A quick detour from the convention party [FM]

It’s been a busy start to the year for me, but in all the most boring ways properly, which has meant a major dry spell too, and with no conventions early in the year I’ve been pretty fed up. However, last weekend finally marked the first event of the year, which me and a long-standing friend headed down to – meeting up for lunch, then jumping on a train and making it to the convention a couple of hours later.

The event itself takes place in a hotel, so getting from hotel room to convention was simple, and we took it easy on the Friday – no cosplay, just hanging out, catching up with some people, and having a few drinks. Although, of course, I found myself sat in the hotel bar and sneaking looks at Tinder to pass the time whenever the conversation waned.

Come Saturday, it was our first cosplay day, and for me my outfit of choice was Asuka from Evangelion’s 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. It’s probably my current favourite outfit, so I was pretty thrilled to get to show off in it again, and was in a bright mood as I strode about and posed for photos.

Come lunchtime, my good mood bounced up a little further, as I finally got an interesting Tinder message, from a guy in his mid-30s who was pretty forward in his interest in me. During lunch we messaged back and forth, and a plan began to formulate for that evening. My only issue was slipping away from my friend, who seemed to want to spend all of her time with me and, as we moved through the afternoon, didn’t seem likely to take any hints that I needed to “be somewhere”.

Afternoon rolled into evening, and eventually it was time for the night’s big party. Still sneakily dropping messages to my Tinder match here and there, I continued to humour my friend, but as more people congregated in the room that housed the party and the booze began to flow, so it seemed like I’d get my chance while my friend started to wander off to chat with other people, dance and so on, meaning that I could get “lost in the crowd”. As my match lived close, a message that I could slip away got a quick response – “will be there in 5 minutes”.

He wasn’t kidding either – it must have been five minutes to the second when I got a message saying “Outside hotel. U free?” My friend was in animated conversation and laughter over the other side of the room, so smiling to myself with nervous excitement welling up in my stomach, I headed out of the room to the hotel lobby as I messaged my match back.

It was in the lobby that we met – I recognised him straight away from his neatly trimmed beard, swept back haircut and slightly greying hair, and he recognised me from the selfie of me in cosplay I’d sent earlier in the day. From the thrilled look on his face and his excited greeting, he definitely seemed as keen in person as he had online, and there was barely any small talk before he asked where my hotel room was. Taking the hint with my heart now thumping, I lead the way to the lift, and up a couple of floors, then down the corridor to my room near the end of the corridor. He talked a little more as we walked, seemingly fascinated by the convention ambience and all but pausing at the room doors where people were loudly talking or laughing.

Once we were in the room however, his focus was on me. “You look so amazing… fucking sexy, if you don’t mind me saying”. I told him that I didn’t, of course. “So you’ve snuck away from your mate? I guess we don’t have long then”. That was my cue to move towards the bed, with him following. Just as he was online, he wasn’t shy about stating his desires. “I wanna get my head my head between your legs… make you cum” he told me, almost in a trance as he looked me up and down. “Get yourself on the bed” he requested as I giggled at his frank statements, doing as he asked and getting myself comfortable on the nearest of the two twin beds, which was mine.

He clambered onto the bed after me, his hands on my ankles then running their way up my socks to my bare legs. I shuddered a little at the first touch of a man in what seemed like an age, and realised that my breathing was already ragged from my arousal in anticipation. His hands didn’t stop once he reached my bare skin of course, and they continued to travel smoothly up my legs, stroking my thighs and sweeping over my legs to my hips. “Let’s get these off you” he commented as I felt him grasp the waistband of my red and white striped cotton knickers. Hurriedly he pulled them down, with another comment of “You’re really wet aren’t you?” as he peeled them away and my shaved pussy came into view. Tugging my underwear down, he pulled them off one leg before giving up on the second, leaving them dangling around my ankle as his hands ran back up my legs (to another shudder from me), pushing my legs apart as he did.

After a brief moment of feeling his breath against my lips, I soon felt his mouth pressing against my pussy, and half-stifled a moan out of instinct as I felt his mouth and tongue performing a quick tour of my most intimate area. Finding no shortage of wetness there, I felt him indulging in pushing his tongue inside me as far as he could, pushing it in and out and fucking me with it while he let out a moan, clearly enjoying what he was finding there. With his hands stroking my thighs and pushing my legs a little wider, he eventually moved to seek out my clit, and after another round of exploration found the spot as I tensed up and moaned when his tongue flicked over it. My reaction told him everything he needed to know, and after a little experimentation he centred in on the perfect spot and motions with his tongue that made me moan, twitch and generally react to what he was doing. Having found that sweet spot it was never going to be too long before I came, and he wasn’t too worried about teasing me, and so my orgasm built steadily and speedily. With my moans and gasps urging him on, I found myself holding the back of his head as I felt my release coming close, my hands pushing down a little on his head as an unspoken plea not to stop. He didn’t, needless to say, and eventually I couldn’t hold back any more, crying out as I bucked and shuddered under him, moaning and writhing as I came from his mouth clamped over my pussy. As my orgasm came to its climax it was all too much, and the hands that had been pulling him in now pushed him away as I got too sensitive.

Breathing hard, I watched him wiping his mouth as he stood up, looking down at me, legs spread with my cosplay skirt pushed up and knickers dangling from one ankle. He began to unbuckle his jeans, kicking off his shoes without unlacing them and pulling them off. His boxer briefs soon followed, with his mostly-erect cock springing into view as a result. “Wanna suck my cock for a bit?” he asked, which was my cue to scoot over and sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out and stroking his average-sized erection, feeling the precum leaking from it before slipping it into my mouth. I looked up to see him closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation, and I sucked him slowly, still glancing up at him to see him open his eyes and look down at me, feeling him twitch a little as he took in the view.

I sucked slowly, not wanting to finish things too quickly, and I think he got the hint. After a couple of minutes of this, he asked “Are you gonna bend over for me?”, which was my signal to pull away from him and turn around to get on the bed on all fours. “Can you take your skirt off?” he asked as he fumbled in his crumbled jean pocket to find his condom, and while he was tearing open to packet to roll it on I quickly hopped off the bed, unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor before kicking my knickers off my foot to follow.

By the time I’d finished this he was ready for me, so I returned to my position on all fours on the bed, with him instructing me to shuffle back into a good position for him. I then felt his hands squeeze and explore my ass, a finger run down my pussy lips to test my wetness, and then his erection rub up and down my pussy instead, leaving me breathing heavily again. Satisfied I was ready, I felt him begin to penetrate me, slowly feeding a little of his cock into me, parting my lips and pressing a little way in me. I put my head down, eyes closed, enjoying this sensation for the first time in a while, as he carefully pressed deeper into me with each movement, filling me. Fully inside me, he remarked “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet”, pausing for a moment before he began to move properly against me.

Growing in confidence with each stroke, he was soon fucking me nicely, as I panted and moaned, enjoying the sensation. We both enjoyed this feeling for a while, before he asked “Do you want me to fuck you hard?” “Yeah” was my plain response, and so he picked up the pace almost instantly. Eventually, he was gripping my hips as the bed creaked and knocked against the wall, and his body slapped against mine as he fucked me hard and I moaned equally loudly. The only interruption to this came when I felt him move to pull on my hair, which I warned him away from as he was about to pull off my cosplay wig, at which point he returned to focusing on thrusting rapidly inside me. Eventually he was pistoning against me, and my moans urged him on as I felt an orgasm rising inside me. When he stopped suddenly I assumed he’d maybe cum, before realising he’d stopped before reaching the point of no return.

Out of breath, he asked “Wanna bend over the desk?”, and so I slightly unsteadily got off the bed and moved to lean over the desk, staring into the mirror above it as he moved behind me. He pushed easily into me now, and I could look at him – and him me – in the reflection as he resumed fucking me. We didn’t fuck as hard here, but he was still pushing rapidly in and out of me, while I now reached down with one hand to start strumming my clit, feeling his balls against me and his cock moving inside me as I did so. His hands tightly on my hips, he kept up this pace for a while before I felt him speeding up and fucking me harder again. I redoubled my efforts rubbing my clit as I looked at him in the mirror and realised he was getting close. Lo and behold, after a brief period of his body slapping against mine he uttered a “Fuck…. FUCK”, and I felt him push deep into me, tensing and throbbing.

My own orgasm was well on its way and I simply couldn’t stop myself from seeking it out at this point, and so continued to strum my clit even as he pulled out of me. “Are you close?” he asked after swallowing hard and regaining his breath. I think I just nodded at that point, at which point I saw him drop to his knees and felt his face press against my ass cheeks. “Keep going” he said in a muffled voice (that makes me laugh thinking about it now, but I didn’t pay it any heed in the moment) as he sought out my pussy with his tongue to work alongside my fingers. Attempting to give him a better angle, I saw the desk chair next to me and so propped one leg up on it, opening me up to his mouth as he awkwardly continued to assist my pleasure. Eventually he gave up on using his tongue effectively like this, and I felt two fingers push inside me. He moved them around, finding a good angle of penetration and fingering me quickly as my own fingers danced over my clit. I was already close by this point, and it didn’t take too much of this to push me over the edge into another moaning, bucking orgasm, which ended with me sprawling forward onto the desk for fear of my legs giving away and me toppling backwards instead.

He picked himself up off the floor and disposed of the condom while I pulled myself together, eventually breathlessly sitting on top of the desk while I watched him brush back his hair, looking like the cat that got the cream as he sorted out and pulled on his underwear and jeans. “Do you really have to get back to your party?” he asked, perhaps hoping I’d risk blowing it off for a second round. Looking at the clock, I imagined my friend wondering where I’d vanished to, and apologetically told him I really should once I’ve cleaned up a bit. “Okay then, I should head off so I’ll leave you to it” he told me, giving me an awkward hug before cheekily slipping his hand between my legs for a final feel of my still wet pussy.

“Let me know if you’re free tomorrow, I might be around” he said with another hopeful grin before letting himself out while I dangled my legs off the edge of the desk. Sadly, neither of us were free the next day, but I didn’t worry about that too much as I cleaned up a little, pulled my knickers and skirt back on, and got myself ready to find my friend.

“Where did you go?” she asked, shouting over the music as I returned to the convention party and found my friend looking around for me. I pretended not to hear her question over the music until she gave up asking, then went to the bar for a drink to ease my dry throat and satisfy my other thirst for the evening.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b00tg2/a_quick_detour_from_the_convention_party_fm