A last-minute hotel meeting [FM]

A couple of weekends ago was my final cosplay convention of the year, and it also meant a weekend away with a friend of mine who I hadn’t gotten to hang out with for quite some time. In theory, I was planning to put any “other” activities on hold for the weekend so I could dedicate myself to catching up with her after so long, but old habits die hard…

In a moment of weakness, I decided to make a post on Craigslist in the run-up to the event, although of all the responses I got not too many caught my eye. I did however make some plans for the second day of the event, only to be let down by a rare event – a guy not simply not showing up, leaving me with time wasted and an itch unsatisfied. This kind of thing happens to everyone I suppose. Too irritated to even stay put in my hotel room and masturbate away my frustration for a while, I simply stomped back to the convention to find my friend again with something of a cloud hanging over me.

However, all was not lost – I had been talking extensively with one other person who’d responded to my ad, but he was unlikely to be available until the Monday morning when I would be checking out and heading home. As my friend was leaving on Sunday evening and my train home wasn’t until midday however, his willingness to pay me a visit meant things could just work out.

So, on Monday morning I woke up early and took a shower, before eschewing my normal travelling clothes of a jumper and leggings and instead donning the garb of Sayaka from Madoka Magica – an old favourite of mine which I’d worn as a double-act with my friend the previous day, with her cosplaying as Homura for the occasion. Even having worn it so many times, it took a little time to change into the white thigh-high stockings, blue skirt and a blue and white low-cut top, with white cape and gloves for accessories and get it looking just right, but eventually I was satisfied with how I looked and was left waiting impatiently for the message which eventually arrived – he was here.

Replying to his message with my room number, a couple of minutes later I responded to the knock on my door and there he was – in his late 30s, with slightly greying blonde hair, a reasonably muscular physique and a truly charming smile with, as it turned out, a voice to match as he introduced himself. Swapping pleasantries, I invited him in, to see him check out the room with some cursory glances before his eyes turned to looking me up and down.

After a few questions about my cosplay hobby and the like to break the ice, it was time to get started – we’d talked a fair bit about what we were hoping to get out of meeting online over the weekend, so it wasn’t a surprise to me when he asked me to lay back on the bed, and then to spread my legs for him. Parting my legs as requested, I flushed with excitement at his intent gaze aimed towards the blue and white striped knickers I was now giving him a full view of covering my crotch, and having not had any pleasure all weekend I didn’t need to hesitate when he asked me to start touching myself.

After teasingly running my hands over my thighs, I stopped for a moment to remove my gloves and place them beside me, before letting my right hand drift over my underwear to start rubbing myself lightly and tracing my slit through the fabric with an exhalation of breath. I teased and rubbed gently until his next request came, to slip my hand inside my knickers. I did this readily, gasping more intensely as I quickly found my wetness and focused on my massaging my clit. It seemed like no time at all until his resistance broke and he asked me to remove my panties, leaving me with a minute of fumbling to pull my knickers down over my thigh-high socks and – more awkwardly – my boots.

Eventually I was freed from my knickers however, and after discarding them on the floor hurriedly I went back to pleasuring my clit. Hearing rustling and shuffling at this point, I looked up to see him pulling his own hard cock from his pants to masturbate himself while staring intently between my wide-open legs and breathing heavily.

This continued for a while, with my arousal meaning I was trying to hold off cumming too quickly to give him a decent show, while I suspect he was doing the same. Changing things up, he asked if I’d turn over onto all fours, which I duly did, ensuring my skirt was flipped up suitably as I went back to masturbating myself. His next request was for me to put my head down and ass up in the air to get an even better view, before he then asked to watch me sliding my fingers inside myself. I duly obliged, letting my fingers get slick from my pussy’s wetness before sliding two of them inside me easily and fucking myself with them as I moaned, occasionally returning to rub my clit a little in-between time.

“Are you getting close?” I heard him ask, slightly muffled as I had my head almost buried in pillows. “I’ve been close for a while” I replied breathlessly as I lifted my head and turned it slightly towards him, seeing him slowly and deliberately stroking himself out of the corner of my eye. “Can you straddle my face so I can watch you cum?” he asked next. Sitting up and turning towards him I nodded, which was his invitation to come over and lay on the bed as I got up, erection protruding from his jeans. Once he was in place, I first stood on the bed, then carefully knelt with my knees either side of his head. “Rub your clit hard… make yourself cum” was his request, and so I reached under my skirt and did as he asked – picking up some wetness, I found my clit and frigged myself vigorously. While most of my focus was on my own pleasure, I was dimly aware of his own continued slow, deliberate masturbation, and as I sank a little lower to get comfortable I also felt the slightest touch of his breath between my legs. It wasn’t too much longer before I was lost in the orgasm that washed over me, and I gripped the headboard of the bed with one hand while I rubbed myself hard and fast, moaning loudly as I did so until the feelings subsided.

“Your pussy looks beautiful when you’re cumming” said the voice beneath me, causing me to giggle as I slightly wobblily swung my leg to get off the bed and from my position over him. “Would you like to cum again?” was the next question. That was a question that didn’t really require an answer, and so I simply moved to lay back on the single bed in this twin room as he shifted over to give me some space. I felt his hand on my leg, then my legs were gently moved apart to open myself up to him once again, this time for his own hand to reach between my legs. His hands felt a little rough – I never asked what the guy did, but I assume it involved manual labour – but I still enjoyed the feeling of someone else exploring my wetness and moaning under their breath as they felt how wet I was. After a little exploration a finger slipped readily into my pussy, exploring and moving inside me before a second joined it as he felt more confident in his touch.

His fingers were soon slickly moving in and out of me, the sounds of which mingled with my heavy breathing as I shut my eyes and moved my hips to coax him to keep going. My focus on that feeling was interrupted by his voice, and another question: “Do you want to wank me?” Opening my eyes, my hand sought out his erection, found it, and after spreading the precum I found there I began to stroke him. To be honest, handjobs aren’t my strong suit so I was doing little more than just keep him erect I suspect, but he seemed to be enjoying the combination of my hand around his cock and my wet pussy around his fingers nonetheless.

After a spell of this however I felt his body shift away and his penis disappear from my grasp as he shuffled awkwardly down the bed. It was obvious where he was moving to, and with his fingers still inside me his head moved between my legs. This time I felt his breath on my pussy at far closer quarters, and with little to no pause his mouth was soon clamped over my clit as his lips and tongue danced around him, His fingers began to move again while the renewed pressure on my clit made me moan, and for the next five minutes or so he worked hard with both tongue and fingers to my growing moans until a second orgasm washed over me, leaving me bucking my hips towards his face as I enjoyed the pleasure of cumming again.

Taking a while to regain our breath, he asked if I had a condom – nodding, I scrambled over to lean down the side of the bed and rummage through my bag to find one. Watching him quickly undo and push down his tight jeans, tear open the packet and roll on the condom, it was my turn for a request. “Will you do me doggy?” I asked. “Mmm-hmm” was his simple response as I was already moving into position on the edge of the bed. Moving behind me, he slipped into me carefully but easily, taking hold of my hips once he’d guided himself into me and transitioning straight into fucking me hard and fast. This caught me a little unawares, and had me moaning loudly straight away. This was a short, intense fuck as he focused on getting himself off, and it was only 90 second or so before his breathing became heavier and he came into the condom, reaching up to push under the top of my outfit and grope my breasts for his final strokes deep in me.

What’s more, while I was grabbing the condom I also kicked off a recording on my phone before setting it on the bedside table, which came out better than I expected, so this time you can hear me being fucked too here: https://soundgasm.net/u/ellesbells94/Fucked-doggy-in-a-hotel-room-in-cosplay

As I still had to get ready to check out and he had a job to get to, the brief fuck we enjoyed was probably for the best, giving him an opportunity to make his excuses, pull his jeans and briefs back on and say his goodbyes while I peeled off my outfit and changed into normal clothes. Not the best sex ever perhaps, but a satisfying end to what had been a frustrating weekend up to that point.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ixd7b/a_lastminute_hotel_meeting_fm