzed and admittedly a little horny by this point, I jokingly ask him if he’s gunna look at my ass as I walk across the room, he says ofcourse with a little more confidence, and I give a little extra shake as I walk to the trashcan. We share a laugh and he gives a wolf whistle which only encourages my behavior. I figure it’d be fun to take it up a little, so I pull my shorts up to REALLY hug my ass before “accidentally” missing the trashcan. I laughs and tells me I’m being super obvious, not that he’s complaining at this point. I stand back up and throw the can away, and full of that buzzed bravery say “No, THIS would be super obvious” before pulling my shorts down revealing my dark purple boyshorts and giving him a little ass shake to sell it. I laugh as he lets out a low” Jesus” and walk back to my bad, flopping down. “Too much?” I ask as I look over at him. I’m enjoying being able to tease and have fun, but that little voice in the back of my head is still there telling me to not be stupid. “Nah, you’re good! As long as you’re comfortable, I’m enjoying the show!” he tells me with a smile which immediately makes that little voice 1000 times quieter. “You sure?” I ask, and he nods affirmative. “Awesome” I tell him as I pull my big T off. “I can’t stand sleeping in T shirts, they just wrap around me.” which is the honest truth, but also a wonderful excuse to tease him a bit more.

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Now I’m sat up in my bed in my black sports bra and purple boyshorts, Travis decides to join my in taking his shirt off” in solidarity”, and we share another laugh. It’s his turn to stand up to throw his can away and he apologizes before pulling his sheet off and stands up. “Dude, like I said, no need to ap–” I get out before noticing what he was apologizing for. He has a pretty apparent hard on showing through his gym shorts by this point that he had covered until now. “Oh, well then.” I get out with a laugh. It’s maybe 5 ish long, and at a half mast type look that is still VERY noticeable. Travis turn back towards me and doesn’t make an effort to cover it. “It’s your fault, to be fair!” he laughs as he walks back to his bed, sitting back down. “I think I’d be kinda disappointed if you weren’t hard honestly” I tell him in a half serious tone. “Just glad girls don’t have that super obvious sign when we’re turned on” as I cross my legs. “Oh, are you?” He asks. “I mean…. yeah, ofcourse. This is fun as shit.” I retort. He gets a little quiet now, and I can see his right hand kinda move towards his crotch. He looks back over at me and sees me watching, and asks “Too much?”. I shake my head no, now a little shy and unsure, as his hand reached his crotch and kind of stroked his shaft through the shorts. I lean back in my bed and kind of mentally prepare myself as I uncross my legs slightly and my right hand makes it’s way to the waistband of my boyshorts. I can see him smile as he sees my hand and he pulls his shorts down to his knees revealing some black boxer briefs. My fingers make their way to my crotch and I can tell I’m wet through my panties. It goes like this for a minute or two, us both half masturbating through our underwear and half watching each other. Absentmindedly my left hand starts to kinda play with my chest, which I ofcourse play up a little knowing he’s looking.

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He sees me playing with my breast through my bra and he smiles. “I mean, don’t let me stop you” he says which at this point, is all I needed encouragement wise. I sit up and pull my bra off letting the girls fall for his viewing pleasure. I lean back and continue to rub myself through my now pretty wet boyshorts, unwilling to push it further while also really hoping he would. Thank God I wouldn’t have to wait long because he hooks his thumbs in the waist of his boxer briefs and pulls them down finally releasing his cock. I take his lead and do the same, tossing my boyshorts on the floor between the beds and finally spread my legs wide and let my fingers touch my clit, letting out a low moan as I do. He looks over and seems to enjoy what he sees, our eyes meet and we watch each other briefly, his hand working up and down his shaft as mine works my clit. Feeling bold, I sit up and move to sit on the edge of the bed so he can see better, leaning back slightly with my legs spread. This time he takes my lead and does the same, now we’re feet from each other, facing each other, masturbating at an increased speed. Again, a minute or 2 pass with us doing this until he slowly moves himself so he’s now sitting on the floor, face level to my pussy as I touch myself. I can’t help but feel the need to show off a bit, pulling my lips apart for him to see and pushing 2 fingers into myself and fuck myself for a while. By this point I’m feeling good, but I want to see more. I follow him down between the beds, my legs over his, and my pussy less than 6 inches from his cock as he strokes it.

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He smiles as he strokes and asks breathily “The fuck are we doing” between strokes. “No fucking clue… But jesus fuck I’m not complaining” I half moan in response. His free hand finds it’s way to my thigh, gripping me as he gets a good rhythm. I’m getting closer as my moans assuredly let him know as well. It’s not long before he half growls “I’m really close, you should move..” but I’m in a zone that I don’t want to interrupt, so I just shake my head no. “But…. are you….. Sure?” he asks now visibly holding back as best he can. “I’m sure, cum” is all I can get out as I’m now very briskly rubbing my clit. I watch as his eyes close and… then all I can see is a rope of cum shoot up and splash back onto my stomach. Then another rope fires onto my left thigh, then another onto my hand as I rub my clit…. and it just keeps coming. Feeling that warm cum on my hand and body just… does it. I go hard and then I feel my orgasm take over. I shake slightly as waves of my orgasm wash over me, I can feel his hand on my thigh grip as I cum. As my post orgasm high subsides, I look at him and he has the biggest cheesy grin on his face. I take a breath and collect myself I am now very aware of the cum that’s now covering my hand and crotch among other places and can’t help but laugh at what just happened. I scramble up and try not to full on push my pussy into his face as I do, we share a laugh as I go to the bathroom to clean up and bring him back a warm washcloth to do the same.

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Not super sure how to end this one, but I can share more of myself and Travis later on! Hope it wasn’t too wordy or long!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h7xr3t/when_i_f_got_off_with_my_coworker_m