It was convention weekend for me again this weekend just gone, and as much as I’d been looking forward to it my enthusiasm had been dimmed a little – in the weeks and months leading up to the event I’d been talking to a couple of people (both girls) who wanted to meet me during the event, but both of them had backed out at the last minute, leaving me feeling a little annoyed.
Still, once I arrived on Friday I soon forgot all about that, and spent the day hanging out with a group of friends – having a good time with them at the show, then going out and drinking rather a lot before returning to my hotel and collapsing in bed, only to find myself waking up early again the next morning.
For Saturday’s cosplay I had an all-new outfit – Rise from Persona 4’s winter uniform, consisting of a long-sleeved black blouse, patterned short skirt and thigh-high stockings. It’s not the most revealing outfit I’ve ever worn by any means, but there was something about it that left me feeling pleasantly sexy – I got plenty of complements about it, and could feel plenty of gazes on the small areas of skin that showed between the skirt and stockings.
After a day of non-stop walking around (thank god this character wears sensible shoes!) I stopped off for a drink and a meal with my friends, but with everywhere packed and all of us feeling tired after a late night of drinking before there wasn’t much appetite among us to stick around, and we soon went off back to our hotel rooms.
After a while with my feet up settled on the bed, I couldn’t resist grabbing my phone and flipping through Tinder for a while to see what’s what, swiping away merrily for a little while. Most of my matches didn’t reply (and were probably busy drinking or with friends) but I did eventually get one quick and basic “Hi” response. I replied with a greeting back, and another response quickly followed that left me torn: “On 2% battery. Love your pics. Wanna hook up?”
I normally prefer to spend a little time exchanging messages, figuring out expectations and sounding out the other person before meeting them, but he looked pretty attractive and my day of being undressed by so many pairs of eyes at the convention had left me wanting to do something. After a couple of minutes of pondering, I replied “Sure” and told him the hotel name I was in. “On my way” came the quick but brief response, and I felt my heart rate increase.
It was less than five minutes before I got another message: “In the lobby. I’m cosplaying as Finn”. Hopping up, I grabbed my room card and took the lift downstairs, nervously stepping out as my eyes swept across the lobby. I saw the recognisable but simple blue outfit of Finn from Adventure Time with his back to me, and realised he was sat at a phone charging station in the lobby. Taking a deep breath, I headed over to him and said hi. Turning around to present an attractive face with a light beard (which wasn’t in keeping with his cosplay quite frankly) he recognised me, apologetically showing me his phone as if to prove that his battery was indeed about to die as we exchanged pleasantries.
After a little awkward standing around, I asked if he wanted to come up – he nodded and unplugged his phone, asking if I had a charger in my room to which I laughed and told him I did. We talked a little about the convention and cosplay in the lift and down the corridor into my room, and once there I fished out my phone charger and plugged it in before stepping back for him to connect his phone.
Another awkward moment ensued before I asked what happens now. With a slightly bashful shrug, he told me that he’s the kind of guy that likes the girl to take control- in other words it was up to me, which wasn’t particularly something I was used to. “Okay” I said slowly, buying some time for my brain to catch up and the horniness which had built up all day to push me to do something. “Want to lay on the bed?”
“Okay” he said breezily with a smile, not even stopping to kick off his shoes as he sat on the edge of the bed then swivelled to lay himself down on it. His eyes intently upon me as I faced him standing next to the bed, I took another deep breath before letting my hands reach up under my skirt, my fingers hooking into the waistband of the simple black knickers I was wearing before I slowly pulled them down as his eyes and smile both widened.
Stepping carefully out of the underwear which I deposited on the floor, I climbed onto the bed myself – first kneeling beside him, then swinging a leg over to straddle him at chest level before shuffling upwards towards him. Realising my intention, he shuffled down the bed himself, and so I was soon directly above his head, giving him a perfect view up my skirt at my bare pussy.
“Do you want to lick me?” I asked, a little quietly, already lowering myself towards him. I heard no response but didn’t need to – I felt his hands stroking the outside of my legs, followed by his head lifting up the bed for his tongue to trace over my exposed pussy, making me shiver. Feeling his hands guiding me down I sank lower, holding my skirt up while giving him easier access to me and enjoying the benefits as his tongue licked and explored me.
He pulled me down lower still once he found my clit, and I could feel his beard tickling my thighs as he focused almost solely on that area. As my wetness and arousal built, I couldn’t stop myself moving my hips against him, the tickling of his facial hair now outweighed by the pleasure between my legs. This went on for what felt like some time – I stopped holding up my skirt at some point, not thinking about how I now couldn’t even see the face of the person licking my pussy under it and concentrating only on how increasingly good it felt. These feelings eventually left me gripping the duvet and bucking my hips while his hands gripped my ass cheeks to try and hold me in place as I came with a few loud moans, before half toppling off him once my clit because too sensitive.
Picking myself up off the bed and getting unsteadily to my feet, I looked at his now glistening and smiling face – a smile I couldn’t help but return as I told him to stay where he was. Moving over to my bag, I fished around and found a condom, returning to clumsily undo his shorts and pull them part way down his legs along with his boxers, which led to his almost completely erect penis springing free to reveal itself.
Brushing my hair back and leaning forward, I took him into my mouth for a few moments, just long enough to coax him to a full erection before opening and putting on the condom. This done I straddled him again, this time hovering over his cock and taking it in my hand. It took a few attempts to get the angle right, but after some shuffling and adjusting myself I eventually got it right and allowed myself to slowly, carefully sink onto his cock. Fully inside me, I luxuriated in the feeling for a while, enjoying his intent stare at where our bodies were joined before I began to move on him.
I’d planned to take it slow and tease him a little, but my impatience soon got the better of me and it wasn’t long before I was moving on him quickly, moaning and sighing as I moved up and down on top of him. I rode him for about five minutes before my day of walking started to creep up on me, and I started to feel my legs cramp up. Hopping up off of him and stretching my legs a little by the side of the bed, I told him it was his turn to do the work, ushering him off the bed so I could lay in his place. Pushing my skirt up and opening my legs, he was quickly back on the bed kneeling between them, getting into position and penetrating me again, easily this time.
For a while he sat back on his heels, holding my legs up and apart as he fucked me, occasionally looking at me but mostly just watching his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Once he found a rhythm he fucked me like this for a little while, before moving to lean forward and start thrusting harder against me while I wrapped my stocking-clad legs around him. He was a quiet lover, so all I could hear was my own moans and wetness, enjoying the sensation but not really feeling like I could cum any time soon.
This went on for a while before I quietly asked if he was getting close. “Kind of” was his response before, hesitatingly… “Can I see more of your body?” Nodding and pushing him away I got up, undoing my skirt and letting it drop to the floor and then unzipping and removing my top. Finally, I unclasped my bra and let that drop to the ground too, leaving me in nothing but thigh-high stockings as I saw him admiring my body.
Realising he was waiting for me to take the lead again I returned to the bed, clambering onto all fours with an obvious invitation for him to move in behind me. After quickly shedding his trainers, short and t-shirt he did just that, rubbing himself against my opening for a while to test me wetness before slowly slipping back into me. From the outset I could feel an increased vigour in his movements now, and the position allowed his hands to wander, groping at my swinging tits, kneading my ass, rubbing my back and legs before gripping my hips so that he could fuck me harder.
For my part I was enjoying the experience more too – his increased arousal at my naked body was thrilling to me, and I’d also deliberately positioned myself so that I was on all-fours almost directly in front of the rooms mirror. I watched my face as he fucked me, my tits moving with his thrusts, leaning up to get a view of his cock inside my pussy. It wasn’t quite enough to get me off unfortunately, and before I could build to an orgasm I felt him speed up, breathing heavily before unloading his cum inside me into the condom.
Pulling out, we both remained quiet for a while, before he confessed that he couldn’t believe that had happened. We talked a little as we both dressed again, before he checked his phone and the time and apologetically made his excuses to get back to his own hotel and his friends. Letting him out I said goodbye, before returning to sit in front of the mirror and masturbate myself to another orgasm.
Come Sunday morning, I almost had a heart attack – one of my friends came running excitedly up to me at our meeting place almost shouting “did you hear about the cosplayers who were having sex?” “What? Err… no” I responded worryingly. Thankfully, my secret wasn’t out – a couple had decided to get it on in a tree-lined gravel area right in front of the main bar everyone drinks at, and needless to say they got caught. Part of me was rather aroused by the idea of being fucked there and filed it away as a fantasy for another day as more of the second-hand story was relayed to me.
That fantasy lingering in my mind and the night before grew into an itch that needed scratching as the day progressed, and I found myself having a few more conversations with Tinder matches, most of which had left the previous day to my disappointment. The convention practically over and my friends having had enough, we all headed back to our rooms again. For my part, I’d been having a conversation with one guy that had reached something of a crescendo – we’d been talking on and off in free moments during the day, but he was due to leave and go home shortly so time was almost up.
With that in mind, things followed a similar pattern to the night before – the prior teasing and talking and feeling one another out went out the window, and he asked bluntly whether I fancied a quick fuck. There was something quite arousing about being asked point-blank like that, so back at my hotel I decided to wait in the lobby and invite him over.
Five minutes later he arrived, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans while I was all dressed up as Asuna from Sword Art Online – 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. He was a little heavier set than I’d imagined from his pics but not unattractively so, and with time at a premium we only swapped brief introductions before I led him to the lift and my hotel room.
As soon as we were in the door and heard it click shut the rushed series of events continued – as soon as I’d signalled I was still up for this we were stood kissing passionately and frantically, and within moments I felt my skirt being pushed up and a hand roughly pushing its way into my knickers. Finding my growing wetness, he rubbed my clit vigorously for a while then tested that wetness by slipping a finger into me.
His hands were soon grasping the white knickers and pulling them down to my knees as quickly as he could muster, before he turned me around before stopping to rifle through his wallet for a condom. I leaned forward, putting my hands onto the bed in front of me, and after hearing his jeans dropping to the floor I felt him flip up the red skirt and slowly sink into me.
To be honest the sex was disappointing – even with the excitement and arousal of this hurried fuck there was nothing that made up for the fact that it was all over in two minutes. He fucked me hard, moaning about how good my pussy felt, then how he was about to cum, which he soon did. Pulling out, a quick mention of how hot that was and he was gone with barely a thank you.
Feeling frustrated, I spent some more time in my room looking for another option to satisfy me, but in the end I was left with just my own fingers to bring myself off to a couple of orgasms and satisfy myself for the evening. Not my best convention experiences then but not a complete disaster either, and the fantasy of being fucked in public and being seen and watched still hasn’t quite gone away…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ls1ch/a_low_battery_a_fast_decision_another_quick
Sorry that both left you wanting.
You always seem like you’d be an awesome person to meet up with and spend quality time with (witness: other stories) – more fool these two for rushing off!
Here’s hoping folk at the next con are doubly awesome to make up for these two. :)