A quick convention sit-down… on a lap [FM]

Although I really should be spending my time on more important things as the stress ramps up at uni, the very same stress means I want to make the most of anime convention now that it’s getting into full swing for the year, and last weekend took me away for another weekend of cosplaying and hanging out. Although only one of my usual group of friends was going, some people I hadn’t seen for some years were heading to this particular convention, and to be honest I wanted to catch up with them over and above anything else – as a result, I didn’t do more than having a cursory, curious look around Tinder and wasn’t really planning any adventures this time around. Of course, plans like this can change at gone 2AM on a Sunday morning….

It was the second day of the convention, and after a low-key Friday I’d already enjoyed a long Saturday of panels, wandering around the dealers’ room, and of course chatting incessantly with friends, all while once again dressed up in my current favourite cosplay of Rem from Re:Zero (http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf), kitted out in her maid’s outfit, with a short skirt and white thigh-high socks. Come early evening, I was a little surprised to feel my phone vibrating, and even more surprised to find a message from someone I only dimly remembered asking simply whether I was at the con. On further thought, I remembered this being a guy I’d spoken to at several cons and eventually swapped details with – he’d never really made any secret of a desire to hook up with me, and I was quite keen myself, but the stars had never aligned and granted us the opportunity.

Having made it clear he was also at the event, we shared some messaging small talk, and he was more than a little excited to hear about my choice of outfit and quizzed me on it. Not too much later it became clear that we were both in the convention hotel bar with our respective groups of friends, and so we both made an excuse to get away from those groups to say hi for a moment. Meeting up away from the gazes of our friends, we shared some more small talk and chatter – he showered me with compliments on my outfit and how I looked in it, asked how I was enjoying the con, and with that we both headed back to our friends. Some further complimentary messages aside, there wasn’t too much more to say beyond occasionally drop a message to see what the other was doing.

This is where we fast forward to 2AM, and me sat in one of my friend’s hotel room as we talked and drank into the night. My roommate had just given up the ghost and gone to bed, and my other friends were flagging but determinedly carrying on their drinking and chatting as my phone buzzed once again. The guy in question was complaining that all his friends had gone to bed and he had nothing to do, and wondered what I was up to. I told him I was with friends but that they’d probably be sleeping soon, he asked if I wanted to do something once they went to bed, and so I was distractedly tapping at my phone and half-listening to my friends as we began to form a plan.

It was around 45 minutes later than one of my remaining friends had slumped spark-out and asleep on the bed, and the other was ready to call it a night as a result, so the time was ripe for me to excuse myself to head back to my own room – little did they know I had a detour in mind…

Although there was still talking, shouting and silliness going on in rooms as I walked through the hotel, the corridors and hallways themselves were totally dead by this point, and as I made it down to the lobby I instantly spotted the guy I’d briefly met earlier – no cosplay (that hadn’t worked out apparently), tall and in his early 30s with a dark, neatly trimmed beard. Upon meeting again some more small talk ensued, before he invited me out for some air, which led to us walking out into the crisp but not unpleasant (and thankfully dry) night.

“There’s some nice secluded seats round here” he told me with a glint in his eye as we moved away from the front entrance and around the outskirts of the building. Sure enough, there were a few benches along one wall of the building, not exactly secluded and well-lit but looking out into darkness and nowhere in particular. Heading over to him, he sat on the nearest bench, making himself comfortable while I simply stood their awkwardly until he spoke up.

“You know what I’ve been wondering since we met earlier?” he asked. I took the bait and asked him what he’d been wondering. “What Rem wears under that maid’s dress.” was his simple answer. I grinned and giggled at this, and without much hesitation I stepped over to stand right in front of him, took the hem of the dress in my hands and lifted it up slowly, teasingly granting him a glimpse of the white silk knickers hidden beneath their folds.

As he quietly whistled his approval, I could already feel my arousal kicking in from this situation – standing outside, hiking up my skirt for a relative stranger to admire my underwear. That arousal only grew as he started critiquing the vision before him like some kind of connoisseur, describing his admiration of my thighs and the gap above my bright white stockings where those pale thighs started.

After a spell of drinking me in with his eyes, he invited me to come and sit on his lap – I wasn’t sure quite how to position myself, and having set my bag on the floor and gone to sit sideways across him in one direction he asked me to turn around and instead sit sideways in the other direction. The reason for this became clear, as his right hand reached up to touch my leg, and what followed was a long session of him teasingly stroking my legs and thighs, loving the experience and, I suspect, my irregular breathing and slightly flushed face. When I turned my head in my direction our lips and then tongue soon met, which led to the teasing escalating into his fingers rubbing my slit through my knickers while I moaned into his mouth from his touch. A period of enjoying stroking me through my underwear was replaced by some awkward attempts to pull them to one side or otherwise out of the way before I broke away to remove the obstruction, standing up and quickly pulling my knickers down my legs and over my shoes before discarding them on top of my bag.

Rather than return to his lap, he invited me to sit on the bench next to him, which allowed me to open my legs for him as he shifted to face me – we kissed again as his right hand traced quickly up my legs this time, soon finding my pussy. Tracing up and down my slit, he broke the kiss to whisper about how wet I was before using that wetness to lubricate my clit and begin to rub it quickly. This wasn’t how I was expecting to finish my night, but by this point I was very much enjoying his ministrations toying with my clit and rubbing it rapidly as my wetness increased. My indulgence in my own pleasure led to me forgetting about him for a while, until I felt his other hand take one of mine and place it on the bulge on his crotch. Rubbing through his trousers, I eventually found the zip and reached inside to awkwardly stroke him as best as I could, but my focus was still on the fingers strumming my clit. “I need to be inside you” he murmured, breaking our kiss again, but with my arousal well on its way towards a climax I urged him to keep fingering me until I came. That only took a few more minutes of him redoubling his efforts on my clit, kissing me harder to stifle my moans with his mouth as my hips jerked and I came, eventually grabbing his hand to pull it away as it became too much for me to bear.

As I recovered from this, I heard him whisper how his cock was throbbing for me, as he reached into his pants and pulled a thin but reasonably sized cock, fully erect even in the cold night air. As I moved towards my bag he was one step ahead, pulling a condom out of his pocket and ripping the packet open to roll it into his erection. It was obvious what came next, and I did move now, shifting and straddling a leg over him before kneeling on the bench over him. He helpfully held my dress up while I reached down to grasp his condom-clad penis, lowering myself to rub it up and down my entrance a little before slowly sinking onto it, bringing forth a sigh from both of us.

Getting comfortable (or as comfortable as you can with your knees on a hard bench), I began to move on him, grinding more than bouncing but varying my movements to find the most pleasurable sensations. I continued to ride him slowly for a while, but leaning down towards him and gripping the back of the bench left him free to whisper into my ear about how long he’s wanted to fuck me and how often he’s imagined my pussy around his cock, stoking my own fires of arousal in the process. “Touch yourself while you ride me… make yourself cum on my cock” he insisted, and I wasn’t about to argue, adjusting my balance a little I reached a hand under my dress to find my clit as I continued to move and ride him.

I lost track of time at this point, but it felt like a long spell of rubbing myself and riding him as he groped at my boobs as best he could through my dress and massaged my ass, until my orgasm built and I picked up the pace until I was bouncing hard on him while furiously rubbing myself, moaning “I’m cumming… I’m cumming” before doing just that for the second time before slumping into his lap breathlessly.

As I recovered, he asked me bend over for him, and so I moved off his lap, feeling him slip out of me as I moved to stand and bend over the bench. After finding this wasn’t a comfortable position I instead went back to kneeling on the bench, bending over as much as I could as he moved up behind me and flipped the back of my dress up high to expose me. He pushed back into me effortlessly and was clearly still close, as the next couple of minutes involved him fucking me hard, his body slapping against mine as he thrust deep into my wetness while I sighed, gasped and moaned louder than I probably should outdoors. Eventually he too moaned as I felt him push hard against me, almost collapsing against my back as he came inside me.

Pulling out of me and ripping off the condom, we both quickly regained our composure (strange how you suddenly feel the cold after all of that!), and spent a minute or two rearranging clothes. I reached to pick up my knickers but he stopped me, daring me to go back to my room without them. Given how quiet it was, I shrugged and said why not, instead stuffing them into my bag and making a note to take them out as soon as I got back to my room.

We walked back into the hotel and said goodnight – I returned to my room, but my quietest entry still disturbed my roommate. “You were up talking super late” she commented sleepily, and I just murmured in vague agreement, glad she couldn’t see my flushed red and sweaty face in the dark room…

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