The Halloween Con

"Damn."

That's all Chris could say when his colleague, Dana, arrived at their booth at the Hallow-Con. She was wearing black heels, black decorative stockings, a black skirt, a tight black sweater, and black lipstick to match. With her dark hair and dark eyes, she was appropriately festive for the convention. There was something about her attire, wrapped tightly around her petite and curvy figure, that had Chris's head spinning.

"Thanks," she said with a devious smile. She set her back-pack down behind the booth and began to sip on a coffee.

"How come your not dressed up?"

"Didn't have it in me this year," Chris replied. He was wearing a company shirt with his name on it and jeans that were just a little too tight.

"Boring," she said teasingly.

"Definitely not as spicy as you," he replied, giving her a once over.

The flirting continued throughout the morning as they set up their booth, displaying an array of Halloween accessories and decorations for stores and private individuals alike.

The con typically brought in a lot of costumes, and Dana didn't waste anytime reminding Chris of all the slutty costumes they were likely to see. They laughed back and forth and took bets on how many slutty cop or batman costumes they were going to see. Each time a bet would get particularly close to something sexual, the two would slyly back off, doing their best to not cross the line between colleagues. After all, Chris really enjoyed Dana's company and didn't want to jeopardize that with an ill-timed advance.

This was extremely difficult given how much she was leaning into the teasing and flirting. Chris had a thing for small girls, and Dana was as petite as could be, with phenomenal legs accentuated by the stockings. He caught himself staring every time she stood up on her tippy-toes to hang something up or to grab something across the booth. It took everything he had not to reach across and smack her ass, which bounced underneath her skirt each time. Luckily for him, the doors opened into the convention hall, and attendees started piling in.

Over the next few hours the two of them spent their time explaining products to business owners, over-the-top home-owners, and people absolutely jazzed about Halloween. Every now and then the two would have to move across the small booth, navigating around each other with plenty of contact squeezing through. Chris thought he may have imagined it, but it seemed like Dana would move her hips back into him each time, or letting herself brush up against him firmly.

They continued to make small talk anytime the booth slowed down, especially when someone walked by in a slutty costume or of course a batman costume, which seemed to be the primary choice among male attendees.

"You like my outfit?" Dana asked abruptly.

"Too much," Chris replied.

"I was curious how far I could push it," she said.

"Oh really?" asked Chris. He could feel his pants tighten a bit as excitement flooded through him.

She smiled, said nothing, and started conversing with an attendee that walked up to the booth. Chris watched her quietly, admiring not only her looks, but her humor and how well the two got along. At this point there was no denying tension between the two.

As they day began to come to a close, they inevitably got stuck with a lingerer; an attendee that just wanted to talk and talk and talk. While other booths began to close and break down, Chris and Dana remained engaged in a conversation in which the two said 'yup' and 'uh-huh' for what seemed like an eternity. Finally as they hall started to clear of vendors, the attendee took the hint and left, leaving Chris and Dana woefully behind on clean-up.

"Holy shit I thought that guy was never going to shut-up," Chris said.

"I know, right?" replied Dana.

The two started packing up. Both of them went behind the booth to unplug cords, a small miscommunication, that left them standing in front of each other in the small space between the back of the booth and the wall. the two briefly made eye contact, and before a thought of doubt or hesitation could interfere, Chris leaned in and started kissing Dana.

She kissed back. Their tongues began to wrestle against each other and he found himself pushing her against the wall. She responded with a soft and quiet moan as he began kissing down her neck and her naval. His hands started rising up her thighs and under her skirt.

"Tell me when to stop," he whispered.

She shook her head in agreement and bit her bottom lip, nodding at him to continue. After a brief check to see if any of the remaining vendors were still around, he dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a lacy black thong to match. He slid it over and placed his tongue against her, going down on her with everything he had. Her attempt at muffling and stifling her moans while her hands shot through his hair only inspired his endeavors. It wasn't long before she began to shudder and slunk down against the wall, an orgasm rippling through her. He wiped his chin and stood up, bracing her against the wall as the two started to laugh.

"That was something," he said.

"We're not done are we?" she asked.

"I'm not if your not."

Chris took her hand and they headed for the first private spot they could find. They ended up behind exit doors in a breezeway disconnected from the main halls. It was dark for the exception of the sliver of light bleeding in front the center of the doors.

The two started kissing immediately with her removing her sweater and then her bra. Chris wasted no time in taking each nipple in his mouth, playing with them with his tongue. His hand found her bottom and began to squeeze. There was a vigor awakened in him and she responded in kind, leaning into each kiss and giving him control of the situation.

Dana's hands found his belt and unbuckled it. She rubbed his bulge with one hand while her other hand unzipped his pants, springing him free. She stroked him as he continued to kiss her body and her neck, whispering in her ear how sexy she was. He flipped her around as she placed her hands against the wall. Chris slid down her thong and lifted her skirt, taking a moment to enjoy her ass, feeling every inch of her hips, and kissing the back of her neck before pressing into her.

Immediately the sounds of lust and foreboding tension filled the dark breezeway, with them both moaning in ecstasy. Each time he felt her ass against his pelvis they exhaled in pleasure. The pace went through several stages before finding a rhythm that had both of them mindlessly in a bliss. Chris tensed up and attempted to back up, but Dana pushed back and cried that it was okay, so he quickly pushed back into her and released, leaving them both in labored breaths.

After a few moments regaining a bit of clarity, the two of them cleaned up best they could, and returned to a dark exhibit hall, the last vendors in the building. They giggled and went back to work, each with a smile that wouldn't fade anytime soon.