A drive, a smoke, and lots more (F/M/F)

Following my little adventure the evening before (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4aabfa/leaving_the_hotel_room_door_ajar_fm/), it was time for another day at the convention and this time me and my friend Gemma were wearing matching cosplay outfits. I was dressed as Ranka Lee from Macross Frontier, one of my favourite outfits consisting of a really cute, girly top, frilly skirt and knee-high socks with red shoes featuring slightly high heels. My friend was wearing a similar alternate version of this outfit that was mostly the same in its overall look but dark blue and cream compared to my green and orange.

The day was going as these things tend to at conventions – lots of walking, lots of stopping to photos, lots of finding excuses to sit down and take a break (especially as my friend was a little more tired than me having gone out the night before). Sitting down with a drink and a relatively late lunch, we were interrupted by a man sliding out the chair opposite us and sitting down with a “Hey ladies”. We shot one another a look at this – for some reason two girls together with no guys around generates way more attention from guys wanting to try out chat-up lines than when I’m alone, perhaps they see it as a higher chance of success?

Anyhow, he followed up by asking if we minded if I sit there, and as the area we were in was genuinely busy it would have been rude to complain so we told him to go ahead. Of course, with this the small talk started, but as he started talking and asking us about the weekend there was actually some charm to him – he had no shortage of self-deprecating wit, and he was genuinely interested in where our outfits originated from and finding out more about our own interests, studies and so on.

Of course, eventually the question of what we were doing after the event was dropped into the conversation, causing another glance between me and Gemma. She took the lead, vaguely suggesting that we had a few things planned out to make us sound busy on the roof. “How about you?” I asked in return once she’d made our excuses, to further deflect the question. “Hmm, I dunno, was thinking about just hanging out somewhere… smoke a joint, y’know…” he trailed off with a shrug.

Gemma’s response surprised me here, as she piped up about how that sounded pretty great and that she could really do with a smoke herself. As I’d only hung out with her at conventions and talked online it wasn’t a topic that had ever come up, hence my surprise, but now the topic had come up I had to admit to being in a similar boat – I’d gotten stoned semi-regularly back when I had a boyfriend, but as he was always the weed provider I’d not done in in a long time. Not wanting to feel left out, I seconded my friend’s assertion, and with this out in the open it wasn’t too surprising that our new buddy was soon talking about hanging out with him afterwards if he wanted, how he had some good stuff to share and so on.

Although she seemed to be playing it cool and disinterested, I got the feeling that Gemma was actually quite interested in the idea of hanging out and getting high, and lo and behold when we were done eating and ready to leave she accepted his offer to swap numbers in case we wanted to hang out later. We went on our way, leaving him finishing his drink and watching us leave, and our new topic of discussion as soon as were out of earshot was obvious.

Having both flip-flopped on what we should do after the event in the following hour or two, the vibration of her phone forced our hand – a message from the guy to say he was leaving soon and wondering if we still wanted to hang out. “What should we do?”, asked Gemma, then after a long period of silence… “Shall we go for it?” before giggling. Laughing at her reaction I said “sure, why not”, and so she sent a response, and we eventually agreed to meet outside the venue.

Twenty minutes or so later, we found our meeting place to find him waiting for us – quite tall when looking at him standing, slim and reasonable looking. We chatted a little more and asked what the plan was – we couldn’t smoke in our hotel and he couldn’t in his house, but he suggested going for a drive somewhere close by. After a little uncertainty, we decided that our meeting in public and safety in numbers negated any worries, and so we followed him to his relatively small car. He hopped in the driver’s seat and I grabbed the passenger seat (out of habit – I get motion sick in the back of cars), leaving Gemma to jump in the back. We sat and chatted as we made slow progress out of the busy arena car park alongside others who were leaving, and once away from the car park, it was only a few minutes before we made our way around the back of an industrial estate of some kind, parking up in a barren grassy area with nothing else around.

After stopping the car, he leaned over me to reach into the glove box, revealing a stash of weed which he then proceeded to roll into joints for the three of us before pulling a lighter from his pocket and proffering it to us. Lighting up, I felt like an idiot as I was left coughing for a while, but with that out of the way I was soon into the swing of smoking and enjoying the sensation, which seemed especially pronounced as it had been so long since I last got high.

We sat for some time just smoking and increasingly getting more talkative and (in mine and Gemma’s case) giggly. I was also aware of another side-effect of the weed in my case… I was getting horny. Really horny, exacerbated by my experience the previous night. I tried to push it to the back of my mind, but it was easier said than done as my desire increased.

It seems like I wasn’t the only one, as I noted the guy looking both of us up and down as he started to talk about how amazing we looked in our complementing outfits, how we had great bodies and so on. “Thanks, I’m glad you think so!” I exclaimed without really thinking, which brought a laugh from him and a question: “Why are you glad?”. I went red at this, but couldn’t bring myself to assert that I meant nothing from it, even as he jokingly quizzed and teased me more.

Then I felt it… a hand on my leg, just above my knee-high sock, and in an instant I got wetter. His hand remained there for a while, stroking my skin a little tentatively, and as I said nothing the hand moved a little higher. At this point I realised I was breathing a little harder, and I think he noticed it too, as it emboldened him to continue edging that hand up my leg. Soon, I could feel his fingers on my inner thigh and toying with the edge of my knickers, before moving to gently touch me over the crotch of my underwear.

I’m not sure quite what Gemma had been doing up to this point, but she suddenly piped up with a laugh and a near-squeal “Hey, wait, are you getting fingered right now?” I said nothing… I wasn’t sure what to say, but he continued to softly stroke over my knickers while saying nothing. “Woooooow” intoned Gemma, “well don’t mind me, carry on!” she said as she put her feet up on the back seat and leaned back, still smoking.

He did just that, shifting over in his seat to get a little closer to me and watching my face as his hand rummaged under my skirt and made its way into my knickers, pushing down to find my wetness and bring a quiet moan from me. He was soon rubbing around and across my clit, increasing my wetness and my moans which I couldn’t hide any more. He worked as bets as he could in cramped conditions for a few minutes, before stopping to ask “Wanna take your panties off?” Without a word, I lifted my hips and quickly pulled my plain white knickers down my thighs, over my knees and around my ankles. Moving in his seat some more to face me, he used the easier access to rub my slit and easily work a finger into my wetness, and then quickly after a second. He had some good technique, and hit all of the right spots as he started moving his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first and then more rapidly. My moans resumed and grew, and eventually I tensed up in the car seat, gripping the arm rest as I came with his fingers still working inside me.

My head abuzz from the weed and the orgasm I’d just enjoyed, I looked over to hear him telling me how hard I’d made him, to which I heard Gemma pipe up again, a little breathlessly now. “Do you guys need the back seat?” She didn’t even wait for our answer, and I looked back to see her opening the car door and clambering out. He followed suit, getting out the car, and without any real hesitation I reached down to pull my knickers completely off over my heels, leaving them in the footwell as I too got out of the car, passing Gemma and moving into the back, not really daring to look at her.

He soon joined me on the back seat, as I stuttering asked “How do you want to do this?” His response, while already unbuckling his jeans, was “Err, wanna get on all fours?” Nodding, I did just that, clambering onto my hands and knees on the back seat as he struggled to pull his jeans and pants down around his ankles. He wasn’t quite as hard as he’d stated, but as he stroked himself with one hand while fiddling in his jean pocket for a condom with the other he was soon stood at attention and ready. He moved in behind me, kneeling on the back seat with one leg and his foot on the car floor with the other – I felt my dress pushed up around my waist and then his cock rub against me for a few moments, and then he sank quickly enough into my wetness to make me gasp.

He quickly got into a rhythm, thrusting easily in and out of my soaking pussy as I leaned my head against the upholstery of the car door while he fucked me, soon moaning again at the sensations and my arousal. Feeling him shift his position, a hand soon reached around, stroking my hips and waist as my skirt was pushed up again before it reached around between my legs and his fingers found my clit. His thrusting inside me was more awkward and less rhythmic in this position, but the stimulation of my clit coupled with his cock inside me was bringing me off quickly, and it seemed like only a few minutes before I was moaning and gasping into another orgasm as he furiously rubbed my clit with his hand buried under my dress.

Feeling sensitive now, I pushed him away, and with a parched throat and also feeling rather light-headed I felt like I was spent, gasping out a “no more” as I slid back into a sitting position, winding down the car window and still trying to regain my breath. Looking forward, I saw Gemma staring intently from between the front seats, her face flushed and eyes glazed. “You guys were…. are you okay Elle? This is so weird… but….” she stuttered out before descending into a fit of giggles.

Pulling off the condom, the guy half-jokingly asked “who’s going to finish me off then?” The lack of any response from Gemma lead to some more probing; “Do you want a go?” he asked her. “No way!” was the immediate response, before her stream of consciousness continued “I mean, seeing all of that turned me on, but… I dunno”. Then there was silence for a while, before “Okay, I’m getting in the back, wanna swap?”

I opened the car door, unsteadily hopping out and holding it open while Gemma got out of the front passenger seat to take my place in the back while I slid onto the front seat. Suddenly not sounding at all hesitant, she asked “Do you have another condom?”, before reaching for her bag in the footwell and fishing for one that she’d been carrying when he said no. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, she murmured, reaching down and unzipping her skirt before pulling it off (the one difference of her outfit is that it was a two-piece skirt and corset or sorts rather than a singular dress) and tossing it onto the driver’s seat.

“Want to go on top?” she asked of him, and after lots of shifting around on the back seat and switching of positions he looked back and asked me to shift my passenger seat forward to make some room. Rather than simply doing this, I hopped up and awkwardly moved into the driver’s seat, before leaning forward and pulling the passenger seat as far forward as it could go. I then sat quietly, leaning forward still in the driver’s seat and unable to hide my desire to watch.

“Do you need warming up?” he asked, to which she quickly replied “I think I’m fine”, leaving me wondering if she’d been touching herself at all while I was being fingered and fucked. He then helped her out of her own plain white knickers, leaving me having to dodge and move my heat out of the way to avoid being kicked by a heeled shoe as she giggled at the struggle to help her out of her underwear in the cramped car. Eventually that battle was over, although I saw her knickers remaining dangling from her right ankle as some shuffling and moving into position took place.

As they settled into position I glimpsed my friend’s pussy for the first time – neatly trimmed but with a clear patch of black hair. Shifting in the driver’s seat, I wasn’t sure where to look as the moment for him to penetrate her came – I wanted to see him slip inside her, but I also wanted to see her face. In the end, my position offered a better view of his cock slowly edging its way inside her, hearing them both groan as he did so for the first time. It took a little while before he was fully inside her, but soon he was rhythmically thrusting against her, her legs and knee-high white socks moving in the air as he fucked her. Compared to me she was pretty quiet, sighing and gasping rather than moaning, and occasionally intoning something like “that’s right…” “keep going…” and stuff like that.

I lost track of time as I sat watching, but at some point my hand had idly reached under my skirt to quietly, subtly play with myself, not wanting to attract attention to myself but unable to resist as I watched my friend being fucked harder now. I’m not sure if it was 5 or 10 minutes before he sped up notably, slapping against her as he growled “I’m cumming” before thrusting deep into her a few times while she gasped underneath him.

Spent, he pulled out and carefully removed the condom, wrapping it in tissue while Gemma called to me for her skirt back, while she put her knickers back on followed by the skirt. He pulled up his pants and jeans, helping me move the passenger seat back before I moved back to it to free up the driver’s seat and put my own knickers back on.

A little quieter now, he started the car for the thankfully short drive back to the hotel, although not before exclaiming he was still turned on while shooting a glance me – perhaps it had been more obvious that I’d masturbated some while watching him and Gemma than I thought. Gemma told him he could come and hang out in our room for a while if he wanted but that she wanted to take a shower and clean up, probably sensing that we were the two horny ones here. So, he parked up and followed us up to the room, where just as promised Gemma grabbed a change of clothes and made for the bathroom, not very subtly noting she still had another condom in her bag which was left open on the dresser.

I went and found said condom, handing it to him as he moved over to me and kissed me hungrily. His hands were all over me, and as I stepped out of my shoes most of the rest of my clothes followed suit, as he helped me out of my dress before tugging at my knickers before I pulled them down and off. I then had my turn undoing his jeans and pulling them off as he discarded his t-shirt, and with that I was soon pushed back onto the bed. He spent a moment kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head darting between my legs to lick and taste my growing wetness while he fiddling with unwrapping and putting on the condom.

That done he was upon me, and I held my legs up in the air and open for him as he eased into me for the second time. Once fully inside me, the fucking was hard and fast – my legs shook with his thrusts as he fucked me on the bed, and he quietly but insistently told me how much he loved fucking me and how he wanted to cum inside me. He did just that after what must have been about ten minutes, and just as I was beginning to feel a little sore I felt him throbbing and pressing against me as he came.

By the time Gemma emerged, dressed in a shirt and jeans, from the shower we were both dressed ourselves (although I’d just grabbed my cosplay dress and thrown it back on), and thoughts turned to food. We ordered in pizza, ate it all hungrily, and then Gemma suggested that I should take a shower. I needed a shower and I could also take a hint, but to be honest it wasn’t the longest shower I’ve ever taken and I was keen to get back into the room to see what I was missing.

I wasn’t surprised by the answer to my curiosity when I emerged dressed in a t-shirt and leggings – Gemma was standing bent over the bed, her jeans and knickers around her ankles being fucked from behind with his hands on her hips. I laid out on my bed, pretending to just pay no heed and let them finish but actually positioning myself so I can view his cock pushing in and out of my friend. This view was somewhat obscured as her hand moved to play with herself while he fucked her, and eventually she moved onto all fours and buried her face in the bed – I suspect she came at this point but couldn’t tell. He came soon after, pulling out and dispensing with the final condom.

Wordlessly, the two pulled their clothes back on, and after some more chatter and an admission that we were both pretty tired he said his goodbyes, telling us to let him know if we were ever in the area again.

Turning on the TV, myself and Gemma sat in silence for quite some time (which is when I wrote my recollection of the previous day’s tale) until she suddenly piped up “Have you done this sort of thing before?” After joking around a bit, I finally told her a few of my previous convention tales, which she listened to wide-eyed as I unveiled a very different side of my personality to her. We talked long into the night as she pressed me on my experiences and so on, and seeming suitably intrigued I wonder if I’ve found myself a roommate for more conventions in the future.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4afjac/a_drive_a_smoke_and_lots_more_fmf