A cosplay session maid my morning [FM]

After the adventures of the night and a couple of orgasms before bed (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5tortq/first_visit_to_a_swingers_club_fm/), it wasn’t too surprising that I slept soundly that night even if it was in a strange bed. I still needed to catch a train home and wanted plenty of time to spare though, so I was awoken by the alarm on my phone sounding.

Switching it off and seeing that my host for the night didn’t seem to be stirring, I decided to put the kettle on to make coffee and jump in the shower. By the time I’d showered, dried off and pulled on a t-shirt to leave the bathroom, I found the coffee made and the guy awake, albeit looking sleepy and with tousled hair in a way that was rather appealing.

Sitting at the kitchen table, we both sipped quietly at our coffee for a while, until he finally piped up to ask what I wanted for breakfast. Telling him I wasn’t really fussed (I’m not a breakfast person), I asked him what he was having. I should have seen the response coming from miles away… “Hopefully you in this outfit of yours”. Cheesy though it was it made me giggle, so getting up from my seat I told him to give me a while and headed back to the bedroom to find my bag.

Closing the door, I opened my bag and pulled out the outfit, relieved I’d folded it as neatly as I could to stop it getting too crumpled, and spent a good 15-20 minutes dressing up in my full Rem from Re:Zero maid outfit, shoes, wig and all (http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf). Stopping off in the bathroom to check myself in the mirror and make some final adjustments, I returned to the kitchen – an entrance which made him stand up, all but applauding as he said simply “holy shit”. I got a tingling feeling from the way he looked me up and down, as he talked about how the club we’d been at the night before did have various themed dress-up nights and that I’d be popular there.

Eventually the chatter, questions and compliments dried up, and he suggested we head back to the bedroom so he could enjoy the outfit a little more closely. After a spell of standing and posing in front of him in my outfit I wasn’t going to say no, and so I headed off to the bedroom with him following close behind, his eyes on me the entire time.

Standing before him in front of the bed, he wasted no time, wordlessly moving over to me and guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed while he lifted my skirt. Kneeling before me, his lips were soon slathering my inner thighs with kisses as his hands ran up and down my stockings, pushing my legs apart as he did so. After teasingly nibbling and nuzzling at me through my blue and white striped knickers, he pulled away to pull my legs together and lift them above his head with one hand, while the other awkwardly worked my knickers off my butt and down my legs to just above my knees.

That barrier out of the way, he gently let my legs down to drape over his back. After another brief period of teasing my thighs, his mouth moved to my pussy, running his tongue all around it before using his thumbs to gently part my lips so that he could press his tongue firmly against my clit and start massaging and licking it. As he worked on my pussy, I squirmed and sighed happily – even after all of the fun of the previous night I was very ready and wanting this, and my wetness and growing moans as he continued to lick and suck on me all spoke to this. Just like the previous night there was no let-up in his technique, the room filled with nothing but soft lapping and sucking sounds increasingly drowned out by my moans until I was gripping the sheets and gasping “I’m gonna cum” before jerking my hips and moaning as my orgasm crashed over me.

Manoeuvring out from beneath my legs, he quickly pulled off his t-shirt and stripped out of his briefs to reveal himself to be hard and ready beneath them. After a brief detour to grab and roll on a condom, he was soon before me again, taking a hold of my legs and moving them upwards and to one side, my knickers still around my knees. Putting my legs on one shoulder, he moved forward and very slowly pressed his cock between my legs and inside me. He teasingly penetrated me slowly into he was fully inside me, enjoying the sensation of every bit of my pussy and allowing me to do likewise with his cock. With my legs still more or less pushed together, the sensation was very different to when he’d fucked me at the club the previous night – not as deep, but leaving me feeling tighter and fuller around him as he began to move slowly in and out.

He soon worked himself into a constant rhythm – not as hard or as fast as the night before, but a very enjoyable sensation that had me moaning with each thrust… “Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm” – I could hear my own rhythmic sounds of pleasure matching his movements. The moans turned to gasps and sighs as he picked up the pace, his hands pushing my thighs apart a little to allow him to fuck me a bit harder and faster before, my pussy wetly accepting his cock with every thrust. Soon the bed was rocking somewhat as he worked himself in and out of me at this higher pace, as our slow sex turned sweatier and more insistent from his efforts.

After a spell of this he slowed and then stopped, perhaps close to cumming, lifting my legs away from his shoulder and telling me to turn around as he did so. This done, he shuffled me up the bed, my legs still constrained by my knickers, before he straddled my legs and moved up behind me in my laying position. I then felt him massaging and parting my ass cheeks, before I again felt him pressing against the entrance to my pussy and slipping very slowly into me. He continued to fuck me slowly, seemingly enjoying the intensity of how tight this position was, talking to me about how much he loved fucking my tight pussy, how much he loved fucking me in this maid outfit, how he wanted to watch me fucking other guys before he fucked and came inside me. The talk – and the memories of the night before – were turning me on as much of the sex, and when he asked how I wanted to be fucked I asked him to fuck me missionary like he did at the club.

Pulling out of me, he hurriedly pulled my knickers down from my knees and over my shoes as quickly as he could, before tossing me over onto my back and quickly climbing between my legs as I spread them for him. There was no slow penetration this time – he pushed easily into me, starting to thrust quickly inside me as I wrapped my white stocking-clad legs around him and dug my shoes into him, urging him on. The bed was soon rocking and shaking again as he plunged in and out of me, leaving me moaning loud and chanting for him to “fuck me… fuck me”. My orgasm was building, but not quite fast enough, as he reached his peak before me – groaning and gasping into my ear after a period of hard, fast fucking until I felt him throb and cum into the condom within me. He stayed there for a while, both of us panting, before finally pulling out and sitting up on the bed.

We didn’t say much after this, until he apologised for making me sweaty and needing another shower. Looking at the clock, I grabbed my phone to check train times, before undressing in front of him as he watched me still somewhat lustfully and having a quick shower to rinse off. Shoving my outfit into my bag in a rather less orderly fashion while he dressed, we headed out to his car and back to the train station. As he saw me off he told me to stay in touch and that I was welcome to come down and pay another visit to him or the club any time – a prospect I might have to take him up on.

After such a slow start to the year sexually I felt like I made up for lost time. The trouble is that it’s just left me wanting more again…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5tvrdg/a_cosplay_session_maid_my_morning_fm