Leaving the hotel room door ajar (F/M)

It was another convention weekend in a hotel for me, this time at a new location that I’d never been too before. I wasn’t initially planning to go, but a cosplaying friend of mine who I hadn’t seen for ages told me she was really keen to go and was paying for a hotel room anyway, so she convinced me to come along anyhow.

With the knowledge that I’d be heading to this event, I figured I’d try my usual tactic of posting up a Craigslist ad to see if anything interesting came for it, and in the midst of the usual illiterate and predictable replies there was one in particular that caught my eye – not the typical kind of message I was used to, and one with a unique proposition that immediately excited me. I got back in touch and we talked more online, and upon discovering that he lived not far from the event location a plan began to form, tempered only by the fact that I wasn’t sure if it would be possible as I was sharing my hotel room.

After a busy Saturday at the convention, again showing off my recent Asuna from Sword Art Online outfit that I last wore around a month ago (white bra and knickers with some lacy trimmings, white thigh-high socks with red patterning, red skirt and white cloak/coat and gloves, white shoes with modest heels), me and my friend stopped for some food and then returned to the hotel to put our feet up, still in cosplay. I couldn’t relax completely though – the plans I’d made were burned into my head by this point, but would only be possible if my friend planned to go out without me at some point during the evening, and I couldn’t really just ask her to leave.

An hour or so later, the conversation I’d been hoping for finally cropped up: “Do you fancy going out into town later?” Telling my friend that I was happy to stay in but that she should go out if she wanted, we had a to-and-fro for a while as she contemplated whether to go out without me. Eventually, she decided that she’d go out for a while after all, and dragging herself from her bed she headed into the bathroom to shower. Having idly messaged the guy from Craigslist a few times during the day, I grabbed my phone and quickly sent him a message, to which he replied just as quickly. The plan was on, and my heart was already pounding.

The next hour really dragged, my friend seemingly taking forever to get ready while I swapped more messages with the guy online impatiently. Eventually she was dressed, made up and all set, and the guy messaged me to let me know that he was setting off. Saying goodbye to my friend and seeing her out the door, I even more nervously waiting for the next message. Around 10 minutes later it came: “What’s your room number?”

On this cue, I padded over to my hotel room door, opening it up and leaving it just ajar and open. Plopping back onto the bed and taking a deep breath, I tapped in the room number and hit send, before settling down onto the bed, laid back with legs spread and knees up. My heart hammering even more with both nerves and excitement, I let my hands idly run up and down the exposed part of my legs, tingling at the sensation of my own touch as my eyes were constantly drawn to the door of the room.

It was a few minutes later that I heard a rhythmic knock, six times (yes, we’d figured that out in advance), then heard the door creak slightly as it was very carefully pushed open. My hands instinctively stopped and I tensed, waiting what felt like a long time before a face popped cautiously around the wall obscuring my view. “Hi” said the stranger that had just stepped into my room – in his 30s, with a slightly receding blonde hairline, tall, slim and dressed in smart casual attire.

Following up his greeting with a “Hello” of my own and a smile, he took that as a sign to step back, and I heard the room door close before he returned and moved further into the room. He said nothing and simply stood at the foot of the bed watching me, and I knew what he wanted to see. My hands which had frozen in place resumed stroking my thighs, and then travelled higher, pushing up my red skirt as they did. Looking at him as he watched me, I let one of my hands run over the front of my white, slightly lacy knickers, running a finger up and down my slit through them and feeling the first shudder of pleasure as a result. That same hand then travelled further, up to the waistband of my knickers so as to slide inside them, pushing into them to seek out and find my pussy.

It didn’t take much of my touch before I could feel my wetness building, which I used to lubricate my fingers and find my clit, pressing against it firmly and beginning to rub it with a sigh. Rubbing in slow, circular motions, I began to masturbate myself, breathing more heavily from my increasing arousal. I’d already seen a bulge beginning to form in my visitor’s pants, but that didn’t last long as he unzipped his trousers, reaching inside to pull out an erection and start to slowly stroke it.

This promoted me to show a little more of myself, pulling my hand out of my knickers, lifting my hips and slowly sliding my knickers down, away from my wet pussy and down my stockinged legs. Laying the discarded knickers at my side, I opened my legs again to grant him a view of my naked, shaved pussy, hearing a quiet “Mmmmm” from him while my hand slid back up my legs to resume my masturbation. After spending a little more time on my clit, I let first one and then two fingers penetrate me. I closed my eyes at this moment, but opened them again to see him leaning forward and staring more intently at my fingers now fucking my pussy, seeing him stroking his own glistening penis faster as he did so.

This was how the next few minutes panned out, me closing my eyes and moaning, softly then louder as I brought myself towards orgasm, my fingers slipping easily in and out of my wetness as I alternated between fingers inside me and rubbing my clit, and with my guest varying the speed and intensity of his own masturbation as I realised he was ready to cum at pretty much any time.

His attempts to hold off had clearly taken him as far as he could go, and he rasped “I’m ready to cum” before moving up onto the bed on his knees and shuffling closer to me. For a moment I thought he was simply going to plunge himself into me, but instead he continued to masturbate from between my legs. I took his cue to speed up my own efforts, moving my fingers back to my clit and rubbing it furiously as I focused on bringing myself off. Eyes closed and moaning, I heard his own groans drown out my own before I felt several splashes of semen over my thighs and pussy – this didn’t interrupt my own efforts though, and I continued to pleasure myself. I felt his hand resting on my leg, then travelling a little way onto my bare thigh, but what must have been around 30 seconds after his orgasm my hips bucked slightly as I came myself with some loud moans, my free hand gripping the duvet.

Recovering my senses, I opened my eyes to see him still kneeling on the bed, his cock softening, and as we made eye contact he got off the bed, returning his penis to his trousers. “Thank you, that was really amazing” he said, then after a brief pause and a smile “I’ll show myself out”. He moved away from the bed, and I heard the door open and then click shut as he walked away, satisfied.

Leaning forward, I looked over my cum-splattered thigh and pussy, thankfully that somehow nothing had gotten on my outfit, although there was cum on the bed that I’d have to clear up and figure out an explanation for the resulting wet spot to my friend. this was my cue to strip off and jump in the shower to clean up, although no sooner had I dried myself off that my continued arousal led to me sprawling back on the bed naked to masturbate to another couple of orgasms, hoping that my friend wasn’t planning to come back early.

I was settled down in bed in a t-shirt and knickers by the time she returned. “What did you do with yourself all evening?” she idly asked me. “Oh, nothing, just laid around” was my response behind a smile that I simply couldn’t control. As I found out the next day, she probably wouldn’t have batted an eyelid about what I’d really been up to anyhow…

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