Taking full advantage of a local convention (F/M)

Last weekend was a rarity for me – an event really close to my home… or at least, the student house that I call home. Although I’m back staying with my family for the summer break, I chose to spend the weekend back there to make life easier, as it was a short train hop from there to the event arena and back.

With all my housemates also out that weekend I had the place to myself, and after a Friday night of arriving, buying some basic groceries and then lounging around I was up early on Saturday morning to get changed. I’d been torn on what outfit to wear, but decided to go for an old classic as video game character Catherine.

It took me longer than I might have liked to get ready, and by the time I was fully dressed in the heels and tight white dress with stockings and suspenders and made it to the station it was a little busy there. Needless to say, I was getting a lot of looks from other passengers as I waited and boarded the train, which was a strange little thrill in itself.

It was a couple of stops in that one of those people staring came over to talk to me – I realised straight away from his accent and tanned complexion that he wasn’t a native, and he informed me that he was here for the summer from Australia. We chatted quite a bit for the remainder of the journey, as I filled him on why I was dressed as I was, and he was being very obviously flirty in a way that I’m not used to from face-to-face chats but enjoyed nonetheless, especially as even though he was barely taller than me he was rather attractive. Moving towards the doors as my stop was coming up, he moved with me, and we came to the realisation that he lived near the event hall. Thus, we walked together a little further before I pointed out where I needed to go. Without skipping a beat, he asked “Mind if I take your number?” – I pondered for a bit and decided to throw caution to the wind and said sure, reeling off the digits as he tapped them into his phone and showed them to me to confirm.

Telling me to enjoy my day, he waved me off and I wandered into the event. I didn’t really think much more of it until an hour or so later when I got a text message from an unknown number and checked it to see my new Australia friend saying hi, and commenting once again on how he loved my outfit. I replied back with a thanks, and there was a to-and-fro of small talk and flirting, and by lunchtime he was asking what I was doing after the event. Suggesting I had nothing planned led to him asking if I wanted to do something, and what that something might be led on to him musing that he was currently stuck in a cramped hostel while I mentioned that I had a house to myself. Things only escalated from there, with our conversation getting more explicit and arousing until eventually we agreed to meet again outside the event when I left.

So, some hours later and with more heated messages having been swapped, I fired off a text as I was about to leave, and made my way out to meander around a little before finding where he was waiting for me. We stopped for a bit as he asked how the event was, before I asked if he still wanted to come back to mine. “I’ve been wanting to for hours, let’s go!” was his chirpy response, and so we headed off to jump on a decidedly crowded train home. As things got really packed for a stop or two, we found ourselves standing pressed together on the train, and there was an unmistakeable bulge pressing against my leg as he stood against me that I couldn’t resist leaning into and moving against slightly while I pretended to adjust my dress to tease him a little more.

Pointing out our stop, he led the way off the busy train, before I led the way on the short walk to my place – there was no real conversation here, just an obvious sexual tension that was ready to erupt from both of us. That eruption came pretty much as soon as I stepped in the front door and turned around – he moved close to me, seeking consent in my eyes, and seeing nothing to dissuade him he was kissing and pawing at me, squeezing my ass firmly as our tongues pressed against each other. We danced around like this in the hallway for a while – pushed u against the wall one minute, stood freely while he pushed his hands under my tight, short skirt and massaged my ass the next. The kiss was broken long enough for him to ask where my room was, and with a grin I turned away and headed up the stairs then down the hall into my room.

Turning to face him as reached the room he was upon me again, and the kissing and touching recommenced as he backed me towards the bed, which we then toppled onto. He was hungrily kissing my mouth and neck, while one hand struggled to take my dress and push it up over my waist. Reaching between my legs, he broke away from his kisses to exclaim “You’re so wet… God I want you right now” breathlessly. The kissing resumed sporadically as he fished for a condom in his jean pockets, before he hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Tearing open the packet and expertly rolling on the condom, he was soon on top of me again, with more kisses as I felt him reach down and push my now wet white thong to one side. After some shuffling into position and pushing apart of my legs, I felt him pressing against me, and soon he was very slowly easing into me as I gasped and he groaned. He patiently worked himself inside me, moving slowly until he was confident that I felt comfortable and then soon picking up the pace, still kissing my neck and chest as he began to thrust inside me. I glanced to one side to watch myself in the mirror for a while, seeing my dress hiked up around my waist, legs splayed with high heels and stockings still on and the occasional view of his condom-clad cock as it pulled out for the next thrust into my wetness.

Putting his mouth to my ear, he further stoked my arousal by telling me how good my tight, wet pussy felt and how good it felt to fuck me, thrusting harder inside me as I did so. With my heavy breathing turning to moans, he pushed his jeans further down his legs to sit up, hold my legs wider apart and further back, and fuck me harder. I was moaning loudly after a few minutes of this and I think he was reaching his limit as he suggested we change position. Pulling out he moved over to lay back on the bed, inviting me to straddle him – I duly did just that, pulling my thong aside before sinking easily onto him. As I leaned over him, grinding and riding, it seems the brief respite in our fucking hadn’t calmed him down much, as only a couple of minutes later I felt him pushing up into me, his face contorting as he came into the condom.

I hopped off and kneeled on the bed, and after a moment of recovery he beckoned me to take his place laying back on it – after he lost his jeans fully, from here my thong was finally pulled off (or at least mostly, he struggled to get it off over my high heels so it was left dangling from one leg) and me legs were pulled over his shoulders as his face plunged between my legs to devour me. He ate me hungrily, and already so aroused it was only a few minutes before I gripped my sheets, moaning loudly from my own orgasm.

After a short pause, he continued to lick and suck on my pussy, less urgently now – this continued for five minutes or so until he asked me to turn over as he wanted to fuck me again. As I did so, I saw him go to his jeans to put on another condom, and unbuttoning and throwing off his shirt he was now naked but for his socks as his hard cock slipped into me again. This was a longer, slower but still hard fuck, and for the next 15 minutes or so he thrusted purposefully against me, my dress still hiked up around my waist and his hands holding my hips or squeezing my ass. With no sign of my orgasm building from this, I eventually took it upon myself to reach back and start rubbing my clit hard, and as I began to moan from this combination of sex and masturbation so he fucked me harder. By the time my legs shook in orgasm his body was slapping rhythmically against mine, and a minute or so after my own orgasm he came for the second time himself.

We both took some time to cool off after this, before finally taking it in turns to grab a shower (the stall is too small for two). He finally got to see my naked body as I peeled off the rest of Catherine’s garb and wig in front of him, and I could see him taking it in as I undressed and went into the shower, and again on my return before I dried off and pulled on some casual clothes.

Once dressed we weren’t really too sure what to do, but ultimately went out to buy some cheap food and drinks while talking as if none of that frantic fucking had ever happened as we sat eating and drinking in the kitchen. Our conversation did eventually return to sex after we’d finished our meal, and in light of that perhaps I shouldn’t have been too surprised that clearing up the cups and dishes turned to more passionate kissing, before I found myself sat on the kitchen table, my knickers quickly pulled off and down my legs for another brief bout of oral sex. Then, his jeans and boxers were around his ankles and another condom was applied, as he moved between my open legs to fuck me on the kitchen table.

We only fucked for a few minutes before I found that I was too sore from our previous bouts to continue – instead, and having talked a little about my exhibitionist streak just minutes before, I pulled off my dress and removed my bra, and let him watch me rubbing my clit to orgasm in front of him, while he removed his condom and absent-mindedly stroked while watching me. Once I’d cum he sped up his own ministrations, stepping forward to shoot his cum over my stomach.

With that, it was time for him to get dressed and set off for his hostel (and for me to take another quick shower), although not before another stop in my bedroom to give him a peek into my wardrobe filled with cosplay outfits. His eyes lit up at some of them he was introduced to, and we talked a little about whether I’d be around in the next few weeks before he leaves for home. I told him that I’d let him know if I was, and I suspect I may need to find a good reason to come back to my student abode when none of my housemates are there somehow…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4u3won/taking_full_advantage_of_a_local_convention_fm

1 comment

  1. Conventions, gotta love em. Any chance for pictures of you in the outfit?

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