A quick pre-convention drop-in for pleasure [FM]

Now that it’s summer I’ve got a fair few events that I’ll be heading to in cosplay, and this weekend was one them. I’m currently back at home now uni was finished, so what would previously have been a reasonably local event saw me jamming some cosplay into a case, jumping on a train and heading to a cheap hotel near the event for a few days.

Although I knew a fair number of people there to hang out with, none of my direct friends came along to share hotel costs so I was left to my own devices for the duration – of course, this in turn gave me plenty of time to seek out new adventures. The first day of the event was pretty dead however – as it was located somewhat out of the way most people were at work and there didn’t seem to be anyone from the event on Tinder, so it was a fruitless evening’s swiping. The second day brought a fair few matches, but nothing interesting – a lot of outright idiots, or conversations that just drifted away into nothingness.

Waking up on Sunday morning, I found some fresh matches from overnight, and finally some more fruitful conversations were born. Of particular interest was a man in his late 40s, who lived literally across the road from the event – he was polite and interested in my love of cosplay and what I was doing in town, but was also very clear that he was interested in more than just a friendly chat. Our original plan was to meet me later in the day when I was done with my day at the event, but as I’d awoken quite early and would easily be ready before the day’s event started, I felt a rush of blood when he suddenly sent the following message: “Why not come over here before you start the day? I bet I can make you cum with my tongue in five minutes”.

We talked through the idea a little more, and to be honest it was irresistible – I’d been feeling the itch of horniness ever since arriving on Friday, so a chance to relive at least some of that would go a long way. So, I agreed that I’d head over before the start of the day’s event as soon as I’d finished getting ready.

My outfit for the day was that of 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 (http://i.imgur.com/cmaSM71.jpg). As I carefully changed into the outfit, I received a few impatient messages asking if I was ready yet, to which I gave him a status update. Eventually, satisfied that my outfit looked good and having checked myself in the mirror, I let him know I was ready, and he quickly replied telling me to come over, before following up with directions and a house number.

Heading out of the hotel in excited anticipation, I followed other attendees and cosplayers towards the arena, before veering away over the road and down a side street to eventually find the house in question. A rush of adrenaline accompanied me knocking on the door, although there wasn’t much time to think about that as – ready and waiting for me – the door opened almost instantly. Just like his Tinder pics the man looked younger than his late 40s age – he was tall, quite muscular, with well-groomed hair and a face that was ruggedly attractive.

Looking me up and down, he commented “that’s quite the costume… I love it!” before inviting me in. Leading the way, he asked how long until the event started – I told him the doors were just opening, to which his response was “we’d best be quick then”, looking over his shoulder with a smile and a glint in his eye.

We moved into a sparsely furnished lounge, at which point he invited me to take a seat on the two-seater sofa at the far end of the room. I smoothed out my skirt and sat down demurely, thinking as I did it how stupid doing so was all things considered. Standing in the centre of the room, he asked if I still wanted to cum before the convention – I nodded with a smile, which was his signal to walk over to me and drop to his knees. Placing his hands on my own knees, my legs were soon gently pushed apart, spreading my legs for him. Lifting my skirt, he spent a few moments looking at my knicker-clad crotch beneath it, before asking if he could get my panties out of the way. Nodding again, I instinctively lifted my hips as his hands slip up the inside of my thighs teasingly, before moving to grab the waistband of my knickers and pull them down. They pulled down over my thigh-high socks easily enough, but caught up on my boots which I was still wearing – after some fumbling he managed to get them off one of my legs and that was enough for him, leaving them dangling around my other ankle as his attentions returned between my legs.

His hands slid back to my thighs to push my legs apart again, before he took hold of my hips to pull me forward on the sofa into a more accessible position. I relented and let him move me as he needed, before his hands shifted under my legs to hook them up onto his shoulders. At this point I realised he wasn’t kidding about making this a quick, convenient orgasm – there were no teasing kisses to my thighs or careful exploration, instead his tongue pushed straight onto, and then inbetween, my pussy lips and into my growing wetness. He thrust his tongue in and out of me a few times, causing me to moan and involuntarily move my hips towards his face, in turn pushing his tongue in deeper. He then quickly switched to seeking out and finding my clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it between his lips intensely as it grew.

I don’t think he quite succeeded in making me cum in five minutes, but he wasn’t too far off – his relentless toying with my clit was more akin to a furious and urgent masturbation session as he worked his tongue fast and firmly. I was soon half laid-back on the sofa, a sheen of sweat on my brow and my breathing ragged and interrupted with moans and sighs as he worked at me. As the moans became more frequent, I ended up moving my hips subtlety against his mouth, tensing up as I felt my orgasm approaching.

“Keep going… I’m going to cum..” I urged him on – not that he had any plans of stopping. Just as I’d suggested, nothing was going to stop my orgasm as long as he kept it up – “That’s it… I’m cumming” I cried out prematurely before doing just that, my hips and legs jerking as my orgasm came as intensely as his tongue and lips felt against me. He didn’t stop until I half-pushed, half-kicked him away as the sensitivity overtook me, leaving him kneeling in front of me with a glistening mouth and a big grin.

“I love your pussy… I can’t wait to fuck you later” were the first words out of his mouth. With a desire to be filled as my orgasm subsided, I breathlessly asked if he wanted to do it right now, but with a confident smile he told me we could do it later after the show. Part of me wanted to protest, but ultimately I decided to play along – after he got to his feet, I shakily got to mine, retrieving my knickers from around my ankle and carefully putting them on and pulling them back up over my somewhat satisfied pussy.

Leaving the living room, he asked when I thought I’d be done at the event and told me to drop him a message when I was about to finish. Needless to say, I did just that later in the day…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6noq1s/a_quick_preconvention_dropin_for_pleasure_fm

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