This is the fourth and final part of my story. Please see previous posts for the rest or check the full story link at the bottom.
The YouTuber took a moment to compose herself, cool off and catch her breath, and maybe make sure her still wobbly legs were okay to walk on. Just to be safe she followed the mezzanine down to the other set of stairs on the opposite end. This would take her to the same area below but there was nobody down at this end which gave her time to descend slowly. Each step found a leg pulling her jeans in just way that felt like a shadow memory of the tongue that had just been on her pussy. Each step was a memory wafting away like smoke in the wind. She ate me, thought Lexy. She ate my pussy. I’ve never had another woman eat me out. I’ve NEVER had another woman…down there before. She could feel her face blushing and her pussy tingle. Of course, she continued thinking, I’ve never played with another woman before—touched another’s boobs or…pussy. She couldn’t stop using the word as it kept exciting her more and more. Pussy. I’ve never gotten another woman off before. Her face was on fire and still each step was another memory in between her legs until she made it to the bottom.
There were four pillars in the lobby hallway, support structures for the building but also with rings of light circling them in segments. She backed up to and leaned against the nearest one, just off the stairwell and so still away from the small mess of people going to and from the convention floor. Just a moment more was all she needed, away from the crowds. She was almost ready to go back and join them but wanted just a few more seconds to take this in. Her first time with another woman. She craned her head to the side and up, looking at where they must’ve been on the balcony. Her first time with another woman and it was in public! And with a stranger! She brought her gaze back to look straight ahead at the wall and she laughed to herself. She didn’t even get the girl’s name. Shame, she thought, may have given her a call sometime. Lexy thought of a second get-together and envisioned maybe trying a little more. Going a little further. For some reason her initial thought was them on her bed, the girl sitting in front with her back to Lexy and their legs stretched out before them. Lexy would be reaching around with one hand playing with a breast and the other playing with the girl’s pussy and the girl would have one of her own hands on the bed for stability but would be reaching up and back to clutch Lexy’s hair.
What would Don think? Oh shit!! Rationale poked its head in at last. What would she tell Don? WOULD she tell him? Even if he believed her he would’ve been so disappointed to have missed the action. Well, she thought, if I find my Spider-Gwen and get her name and number maybe we can fix that. The blush came back and she looked down now while smiling, as if embarrassed. The same image of them on the bed came back to her but now Don was in the room, sitting in the chair across from the bed, watching them and she was watching him. In the vision Lexy fingered this girl and worked her breast and kept eye contact with her man as he slowly beat off in the chair just enjoying the show she would put on for him. She could feel the girl grinding herself against the fingers inside of her. She could hear the sharpness in her breath matched with the panting body language as she got close and closer, fingered faster and faster, her breast held so firmly now it may almost hurt as she came. Lexy would stop her hand but keep it there as Don got onto the bed, knee walked toward them, still stroking. He would stop just before them, arch his own body forward and his head back as he too came. His sticky white mess all over this girl’s stomach and chest. Now Lexy would take her hand away from the wet pussy and use both to rub the still warm cum into the girl’s skin as if it were lotion, up and down her abdomen and over and around her breasts, looking again into Don’s eyes as he brought his gaze back to her.
“Damn!” A man’s voice from the real world shocked Lexy out of her fantasy and maybe not a moment too soon. She found one hand on her own stomach on its way to her breasts and the other on top of her thigh but likely headed inward. “I’m a longtime viewer, probably your biggest fan, but THAT was the video I want to see!” To Lexy’s left were the gathered people but she turned to her right, toward the stairwell she’d come down and from where the voice came. A man was leaning against the same column as her. She hadn’t seen him before nor had she noticed him approach; he was just sort of “there” all of the sudden. Her breathing was rapid and she was less excited and more scared. What did he mean? Had he seen where her hands were going? Did he somehow peer into her fantasy? Or had he seen…upstairs?
“Longtime subscriber, infrequent commenter, but I ALWAYS watch a new Geek It To Me video. Aaaand I’ll fess up, it’s more for you than the geekiness. You’re too cute with your smiles and your giggle fits and the way you bounce around how you do.” The man spoke casually and from Lexy’s side view of him he still faced forward while talking. Then, he turned his head to her and they both could just make out the profile of the other from their sides of the column they shared, “But THAT was the video I want to see.” And with that he looked up and gestured toward the balcony, she could see enough of him to tell. Lexy was caught. She flushed red but felt as frozen as when she was pinned against the comic book boxes.
“I…I don’t know what-what you mean.” She stuttered unconvincingly.
He snickered then said, “Oh honey, people are stupidly oblivious and don’t see shit, but not me and I know what I saw—or what I WISH I saw. The faces you were making up there…” He trailed off maybe to wait for her to respond but when she said nothing he continued, “Do…you, by chance, have an OnlyFans I don’t know about?”
“What!? No!” Lexy was almost TOO loud and about to draw attention to them if she had been any louder.
“All right, all right—just checking. A fan like me, if I didn’t know about it, I mean what kind of fan would that make me, right?” He chuckled and said, “Shit, you and me both are missing out though because that…” He trailed off and now turned his whole body so he leaned against the column with his shoulder and he was so close that his lips were right at her ear, “THAT was some hot shit.” When he said this she felt it against the top of her hand. His hard on, his pitched tent, was against her hand at her side. This was precisely where he wanted it and he could feel her hand there too. He began to very, very slowly thrust it forward and back, rubbing it on the top of her hand as he spoke, “All these people down here and none of them the wiser as you’re up there, just FUCKING that girl’s face. Flat out grinding that, without a doubt, soaking wet pussy over her nose and mouth.”
Lexy was transported by his words, back upstairs, back atop the girl who ate her out. His description put her back over her rocking hips to push that tongue inside of her and then out to circle her clit and back again to get penetrated by the tongue and out again to let it race around her button. She bit her lip and rocked again, she opened her mouth to sigh a single breath and bit her lip again as she pressed her pussy against that cute face and gripped the railing in her hand. She worked her hips over and over again and the railing in her hand slid with her, in rhythm to her hips and her hand slid back and forth on it and she gripped it harder as her pussy tingled and she heard a moan, a man’s moan. Lexy opened her eyes and hot breath swept over her ear in a relieved sigh. He moaned again, the man beside her at the column when her hand moved up and down the railing except, of course, it wasn’t the upstairs mezzanine railing made of polished wood that she gripped. It was a strange man’s khaki shorts covered stiff, hard, cock. Stunned and with wide eyes she turned her head to him, her nose at his mouth. She was frozen, dick still in hand, but frozen, her expression of shock stuck on her face.
“Please.” He said.
Lexy was frozen though, still looking surprised and still unable to unwind her fingers from around his clothed dick. She looked down her nose at the lips before it, so close she could almost feel them though they didn’t touch her.
“Pleeeease.” He said again and pleaded this time.
The frozen Lexy looked down, tilting her head down to look upon her hand and the covered up dick it held. Her forehead and hair grazed his chin; he was as frozen as she had been. Did she do it or was it an involuntary action when her hand squeezed him and that hot breath came from him again right at her ear. It covered her with goosebumps and sent a heat throughout her insides. And then he spoke and sealed the deal.
“I’m your biggest fan.” All a whisper, all hot air from his lungs, and right into her ear.
Lexy still held onto him but could see, could feel his hands reach for his shorts button and unfasten it; they worked the zipper down, and then they carefully guided first the shorts and then his underwear through the space between his manhood and her hand until a bare cock now hovered within her grasp and she took it. Dainty fingers wrapped around it with her palm firmly against his topside and her fingertips just past the vein on the underneath. There was only the full head past her thumb and index finger but a good inch and a half to two inches between her base and his. When she gripped him, bare hand to bare cock, he moaned in her ear and this made her squeeze him harder and he thought he might cum right away. Her hand relaxed only the slightest bit and pulled his skin down to his base then brought it all back up and to his head. She repeated this two or three more times then added in a stroke that was looser but went all the way over his head and tip, tickling the rim of his mushroom. Then, when back to his shaft it was as before, firm grip, bottom of the head down to his pelvic base and up again, a few strokes that increased in speed each time before a slow, loose hand passed over the head of his penis.
Lexy watched her hand in action a few times before she looked up and at his face so close to hers. He didn’t notice because his eyes were closed and definitely his mind elsewhere. He took slow and steady but deep breaths. She could tell he was focusing, enjoying the pleasure of her stroking him but trying not to cum immediately. She looked back down at his cock and considered the size of it in her hand from head, to base, back to the head, down to the base, stroke up, stroke down, stroke up and almost release over the whole head and back across it to the shaft, grip, down to base. Stroke, stroke, stroke and he kept his breathing controlled. She looked at his face again, then his cock, and now she looked over her other shoulder. She still had her back to the column so she blocked any visual of her handjob from the people who were at least 75 feet away in this large room but, as fear and excitement overtook her, may as well have been 5 feet away. The very sight of these people not so far away made her entire body tingle as if with a chill of excitement. She bit her lip because she ached so badly to touch herself, whether groping and holding her breast and thumb-flicking her nipple or to full on touch herself, down her pants, over her clit, inside of her pussy. She felt herself get hot and wet there while her nipples began to poke against her bra. Her hand moved a little faster now, almost in bratty frustration that HE gets to feel so good but SHE has to maintain their secrecy.
He moaned at her increase in speed, just a faint, quiet moan. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the hand working his cock, stroking at a steady pace and with a slight twist in the wrist for each movement. He looked over to her head which was turned away and towards the crowds of people but as if she’d felt him looking her way Lexy turned back, lip bitten but released when she saw him with her slightly widened eyes and popped brows. She didn’t have to speak as her expression did so for her, a look that asked, “Like this? Is it good like this?” Her jaw slackened and widened her mouth in a teasing façade and she began stroking him faster. “Oh shit!” He said, still in a low volume but with a shaky tone. His hands even clutched to the pillar now down by his waist. He saw her present a teethy grin at his response but he had to close his eyes again and look away to focus and not cum just yet.
A distinctive “PING!” sound went off that made Lexy jump. She had a new message on her phone which she fished out of her pocket, barely missing a stroke but maybe slowing down a bit as she fumbled to open the screen and check the notification. She froze, inside became cold and all action ceased as she read the message from her husband. It said, “Hey babe, taking quick bathroom break. Where are you?”
“Please…don’t stop.” The man said and subconsciously Lexy’s hand went back to work. The woman, meanwhile, was having difficulty typing a response with only one hand when “PING!” Another message came through, again from her husband. “Babe! Where you at?” When Lexy looked up from the screen and down the length of lobby she looked through the people as they moved about and saw him, just a few steps from the restroom and with phone in hand looking forward. Rather than freezing up again she squirmed inside and her hand began jacking off her stranger faster than ever. Don’s head disappeared in and out of view as other people walked by but he was scanning the room, looking, seeing. He saw her. Their eyes locked, her hand gripped the cock behind the pillar harder than ever, and Don bobbed his head upward and waved to say “I see you!”
“Too…fast. Too fast!” Said the stranger in a pleading and strained tone.
“Hun, if you don’t start cumming you’re gonna have blue balls in about 10 seconds.” Lexy said to him, never taking her eyes off of her husband but waving with her free hand to him. She put her phone away and brought up her handjob hand for just a second. Turning, away from the crowd, she spit into her hand and sent it right back to the cock, slathering it with saliva as quickly as she could and then stroking it at a furious pace. That man in the bathroom wasn’t even jerking his THIS fast, she thought. She also considered how she didn’t want to be caught but something drove her and she HAD to see this to its end. She HAD to make this man cum, she’d come too far today and wasn’t about to stop right here and leave this business unfinished.
Her hand glided so quickly up and down the strangers cock now that it was lubed up. She felt his breathing, now irregular, and he kept tensing up and she knew he was close. Don had closed half the distance between them already but had thankfully been held up by somebody who was talking to him. Lexy was stroking so fast and so hard that her arm was becoming sore from the motion and her hand cramping up from her tight grip. She turned her head to the man, “C’mon baby, c’mon.” Back to watch Don who was still talking. Back to the man behind the pillar, “C’mon, cum for me baby, you gotta cum for me.” Stroking so fast, up and down, over the head, down to the base. She looked back to Don who was shaking hands and patting the fellow on the shoulder but they stopped in mid-action to keep talking. She looked back to the stranger, “Baby, cum for me—you gotta cum now!”
The stranger groaned, it was quiet and restrained but audible to her. His breath broke into sharp gasps like forced laughter and she felt the muscles tense in his cock, the heat glowing from it, and she swore she could even feel the semen as it pulsed through his dick and blasted from the end as if he’d been holding in this ejaculation for ages as it made record distance over the floor. While he was chanting “fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck” Lexy told him, “Yeah baby, yeah! That’s it, that’s my boy!” Her hand continued to milk him to get every last drop of cum out. She ran it over the head of his cock then used the cum to coat his dick with a few final strokes.
Without another word she released the stranger’s dick, pushed off of the pillar and turned in a fluid motion that in only two steps had her nearly colliding with Don. He had closed the gap between them in the short moment she was looking away, watching strings of cum fly out across the floor.
“What are you doing!?” He asked sounding exasperated which froze Lexy for a second until he followed with, “Why are you all the way over here?” He was referencing her being at the vacant end of the lobby and away from all the people, NOT asking about the handjob she’d just given a convention stranger.
“Just…getting a handle on things.” She smiled to him and he gave her a peck on the cheek and agreed things could get pretty exciting and overwhelming.
“I skipped the panel,” he told her. “Yeah, I sat in for like 5 minutes but was bored so I hit the floor again. I’ve been looking for you this whole time actually. You wouldn’t believe the number of people coming up to me only to ask where YOU are.” They were walking away from the pillar and started to rejoin the crowd. “Apparently everyone here is your ‘biggest fan.’”
“You don’t say?”
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