Link to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdptfa/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) from my POV
Link to [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceeei4/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) (also from my POV)
Simon sent me his version of the events that I told in Part 1 as a present, so I thought I would share it here in case people wanted to read what it was like from his perspective. He actually sent it as an audio recording (with intro/outro and interstitial music, like a real podcast) as well as a text file, so it was really nice to hear it read out loud in his voice – I’ve definitely gotten off while listening to it several times already. :)
Most of it was not surprising, based on what we’ve talked about in our text conversations since the encounter, but a few things did catch me off guard. 1) I had no idea he was so nervous about the conference overall. He seemed very comfortable the whole time. 2) I had no idea that he doesn’t typically come from blow jobs, so the fact that I was able to get him off with my mouth makes me feel rather nice about my skill set. 3) I had no idea how much he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy in particular. I’ve gotten a similar compliment from only one of my many previous partners, so maybe it is a size/shape match thing. Or he’s just trying to flatter me, lol. 4) I don’t know why this never occurred to me, but until hearing his story, I didn’t even think about the fact that he had to go that breakfast meeting with his advisor and a bunch of other people still covered in pussy juice. Whoops.
(Note: For those who read parts 1 and 2 when I originally posted them, I went back and changed the name from “S” to Simon. Yes, I read that meta. No, I don’t agree with most of it. However, I’ll go with whatever conventions make most people happy. My personal opinion is whatever makes the writer feel most comfortable leads to the best storytelling, but whatever. Also, since he went with a full name, I thought I should too so the different parts would feel like they have a similar style.)
Anyway, without further ado, here are Simon’s (mostly) unedited words.
— Rachel
This is a story about my first and only spontaneous tryst (to date).
To set the scene, I am a researcher in my mid-20’s working in natural sciences. After a few years of hoping and dreaming, eventually the stars aligned and my PI (in his infinite wisdom) decided that it would be advantageous to take me with him to a conference with a reputation for being particularly fun and always held at a beautiful location.
I had been working on this project for almost a year, and built a system from the ground-up, but I was still terrified as this was both my first conference, and one where my advisor and several of his collaborators had set aside time in the schedule for us to teach a hands-on workshop for PhD students about how to use some of the tools we’d built.
So off we went. The conference was fantastic, and both my co-teachers and the students more generally were a delight. In the mornings we sat in on the main sessions with the rest of the conference attendees, in the afternoons we ran through the workshop elements at a terrifying pace, and then in the evening we would gather around a fire to drink wine, roast marshmallows, and talk until the wee hours of the morning.
I was relatively newly single, so I was keeping a slight eye out for potential fun, but this wasn’t my major objective, being in a professional setting with people who could significantly impact my career if they so chose. Nonetheless one cannot turn off one’s primal brain completely. Many of the other students at the conference were both physically and intellectually stunning, but I was mostly interested in simply finding some good friends. One of the girls, Rachel, was also teaching the workshop with me and a collaborator on the project more generally, and our conversations, while often fleeting, were **ALWAYS** interesting. We talked about podcasts, editing wikipedia, math, computing, DnD and so many more nerdy topics. We were closely aligned on a lot of these subjects, and I grew fond of both her confidence and the easy manner in which she would switch between hard conversations about science and incredibly nerdy cultural references. Plus she had brightly colored hair and several piercings, so there was that too.
On the last night of the conference everyone was drinking heavily. We bought a few extra bottles of wine before the bar shut down and headed up to one of the more remote areas that had some picnic tables to continue the party. Early in the night Rachel and I were talking, and as the conversation became more risqué we decided that neither of us were inebriated enough to commit to such an open conversation at that time. Instead we made a deal to continue this conversation later.
As it approached 4 AM or so, people started to peel off as they had variations upon the theme of flights to catch the next day. Soon there were just four of us remaining. Rachel and I had gotten deep into some very interesting chats about open relationships, bisexuality, and other similar topics and as we talked I noticed her foot slightly nudging at my leg. I reached down and started to gently stroke her ankle in return. I suspected that either she was a particularly affectionate drunk (which I was more than okay with), or that she was making a subtle move that I was also very much down for.
As we moseyed back to the rooms, I suggested to the group that we should take a walk around parts of the conference center property that we hadn’t seen yet. Rachel and I agreed that we wanted to go and explore. Thankfully, of the other two people, one wasn’t interested, making their excuses and going to apply face to pillow, and the other wasn’t in any condition to join us. Between us, Rachel and I managed to get them into bed with plenty of water.
And then there were two.
As we walked away from the housing complex to head back into the more natural areas, we ended up arm-in-arm, partially supporting each other, but mostly for the close intimacy that comes from hours of opening one’s heart for close inspection. As we walked down, I felt her hand snake slightly up my shirt to the small of my back, then in one quick movement she tore it away with a scratch. My immediate thought process changed from “lovely relaxing walk in the park” to “it’s fucking **ON**”. We found another picnic table and sat down, continuing our talk from earlier. As we did, her bare legs ended up over mine, and my hands ended up stroking gently up and down them. Each stroke I went a little higher up her thigh, testing the waters while also maintaining in-depth conversation about the nature of kink. As the conversation turned to choking, Rachel explained that she had never really explored it, nor had she a strong opinion on it as a sex enhancer. So I decided I would explain to the best of my ability why people enjoy it, and the incredible intimacy that came with such an act. This explanation included a demonstration on correct hand positioning to cut off blood efficiently while allowing for quick release when appropriate.
I did not get to finish my presentation. Rachel jumped down off the table, and swung over to straddle my legs. We kissed, first tentatively, then with increasing intensity as we explored each other. I slipped her dress off one shoulder and started to play with her nipples, starting gently, then getting rougher to gauge her reaction. She was initially tentative, but very soon I found the right combination of pressure and movement to get a good reaction. I reached down to play with her, and she was completely soaked. However the angle was not the easiest and the sun was rising, so we got up, made ourselves vaguely presentable, and went to take a look for a more secluded area.
We ended up walking down into a garden that had an arbor with walls and one section that even had a roof. It was hardly the most comfortable of spots, but it was secluded and provided excellent shelter from the rain that was starting to pour. We set up camp there and I laid Rachel down on the ground.
Now, I **REALLY** love giving head. There is a certain feeling where you make a movement, and someone responds in turn, pushing themselves into your face or arching their back in reaction. It is probably my favorite activity, and here was absolutely no exception. I pulled off her panties, and discarded them to the right, spreading her legs and moving down to lick at her clit. After a while, she pulled my face back up to hers to kiss me, and stood me up. She knelt in front of me and together we undid my pants. I was absolutely solid as a rock, and she gently kissed at my cock, before going for it in earnest. Rachel gave wonderful head. every lick was as if I directed her myself, and I could do nothing but utterly bask in it.
I pulled her to her feet and we had the conversation that needed to be had about testing and birth control and once we were both satisfied that we were in a good position to continue, she turned around and got on her hands and knees in front of me. I eagerly joined her on the ground and we started to fuck, gently initially, but getting more intense as we went. Neither of us had removed much in the way of clothing, which made it that much hotter. We were a perfect match in terms of anatomy, I have rarely had sex feel so RIGHT. As we continued, my hands wandered between reaching round to her clit, grabbing her hips as some extra leverage, and running up her back. I wove my hands into her long hair, and pulled back gently but firmly, changing the angle and enjoying the subtle way we were playing with control and dominance and all the subjects we had talked about previously in a purely academic sense.
All of a sudden, and without much warning I rapidly approached the point of no return. Deciding between whether to slow or not, I chose the latter, instead increasing the speed and intensity. She had meanwhile switched to supporting herself on her right shoulder and using her other hand to play with herself. We came almost simultaneously, her pulsing bringing me inexorably over the edge. We both collapsed into a shuddering heap of aftershocks, with me laying on her back, and I started to laugh uncontrollably. She asked me why I was laughing, and I explained that it was just a thing that tends to happen when I cum during sex. However, almost immediately I noticed her pussy again and how appealing it looked. I wanted to remind myself what it tasted like, and so I quickly started licking her again. Adding in fingers this time, I gently teased at her g-spot and quickly she came again to both of our slight surprise. I still think back on that feeling of her coming on my fingers whenever I feel like a good day-dream fantasy.
We lay there for a bit in the afterglow of multiple orgasms, and talked a bit while I ran my fingers gently up and down her body, exploring it in a manner I had not really been able to before. As the rain had eased we decided we should probably head back, and stood up. However once again, primal brain had engaged, and I couldn’t resist the urge to eat her out again. I stood her up and pinned her gently but firmly against the wall, again licking her until she came for a THIRD time, near-collapsing as she did. I kept her supported against the wall, and after a few minutes we resumed our dressing and headed back out. As we walked, we came across a small nook underneath one of the buildings, so stood there for a bit, talking as we had before, but also kissing furiously whenever the mood took one of us.
Soon staff started arriving in their cars, so we decided to head back to the rooms. However we somehow ended up back in the meadow where we had started off with the group. As there was no direct view either to the road to my back or to any of the buildings, we both got a look in our eyes, and Rachel once again knelt down to give me a blowjob. She was (and is to date) the most enthusiastic giver that I have ever encountered. Never before had I met someone so eager to get me to cum just using her mouth. She took my hand and put it on the back of her head, so I took the hint and used it again to take a bit more control, deciding the rhythm and depth, but making sure I didn’t hurt her. She started to play with herself as well, and that was it for me. One of my biggest turn ons, and it was the tipping point. She was the first girl who has made me cum with head in a very long time, and the feeling is truly like no other. I nearly blacked out with the sheer intensity.
She stood up and we kissed again, deeply and in a more passionate manner, rather than the intense desperation of previous kisses. As we did I slid a hand down her panties again to rub initially against her clit. I put two fingers inside her and gently but firmly massaged her g-spot while pressing my palm into her clit while moving it ever so subtly to add a bit of extra stimulation. Meanwhile with my other hand I played with her nipples again, a bit rougher than before, and possibly pushing her barriers a touch, but a little pain with a lot of pleasure goes a long way.
She came. Hard. I had to catch her again as her legs gave way, and holding her up by my arms around her shoulders, I kissed her forehead gently. After all that, it was coming up quickly on the time that I had to be at a final meeting over breakfast that my supervisor had arranged for us. So we walked back to the dorms, and gently disentangled ourselves with one final kiss. She went one way and I went the other, her to bed and me to breakfast (fingers and beard still covered in her juices).
I could not stay awake in that meeting, however it was absolutely and completely worth it.
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