Came on my Coworkers Face at a Convention: Part 3 [MF][Teasing]

*Sorry for the delay, y’all. I was working an event for the last few days and it didn’t leave me much time for reminiscing.*

For those who didn’t read [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bibiw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention/) or [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bm2mw/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention_part_2/):

*TL;DR – Me (6′ bearded guy, think Jason Momoa but like, you know, not insanely jacked) and my coworker Samantha (think Christina Hendricks with a bunch of tattoos and not, you know, the most beautiful woman alive) are working an extremely stressful corporate convention where I handle all the day-to-day, managing our little team and she’s an AV squad of one.*

*Part 1: Late night text about how awesome our hotel robes are turns into sending noods and eventually mutual masturbation with me cumming all over her face. Fun!*

*Part 2: Day one of the Convention stress leads to some more dirty texting and an intense blowjob in a storage closet during a presentation. Highly professional!*

**Part 3:**

If I’m being honest, we kinda killed it at this convention. We rolled with the punches and pulled off everything we wanted to do, even on very short notice. Apparently some of the higher ups noticed and I found myself chatting with a guy who was about my age but held some ridiculous title like, “VP of Experience” or “Chief Feelings Officer” or some other bullshit that you could only get away with in an organization with way too much money and not even the slightest idea of what to do with it.

He complimented me on my team’s performance during the convention and asked if I’d like to come out to dinner at a posh San Francisco restaurant that night. It would mean leaving Samantha and the rest of my crew to manage setups for the final day of the convention. I felt sort of bad about this, however I’ve never been one to turn down a great meal, especially when it’s on the company dime and, as I mentioned before, Samantha was extremely competent and I had no doubts that she and the interns could get the job done.

In the car on the way to the restaurant, I was making small talk with some of the company bigwigs when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. My heart started racing. It was Samantha. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with someone who had the power to terminate my entire career, I balked at opening what was potentially a compromising picture of one of my direct reports. The phone buzzed again. Another text from Samantha. I had taken my phone off of preview mode on the lock screen for exactly this reason. My phone buzzed a third time, another text from Samantha. Fuck.

I surreptitiously angled my phone away from the VP of Beanbags or whatever and unlocked my phone. To my relief yet also chagrin it was a series of questions about cues for the closing presentations. I politely excused myself from the conversation and drafted a text with all the info Samantha was looking for. Before I was finished she sent me one more text:

Samantha: “PS this is totally unfair that you get to go on a fancy dinner date with the Chad Squad and I’m stuck here with the interns. I’m way more fun than you are. You owe me! ?”

I fired off the text with the instructions and then responded: “I know, I know, how can I ever make it up to you?”

Samantha: “I’ve got some ideas…”

Me: “I look forward to hearing them later ?”

Samantha: “Oh you will, gotta run, one of the interns may be dead, enjoy your dinner…”

I chuckled. The Chief Fireman’s Pole Officer said, “Seems like you and your team know how to have a lot of fun while getting shit done, huh?”

“Best in the biz, sir,” I responded.

The dinner was fantastic. Tapas-style plates with lots of fish. A serious amount of wine. One of the sales guys made us all do retsina shots for some reason. Around the time the third round of food came out I got another text from Samantha.

Samantha: “All done, boss-man, gonna send the interns to bed.”

Me: “So none of them are dead?”

Samantha: “Not yet anyway, although if I have to explain mic storage etiquette to Geoff one more time he might be leaving in a body bag.”

Me: “Haha, are you turning in for the night?”

Samantha: “You’d like that wouldn’t you? So I could send you naughty pictures while I’m all alone in my hotel room? Well too bad, some of the sales reps are going to grab late dinner at the hotel bar and asked me to join. But…”

Me: “But what?”

Samantha: “Guess what I’m not wearing?”

I realized I had been looking at my phone for an awkwardly long amount of time. Hurriedly I made some poor excuse about having to talk Samantha through some setup pieces for the next day and left the table.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I walked out into the hallway. By the photo she sent, I could tell Samantha was still in the main conference hall. It was a head to toe picture of her wearing the outfit she had on that day. Another businesslike suit, she had several of the buttons on her black blouse unbuttoned her breasts straining to be free of the last few buttons. Her pencil skirt was hiked up tantalizingly high and she was turned sort of to the side, showing off her legs in a sexy pair of heels.

Me: “God damn.”

She sent another one, this time her blouse was almost totally undone, her tits spilling over a white lacy bra. She had hiked up her skirt even further and I could see her perfectly smooth pussy.

My cock was getting hard. I ducked into the bathroom and went into the furthest stall. Pulling my raging hard on out of my slacks, I took a picture and sent it back to her.

Samantha: “Naughty boy, you’re supposed to be rubbing elbows with the brass so we can get that budget for next year, not paying attention to lil’ ol me!”

Me: “Well you’re making that rather difficult right now…”

She sent me another picture, bent over with one finger slipped into her pink pussy, looking back at the camera and smiling devilishly.

I had started to jerk my cock, thinking about the day before when I had shot that load as far down her throat as possible.

Another photo. This one was Samantha, her blouse buttoned up, her skirt smoothed, kissing her pointer finger in a ‘shhh’ symbol.

Samantha: “That’s all you get for now. Go back and play with your friends. Maybe I’ll see you at the hotel bar when you get back…”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7cweon/came_on_my_coworkers_face_at_a_convention_part_3