A Wonder(f)ul Rush fro(m) a convention weekend

It was convention weekend again, and although I hadn't managed to persuade any of my friends to come along on this occasion I was still pretty excited, as for the first time in a while I'd managed to get together the cash to buy a brand new cosplay outfit that I wanted – Nico Yazawa from Love Live's "Wonderful Rush" outfit – and was excited to get the chance to show it off.

Arriving on the Friday evening after a trip of several hours I checked into my hotel, and once I'd unpacked my outfits and toiletries I flopped back on the bed and figured I'd fire up Tinder and swipe away to see what happened. Eventually, it was time for me to hit the sack, and come the morning I woke up to a few new matches, some of whom had introduced themselves to me. One in particular caught my eye – he was my age, and totally my type… in fact, I thought he was really hot. What's more, his initial message suggested he was into anime and cosplay himself. I sent a reply, he quickly replied back, and I found myself bouncing messages back and forth between showering, drying myself off and changing into my outfit – a simple but cute and very short white dress with some blue elements, a white hat, blue socks that come up just below the knee and similar length long white boots.

My Tinder conversation had turned to what I was wearing by that point, and the guy was really excited to hear about my choice of outfit, as a fan of the series and character. When he told me he wanted to see me dressed in it, my heart raced and I knew things were going well, and by the time I was queuing to enter the event we'd all but agreed to meet once I was done at the convention at the end of the day. We exchanged messages here and there during the day, and at some point they started to get more and more explicit, to the point where I was walking around the show floor feeling rather flushed and aroused on a few occasions.

Finally, the end of the day's event came around, and by the time I grabbed something to eat and arrived back at my hotel room I had a message that he was on the bus and on his way to me. I freshened up quickly while I waited before putting the outfit back on (minus the inconvenient hat and gloves), and found myself fidgeting and pacing the room nervously while I waited for news that he was here. Eventually the message arrived that he was outside, and I tried to stay calm as I half-rushed out to see him. He was just like his pictures thankfully – quite tall but not overly so, slim, with a cute face and slightly long, scruffy hair that fit his look perfectly. After a hello and a shy peck on the cheek, I invited him in and showed him to the room.

Asking him to sit down, I flopped half-laid, half-sitting onto the bed while he took off his coat and took up the nearby chair. To break the ice and pass the time he'd brought something to drink with him – a brand new bottle of cheap vodka and some Coke to go with it. He hadn't think to bring anything to drink from, so we ended up with small, flimsy plastic cups from the bathroom which were filled and then emptied as we talked. For my part, I drank way too fast and quickly felt my nerves replaced by a flush of excitement brought about by the alcohol and the company. Nonetheless, we continued to chat, talking quite a lot about anime, what shows we both liked and so on.

With a second serving of vodka underway, the conversation turned to Love Live, and then ultimately onto the outfit I was wearing. I'd seen his eyes scanning up and down my legs in particular while we talked, but now he was leaning forward telling me how amazing I looked and how the costume I was wearing suited me. Giggling a little coyly, I asked if he wanted me to show off the outfit a little more, and of course he didn't refuse the opportunity, so I found myself kneeling on the bed, awkwardly shuffling around to show him the back, leaning forward to tease him a little with my ass and so on. Eventually I moved to sit on the bed with my knees up to my chest, and he didn't even try to hide his gaze running up my skirt as he asked what panties I wore with the outfit. With a slightly tipsy grin, I let my legs drift apart to give a glimpse of the blue and white striped knickers underneath, which met with great approval from him.

Commenting on how seeing me like this was really turning him on, I admittedly that I was also getting excited, but decided to tease him further by returning to kneeling on the bed and slowly lifting the skirt the dress to give him a proper view of my underwear beneath. He stood up as I gave him this show, but simply stood and watched me, unsure what to do, before quietly saying "this is getting me hard". "Really?" I replied, not sure what else to say, which brought back a response of "would you like to see?"

I nodded, and he wasted no time in buttoning his jeans, reaching inside to produce his semi-erect cock and stroke it a few times to bring it further to attention. "See?" was all he said, rather bashfully. This was the moment that pushed my low-level arousal that I'd been carrying around most of the day into overdrive, and clambering off the bed I moved over to him, dropping to my knees in front of him. Realising what I was about to do, I heard his breath catch in his throat, and looking up at him I took his penis in one hand and guided it into my mouth, watching his eyes close as I did so. Swirling my tongue and bobbing my head, I went to work on sucking his cock, hearing his moans and sighs and occasionally glancing up at him – sometimes he stood there, eyes shut, others he was looking down watching him intently as I sucked on him. This went on for some time, me diligently sucking away, but increasingly getting the feeling that I wasn't going to make him cum this way. Indeed, eventually he gently pushed away from me, telling me half-apologetically that he didn't cum easily and that it would take a lot longer to bring him off. A little disappointed, I stood up, but any disappointment was short-lived as he asked me to get on all fours on the bed.

No sooner had I done this than I felt a pair of hands running up the back of my legs, massaging my ass cheeks before flipping up my skirt. One of those hands then ran carefully up and down the inside of my thighs, before running over my knicker-clad pussy, bringing a shiver from me. Next, I felt the hands grasp my underwear, pulling the striped knickers down to around my knees, followed by an exclamation of "Wow, you're already wet". I gasped as I then felt a face bury between my legs, pushing against me as a tongue ran up and down my slit a few times before pressing inbetween them and inside me. His tongue moved surprisingly deep in and out for a while, making my sigh pleasantly as he explore my pussy with it. This continued for a while before his mouth moved a little to seek out and concentrate on my clit, his nose pressed into my ass as he licked and sucked, bringing louder moans from me. Eventually I felt him pull away and move around on the bed, before hands grasped my hips and lowered me towards a kneeling position. As I let him guide me, I felt his tongue on me again, leaving me straddling his face – covered to my view by my dress – while he licked and sucked with even more vigour. This went on for a while – his hands sometimes guiding me back closer to his waiting tongue, while at others the hands steadied me as my building excitement saw me pushing down closer towards him. Eventually his tongue lashing my clit led to me shouting "I'm gonna cum", as I shifted forward to balance myself and gripped the bed from my first orgasm of the night.

Flopping over onto the bed breathing heavily, I saw him pick himself up off the bed, wiping the wetness from his mouth. When our eyes made contact, I could see the lust in them as he said "I really want to fuck you right now", to which I breathlessly nodded. I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt, then his trainers, jeans and briefs to give me a view of his skinny but still sexily proportioned body. As he went to rifle through his jacket pockets for his condoms, I struggled to pull my knickers down over the boots I was still wearing and off, dropping them to the floor as I watched him open and roll on a condom.

Laying back on the bed, he moved between my legs, opening them up as he leaned in and kissed me deeply and passionately. As our tongue pushed against one another, I felt him reach down and rub his cock against the entrance to my pussy before letting the tip sink inside as I gasped into his mouth. A few movements later, his cock sank into my wetness further and further until he was fully inside me. He soon built up a steady rhythm, breaking our kiss to look at my face as he thrust in and out, commenting on how much he'd been wanting to fuck me all day and how he couldn't believe he was actually doing it. Telling him I'd wanted to fuck him too increased his excitement, and with it the strength and speed of his movements against me as he fucked me harder and pressed himself more firmly against my body, still dressed in cosplay.

After some time of this, he asked me to turn over as he pulled away from me, and I moved onto all fours before he quickly but carefully buried himself inside me again. He fucked me in this position for some time – sometimes hard, sometimes more softly, but with a consistent pace that was pleasurable but not enough to push me over the edge. We then switched back to missionary, but this time he leaned back on his haunches as he thrust inside me, giving him room to find my clit and rub it rapidly while fucking me as I held my legs aloft and spread for him. The attention on my clit was far more effective, and after a few minutes my orgasm started to build, and with it my moans. The louder I cried out the harder and faster he moved in and out of me, still furiously strumming my clit until I came with the feeling of him pressing deep into me as I tightened around him.

After commenting on how good that felt and giving me time to recover, he told me he really wanted to see me naked – as he stood by the bed, I fiddled with the zip of the dress, standing up to let it drop to the floor, closely followed by my bra as he admired my body in full. Moving onto his back on the bed, he invited me on top, and I straddled him, stroking his penis for a while before positioning myself over it and lowering onto him. After a spell of grinding against him while his hands explored my newly-naked body, I started to bounce on him, the bed creaking a little as I rode him and found a rhythm that felt good for me as I heard and felt his cock moving within my wetness. After a few minutes I turned around to face away from him and went back to riding him in a similar vein, enjoying the different feeling of this position and noticing that if I leaned my head a little I could just about see his cock slipping in and out of me from the hotel room mirror. Aroused by this, my hard went to my own clit, rubbing myself as my excitement built, and with it the speed of my movements until I came to a gasping climax.

Rolling off him, I asked if he was close to cumming, and had to admit to him that the length of our session was making me a little sore. He said he'd been getting close, and we moved back to doggy style as I asked him to fuck me until he came. After kneeling behind me and teasing my pussy with his tongue some more, he sank back inside me, this time fucking me hard and fast with only one goal in sight. Even with this he fucked me for some time, until I was all but spent and starting to feel like asking him to stop. Hearing him breathlessly tell me he was close, I urged him on, and shortly later I felt him pull out of me – a few seconds later, I felt his cum repeatedly squirt onto my backside and ass as he finally climaxed himself.

Leaving him to collapse onto the bed while I cleaned myself up, I soon returned to collapse next to him – we then spent an hour or so talking naked about anything and everything as we drank more of the vodka and Coke, getting decidedly drunk in the process. At some point I hazily remember laying back and letting him lick me to another orgasm, then turning down another bout of sex as I didn't think I could handle it. Eventually, and with time getting laid, he opted to stay in my room as we both freshened up a little and fell asleep together.

Luckily, I'd remembered to set my alarm for the next morning before doing any drinking, although it was an unwelcome intrusion into my foggy sleep as a mild hangover took its place. He also woke with a start from the alarm, and as we talked a little there was some more kissing and feeling before I told him I had to get up and get ready for the day. He stayed in bed, looking more tired and hungover than I like to think I looked, while I showered, and then he watched intently as I changed into my cosplay for the day – my old favourite Miki Sayaka from Madoka Magica in her magical girl outfit. He told me he was partly fascinated by the complexity of the outfit, but partly fascinated by how erotic it was to watch me put on the top, short skirt and thigh-high socks that made up the outfit.

There followed a back and forth discussion as he told me he wanted me in that outfit, while I resisted the idea… until he moved up behind me and started to run his hands over my exposed arms and thighs. One of those hands was soon under my skirt and rubbing me through my knickers, and telling him I didn't want to get them wet only led to them being pushed down around my thighs. Any remaining arguments soon dissolved as he stood close behind me, his morning erection pressed into me as his fingers brought forth more wetness before sinking between my lips and inside me. He fingered me like this for a while, before moving away to his jacket to fish out another condom while I watched him. Putting on the condom, he guided me to the bed and onto all fours, and wasted little time in sinking his cock into me. I half-moaned and half-cried out, but any initial soreness from the night before was soon washed away by the pleasure of being fucked again. This time the sex was harder and faster from the outside, his body slapping against mine as I moaned over and over from his thrusts, and it only took five minutes or so before I felt him speed up further, then tense up and push into me as he came with grunts and pants, holding my hips tightly as he did so.

Pulling out, he apologised for it being so quick, and after rapidly disposing of the condom he rolled me onto my back and pushed between my legs to lick and suck me to an equally fast and frantic orgasm, two fingers thrusting inside me and his mouth clamped on my clit as I came, legs in the air and knickers still awkwardly around my knees. Regaining our breath, I pulled myself up off the bed and spent some time wiping away my sweat and rearranging my outfit while he got dressed and grabbed his coat. We set off towards the event hall together, parting ways when I got to the entrance with a long kiss and a promise to keep in touch. Whether we will or not is another matter, but it made for a fun weekend with a deeper personal connection than my normal encounters of late.

My initial plan was to see what came up tonight before heading home in the morning, but as I was tired and still a little sore, instead I thought I'd recount my experiences here instead!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3mmlhg/a_wonderful_rush_from_a_convention_weekend