Exploring the Expo
This story could go into erotic couples or group but I settled here.
Life with Sam, my girlfriend is pretty damn good. We moved in together almost a year ago and it's all been good. Not to say we've never had a cross word. I mean if you find two people who agree on everything one of them isn't needed. But the cross words had been dealt with and were mostly resolved quickly, and yes, I remember to put the toilet seat back down these days.
I couldn't say if Sam is the perfect woman or just perfect for me. She's five feet four, a perfect ten dress size. Although sometimes wearing an eight or twelve depending on the store. She has these amazing b cup breasts that when she takes a bra off nothing happens, perfectly perky, not a hint of droop. She's brunet, keeps her hair long enough that she can go through various styles of ponytails or braids or just letting it go loose.
She's probably smarter than me but is smart enough not to rub my face in it. Whenever we talk about the latest new story, or current affairs she always has an incite or a way of looking at things that makes me think things through again and she doesn't get pissed if I still disagree. Perfect.
We have an agreement that we will have sex at least once a week, we don't want to become one of those couples that seem to be more like roommates than lovers. Although we've never had to call each other out on it. Five days was the longest we've gone without. Five days was also our longest streak of sex every day. But we frequently have an evening where we start cuddling on the sofa, then one or the other will get a little handsy, then after a bit of make out time we'll take it to the bedroom. That if I'm being honest is the place where maybe Sam isn't a perfect ten, where I'd like things a little different.
Sam is a little prudish, not a huge one after it's not like we're waiting for marriage and she isn't carrying any religious baggage but sex happens in the bedroom, it's going to be missionary or cow girl. I might get sucked but only as part of foreplay, just to get me hard before the main event. Sometimes the main event will be a Sunday afternoon where we spend an afternoon making long languid love. Other times it can be at the end of a long day midweek where it is a bit of a quicky.
Am I complaining? Not really, so I only get good sex not great sex. From what I'm hearing I'm still getting a decent quantity.
Oh yeah, I'm Liam, six feet tall, hair that is either light brown or blond depending on the season. I run for fitness, I can do a 10k in a touch under 40 minutes and a marathon under three hours. So I'm skinny, no surplus fat but no surplus muscle either, ripped I am not. In case you are interested from what I read my dick is a touch above average but then so is my height. Honestly I watched too much porn when I was starting to develop so I still feel under sized compared to those ten inch things porn stars have. Still when I think about Sam I'm definitely punching above my weight. I should really get around to asking her to marry me before she works out how much better she is than me. Still something is holding me back.
Sam slammed the front door behind, putting a good bit of force into it, not holding back, she kicked off her heels and dropped her bag.
"Got any races planned this weekend?"
"I put them on the calendar sweetie, I've got a half in three weeks but nothing before that. This weekend is free."
"Damnit!" This from Sam was heavy swearing she was always a girl who was careful with her language.
"What's the problem?"
"You know the current event we are working on?"
"Well I know you're busy but you haven't told me much about it."
Sam paused, swallowed and suddenly found her hands fascinating. "Could I have a glass of wine?"
"Before dinner, if you want." Last time Sam drank before eating she got drunk quickly and had spent the following day hungover.
"Yeah okay, maybe a small glass of Chardonnay then. "
Once she had her glass she has something to fidget with. I waited I knew eventually she would speak. "It's a sex expo, a sexpo if you want. The exhibition space is going to be a huge adult store. There will be porn stars there doing signings. Lap dancers and stripper's on the main stage."
"So basically the same format as the comic con but for porn?"
Sam gave me a withering look. "Yes, the thing is Carol, my boss has pulled some strings to get us both tickets. I was hoping you were off running so I had an excuse to back out."
Sam hated porn. That position came up early in our relationship, having to go to a porn expo would be torture for her but part of me was curious.
"So we go, we do the Friday night. If it's like most conventions they won't be much going on then, everyone will still be in set up mode. We go, you're seen then we make an early exit. I mean I doubt we'll see anything that will scar us for life. It's not like we're innocent virgins." I got a slight blush from her over that.
"You won't think less of me for dragging you into this or helping to organise it?"
"This is a work obligation. Besides as a dumb male I'm not so horrified by porn as you are."
"Don't tell me you watch it." There was a whole world of warning to Sam's tone.
"Not recently but there was a time when I'd never seen boobs in real life and porn existed. I've not always been the witty and urbane guy you see before you." Sam laughed at that, easing the tension in the room.
"I was a teenager with a computer and an inferiority complex after seeing the size of some of those guys."
Sam let that comment lie and the rest of the evening passed quietly with no more mention of porn or sexpo's.
Sam had the Friday off. She was mostly in the early organisation of the event, getting the licences, hiring the space, sometimes booking guests, working through contracts for them. So on the actual day she could unwind. although she had to be on call in case something major blew up. She told me she had told Carol we planned on going to the expo and somehow that was counted as work hours. But the last few days before any expo is always busy. I can do flexitime at my job so I was working extra hours in order to have a shortened Friday. Not because I was particularly excited to attend what Sam called an over sized adult store but because I knew how anxious she would be on the Friday with being forced, as she saw it, to attend.
When I got back to our house on Friday lunch time the place was spotless, Sam had been nervous cleaning all morning. She practically flew into my arms when I got home just holding onto me. "I'm sorry bout this, sorry."
"It's ok, we'll be fine." I muttered this and other reassuring phrases. Until her death grip loosened.
She was clingy and stayed close to me until it was time to leave. She'd dressed in her usual work clothes Black slacks that hugged her rear and a long sleeve t-shirt that showed curves but wasn't so tight that you could tell if she was feeling the cold. I'd stayed in my work trousers, baggy and featureless but dumped by tie when I'd come in and changed my plain blue shirt for a slightly more jazzy number that was black with coloured stripes.
Sam was silent for the drive, content to listen to the radio, once I'd parked she attached herself to my arm. Registration was quick. Turned out we had platinum passes for the whole weekend. Carol must have pulled some strings I guessed.
"Come on Sam, relax how bad can it be." I gently encouraged her. We turned the next corner and found out.
Sam came to a complete stop, her heels dug in and her hold on my arm tightened.
"Oh my fucking god." Said the girl who thought 'damnit' was harsh language.
I looked at her, her eyes were wide as saucers, she stared straight-ahead barely blinking. I turned to watch too. In front of us were a couple fucking. The man was sitting back on a sofa, a woman sitting over him, reverse cowgirl, slowly rising and falling, his cock filling her to his root then she would rise again until barely the tip was in her before she slowly lowered
herself. It was one hell of a show.
They were clearly porn stars although I couldn't name them. The woman was in her twenties, blond but completely hairless below her eyebrows. Her breasts about a d cup looked huge as she was barely five foot tall. The breasts were obviously the work of a doctor and not nature. She had a complete tan, no white spots on her. The guy has a gym body, six pack abs and perfect pecs. He probably wasn't a lot taller than Sam's five, four. But both of the performers' stature added to the impression that his cock was huge, although probably only eight inches. Which was still bigger than me.
I glance at Sam, surprised she hasn't either turned on her heel or dragged me elsewhere. What she was doing was squirmed, just a bit, trying to rub her thighs together without anyone seeing her do so. Clearly, or clearly to me who knew her, she was turned on. I mean who was I to judge? I had to rearrange my erect cock to a comfortable position.
The couple on the sofa changed position. The woman on her elbows and knees. Even hanging down her breasts barely jiggle. The man is eating her out., putting on a show, using lots of tongue, sometimes spitting on her arsehole, occasionally trying to force his tongue up there. The woman shifts around and now they are sixty nineing. A couple of minutes of that and they are back to fucking. This time they are in the doggy position. The wet sounds of him moving in and out of her are punctuated by the slaps of their bodies coming together.
At some signal she pulls herself off him, spins round and kneels before him. He furiously jacks himself off, leaving four trails of cum across her face.
I look across at Sam, she is still squirming and is licking her lips. She is definitely turned on.
"Come on." she says. "I can't believe you made me watch that."
We enter the first of the exhibition halls.
"What." I start to say.
"The fuck." For someone whom I've never heard swear in our eighteen months together, eleven in the same house Sam has a talent for it.
It's not so much the stalls selling, well the one in front of us is selling every type of vibrator, dildo or phallus you can imagine. Although on closer inspection some of the tentacles and dragon dicks will warrant more exclamations. Nor is it the porn stars and OF men and women round the edges selling autographs and selfies. The majority of whom are dressed mostly normally.
No, it is the other attendees that draw the attention. Some in fetishwear. Mistress's with slaves on leads. Men in just underwear like thongs or pouches. Others are like Sam and myself dressed normally.
We move carefully through the crowd trying not to jostle naked flesh. The next hall is quieter. The stalls here are mostly selling DVDs. I still don't recognize any of the people selling autographs.
I watch a couple sitting at separate tables chatting while the crowd is thin. She is a blond waif, he is tall, good looking and muscular, both are covered in tattoos.
A man approached the woman, Jewel Promise, her name was on a banner behind her. He paid her and I expected her to sign a photo or something. What happened was she pushed back her chair, pulled up her dress exposing her plain white knickers and started to finger herself. Sliding her fingers over the material and trying to insert a finger. After a minute of this she stood and pulled her dress to just under her armpits showing off her little breasts.
She then without a care in the world she pulled off her knickers and handed them to the man. She then turned and put on a fresh pair from a pile behind her.
I turned to see Sam watching me, watching Jewel with thankfully an amused expression.
"I see you've noticed Jewel. Come on, I want to go see her. I need to say hello."
"You what? How do you know her?"
"Who helped set this place up? I booked her but the only way to contact her was through her fans site. With most of the guests it was just business contacts. Not with Jewel. She is a huge flirt and has a way of pulling information out of people. Can you see her banner? Come on."
