Second impact at the Comic Con [FM]

After a fun and successful first day at Comic Con, I was even more excited about my second, as it gave me the chance to win a brand-new cosplay outfit that had barely arrived in time for the show.

For day two, my cosplay was Asuka from Evangelion – more specifically, her school uniform – a red wig with unique hair clips, a white blouse with red bow, short blue skirt with straps over the shoulders, and knee-high white socks topped off with normal school-style shoes (no high heels are a godsend for a long day at a convention sometimes). As cosplay goes it was easy to get into and I was more than happy with the results as I set out for the day.

As it happens, the previous evening I’d had a very surprising match on Tinder – it was someone who recognised me. I was in a bit of a fluster when he knew a couple of things about me that weren’t on my profile and started asking if I recognised him, but my worry turned to fascination when he revealed how he knew me. He’d actually met me not long after I started cosplaying many years ago – him and his group of friends ended up hanging out with my group of friends and myself at a Comic Con at the time, and they’d ended up buying us drinks before we went our separate ways.

If I was intrigued about how he remembered me, he was intrigued by my profile, and I felt a tinge of excitement when he admitted he was thrilled to find me on Tinder as he’d spent a lot of the time we’d met previously checking me out in my cosplay. He was messaging me from the train to attend the convention himself, and as our conversation got more “intense” he was obviously intent on meeting me.

As it was the main day of the convention, I was hanging out with a number of friends, and as it happens both me and the guy in question were with a number of the same friends as when we previously met. By the afternoon, we’d engineered a “chance” meeting where we could recognise one another, and so a couple of hours after that we all “bumped into one another” at a panel, him taking the lead and calling out to me, hamming up his surprise at meeting again after all these years. Both my friends and his were also enjoying this coincidence, and were soon chatting happily – we all spent some time looking around, before deciding to take a break by heading to the hotel bar for a group drink.

Throughout all of this me and the guy were swapping occasional messages, and by this point we were both obviously horny having worked one another up with our online chat even though we were just feet away from one another. I was practically fidgeting in my seat as we sat at the hotel bar, and that was only made worse when I received a message asking “How can we get away?” From there, a plan was formed…

He was first to go. “My phone needs charging, I’ll be back in a bit” he said, making excuses and hurriedly heading for the lift (luckily he was staying in the same hotel). Giving it a few minutes, I pretended to rifle through my bag searching for something, then apologised and gave a brief “be right back, need to head to my room” before similarly making tracks for the lift.

I felt a swell of nerves as I pushed the button for my floor, and the short lift journey seemed to take forever. When the door opened he was there waiting as planned – In his early 30s (he was mid-20s when we first met), only a few inches taller than me but built like a rugby player, with something of a beard and wearing a suitably nerdy t-shirt along with jeans.

We said nothing as we met – we simply smiled at one another, and I moved past him to my room before he followed. Opening the door, I stepped inside and again he followed, and as soon as the door was closed he was upon me by the time I’d turned to face him. His big, strong hands were all over my body… pawing at my breasts, running over my hips, squeezing my ass and exploring me greedily.

He wasted no time in letting a hand slip under my skirt and up my leg, and he was soon rubbing me through my red and white striped cotton knickers as I began to gasp and pant with my increasing arousal. With me still stood practically in the doorway, his hand then roughly pushed into the top of my knickers, explore down inside them to find my pussy. “Oh fuck you’re so wet” he told me as his fingers reached their target, “I need to taste you so bad”.

That was my cue to step away, moving to the bed and sitting down on its edge. He followed, quickly dropping to his knees, his hands running up my legs and prompting me to lift my hips so that he could take hold off and pull my knickers down my legs and off over my shoes. My pussy now exposed to him, he quickly pushed his hands under my legs and manoeuvred them over his shoulders as he leaned forward and wasted no time in pressing his tongue hard against my pussy, causing me to moan. He ate me hungrily ad noisily, enjoying tasting me before focusing on my clit as my breathing quickened. He soon added a thick finger to the stimulation I was enjoying, working his finger in and out as he licked me. His brisk efforts meant that I came quickly, and it must have been only a few minutes before I was gripping the duvet and clamping my thighs around his head as my orgasm reached the point of no return.

As I recovered, he was practically tearing off his jeans and boxers, although not before producing a condom from his wallet. I shuffled back and moved to the middle of the bed in preparation for him to join me on the bed, which he duly did, rolling the condom onto his average-sized erection as I laid back, legs open. It was an invitation he wasn’t going to turn down, and his well-built body was soon pressing down on top of me as I opened my legs wider. His cock pressed against my lips for a moment, before sliding slowly but easily into me as I moaned quietly. With a few movements he was fully inside me and could start fucking me properly.

He was quite vocal as he began fucking me properly, moaning and groaning, telling me how good it felt and how many times he’d imagined fucking me. I couldn’t resist playing into this, telling him I wished he’d fucked me like this the first time we met. All of this led to him fucking me harder and faster, and I lay back enjoying the fact I was being fucked in my new cosplay, my knickers on the floor, legs open and a cock pumping inside me while my friends were just a couple of floors below, unaware of any of this.

With his cock wetly, easily pushing in and out of me while he fucked me hard and fast, this was never going to last long, and he was soon groaning even louder as his arousal spilled over into orgasm. He continued to fuck me as he came into the condom, before finally almost reluctantly slowing down and pulling out.

Regaining his breath, it was time for him to head back down to his friends, which he duly did after disposing of the condom and pulling up his boxers and jeans. This left me alone to compose myself, cooling my flushed face and freshening up a little before following suit a few minutes later.

“Did you find what you’d lost? Are you okay, you look flushed?” my friend asked with a look of concern as I returned to my seat in the bar next to her. “Yeah, I just ran back down here… I’m so unfit!” I joked and lied, probably turning a little redder again, daring not make eye contact with the guy I’d just fucked who was chatting with his friends as though nothing had happened. Eventually, the drinking was over and we went our separate ways as if nothing had happened – that discussion remained textual between our phones.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9t2tuv/second_impact_at_the_comic_con_fm