Kindred Spirit at the Convention [FF]

Last weekend was another big convention weekend, and after something of a dry spell of late I was very much in the mood for mischief as the weekend drew close. Unfortunately, for whatever reason the weekend as a whole was decidedly unsuccessful – the first day of the event was almost completely dead, and subsequent days didn’t really see me finding anyone of interest. However, maybe this was a weekend of quality rather than quantity, allowing me to fulfil a desire I’ve had for some time.

In spite of all the weekend’s frustrations, Friday did give me one lucky break – a Tinder match with a beautiful, 18 year-old girl who was also at the same event, and also very clear in their profile that they were using their profile to find some fun this week specifically. Not too long after swiping in her favour she matched with me, so I said hi and by the evening we quickly got chatting. She was as forward about what she was looking for as me, and as we talked it became clear that she was basically my kindred spirit – a girl who loved going to events like these and seeking out pleasure.

Our original plan was to meet up on Saturday, but that never came to pass – signal in the halls was terrible, and when we could get in contact one or the other was busy elsewhere with our respective group of friends. It was starting to feel like the stars would never align, but on Saturday evening we swapped more messages and it was clear that we were desperate to meet, and towards the end of the night I managed to persuade my friends to meander past where she was hanging out with a friend of hers so we could at least greet one another in person. On a mild, gorgeous evening she’d already changed out of her cosplay for the day was hanging around outside in a black t-shirt, short cut-off jean shorts and fishnets… add in shoulder length, dyed blonde hair, glasses which suited her perfectly and intense but beautiful eyes and she was just as gorgeous as the evening.

As I was still in cosplay she recognised me first, and we spent some time chatting while my friends awkwardly tried to strike up conversation with her companion – it didn’t give us much time to get to know one another, but I immediately felt comfortable around her and she seemed to be very much confident talking to me, quietly but insistently talking about how we had to meet the following day. We eventually agreed on a good time and where to meet in case phone signal was bad again before going our separate ways, and spent the rest of the night working one another up into a frenzy with more and more sexually charged messages. Such was my anticipation that it took me hours to get to sleep that night.

So, the final day of the event came, and for the day’s convention-going I’d chosen to go for the old classic of Sayaka from Madoka Magica, comprising white thigh-high stockings, blue skirt and a blue and white low-cut top, with white cape and gloves for accessories. It turns out this was a perfect choice – the girl I was meeting was a big fan of the show and found the character hot, so she was dying to see me in it. I was similarly quite keen to see her outfit for the day – Izetta from Izetta the Last Witch, a fetching relatively short red and blue dress with red sleeves. That excitement was only accentuated when she took to Snapchat to send me a picture of her in her underwear while she was getting ready, and my attempts to get ready myself were delayed as I took in her slim body and large breasts (34E, she told me) and stared intently at the picture for some time before resisting the urge to dip my hand into my underwear, telling myself to save myself for later.

The morning from that point seemed to drag on somewhat – I didn’t have too much to do and tried to make the most of waking around the show with my friends and posing for pictures, but my nervous excitement and thoughts of what were to come distracted me constantly. After lunch and more walking around, I all but shouted my excuses to my friends as I headed off back to my hotel to meet her at the bar, and checking my phone to see that she’d already arrived early almost made my heart burst out of my chest.

As promised, I spotted her straight away in the relatively quiet bar – not so much from her appearance but her cosplay. She looked far more demure as Izetta compared to the hot girl showing off her legs in fishnets I’d met the previous night, but her loud, confident voice as she welcomed me, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek as I returned the greeting, was very much the same. Not giving me chance to complain or pay my own way she asked me what I was drinking and then bounded off to the bar, quickly returning with our drinks in no time at all.

I ended up drowning my drink way too fast as my nerves had made me thirsty – a point that she laughed long and hard at. That aside, we chatted easily about anything and everything, from the mundane stuff about our lives through to our Comic Con experiences, both wholesome and less so. Swapping tales of convention hook-ups, we were clearly cut from the same cloth, and it turned out her friends were all the same and looking for fun at the event. When we later showed one another our event photos so far, I actually had a bit of a shock at this point – I’d matched on Tinder with two other girls who were both her friends and in all her pics! I decided to keep my counsel on that, but couldn’t help but smile at the whole thing.

Eventually she caught up with my fast drinking and her glass was also empty, and upon putting the glass down she set things in motion. “This is your hotel, right? Your room’s still free?” Once I told her it was she was soon on her feet, with a “Let’s go up then… if you want to?” My excited grin clearly gave away my enthusiasm, and she laughed again as she invited me to lead the way, into the lift and up a couple of floors to my room.

Inside the room we both deposited our bags in the corner, and as I stood up from putting my bag down there she was right in front of me… an inch or so taller (probably more as my boots gained me an inch in themselves), and leaning in close. “I’ve been wanting to kiss these lips for like 20 minutes” she told me, and without waiting for a response her soft lips were pressed against mine. If that initial kiss was just testing the water, then any uncertainty was soon replaced by sheer passion once I responded.. her tongue slipped into my mouth, and we were soon kissing heavily and hungrily, moving our bodies closer as our tongues and lips mashed together urgently.

Her hands were soon taking the lead too, wandering over my back and eventually down to squeeze my buttocks, and had to supress a giggle as I heard her sigh contentedly into my mouth as she got a handful of my backside through my skirt. Her hands were soon under my skirt to massage them through my knickers. As I realised that, kissing aside, I was stood here doing nothing back, it was too late – she broke our kiss, looking at me with those piercing eyes and telling me “Fuck, I could do that all day, but I really need to taste you”. I was lost for words, but she continued to take the lead… “Can I get these panties off you?”

As I nodded, she directed me over to the bed, her hands sliding up the outside of my legs and sending a shiver through me as I felt her grasp my underwear and slowly work them down over my thighs. “Lay back” she said quietly, prompting me to sit back onto the bed, shuffling backwards and laying down while before lifting my legs so that she could continue to pull down my knickers as she leaned over me. After a spell of fiddling around getting them over Sayaka’s stockings and off, I was now exposed to her, and she wasted no time crawling onto the bed, causing me to instinctively open my legs, up and apart to invite her to move up between them.

“Oh God, you’re so wet already… did I do that?” she asked, peering up over my skirt with her eyes gleaming with happiness. We both laughed at her innocent sounding question, and as her hands idly stroked my thighs she told me that she was just as wet and had been most of the day. “I’ve been dying to do this…” she said, almost to herself as her head dipped between my legs… “It’s so beautiful” I heard her murmur, as I breathed in at the feeling of her fingers carefully spreading my lips. Then there it was… her tongue pressed against my clit, causing me to half-gasp, half-moan before that same tongue began to move in practiced, precise licks and flicks. A girl was licking my pussy for the first time, and I gripped the sheets as I focused on the feeling. After those initial forays with her tongue, I soon felt her mouth and lips closing around my clit. Sucking, licking and flicking, I was in heaven – it had been too long since someone else had pleasured me with their mouth, and the fact that it was a stunning girl in cosplay was sending me into raptures. It’s probably the fastest I’ve ever cum, mere minutes before I was moaning loud, bucking my hips against her mouth as I yelped in pleasure.

Sensing when I was too sensitive to continue, she pulled away. “Did you cum already? Holy shit, am I that good?” she asked before cracking up with laughter. I assured her that she was, to which she responded “Good, because I’m not done yet. Checking that her cosplay wig was still in place, her head soon dipped between my legs again, and I started to wish I’d removed my skirt so I could watch her go to work on me properly. I didn’t want to disturb her now though, as she was licking and sucking at me again while squeezing and stroking the bare section of my thighs as she did so. Having gotten my initial arousal out of the way with my first orgasm, her efforts took longer this time but her technique remained as precise as before. Eventually I felt and heard her moving, and realised this was to free her hand so that she could slip a single finger inside me. The finger probed and explored as she licked, my arousal building once more. I wasn’t paying attention to how long it took, but I remember moving my stockinged feet onto her back to urge her onwards.. not that she needed urging as she worked until I was crying out again, shuddering in my second orgasm.

Kissing at my thighs as I came down from that orgasm, she moved away from my pussy. “Did you enjoy that?” I told her how good it was, wishing I could be more descriptive than just telling her it was good, but her mind was already elsewhere. “My turn now”, she said as she quickly moved up the better and leaned in to kiss me deeply. I felt a little self-conscious as I tasted myself on her lips and tongue, but soon though nothing more of it as our tongue danced again.

Shifting her position, she straddled one of my legs, pressing her crotch down against it and starting to grind against me. Breathing heavily she broke her kiss, and I looked into those intense eyes again, made all the more striking by her coloured contact lenses which I’d barely noticed before this moment. “Make me cum… I need it so bad”. Kissing again, we rolled over so I was on top of her now – she’d previously told me that she didn’t like receiving oral and much preferred being fingered, so I knew what I needed to do. As we kissed, my hand moved down to her bare legs, and I spent some time just stroking her smooth and soft skin. I was so enamoured of her legs that I’d almost forgotten my original purpose, and was only reminded as I felt her shift to open her legs wider, moaning with a touch of frustration into my mouth at being teased.

Taking the hint, my hand moved upwards, pushing up her skirt, feeling the material of the red French knickers she’d shown me in her picture earlier that day and carefully slipping my hand inside the front of them. Touching her pussy for the first time, she was as soaked as she’d told me she was – I marvelled at the feeling of wetness of something that felt so familiar, yet so different to touching myself. I suspect she thought I was teasing her further as I traced her lips and imprinted the feel of her pussy into my memory, before refocusing to seek out her clit, scooping up her wetness before rubbing it as I might my own. I loved the feeling of her moaning and sighing into my mouth beneath me as I rubbed and played with her, until she broke the kiss and stopped me to remove her knickers. She quickly hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the down, off and over her sandals as fast as she could, before beckoning me back down to resume, her legs splayed wide for me.

This time I wanted to hear her moans properly, so I avoid her lips and instead chose to explore her earlobe and neck alternately as I resumed rubbing her pussy, faster and more easily without anything in the way. Those moans were delightful, and after building a certain amount she moaned somewhat loudly into my ear “put your fingers in me”. I duly obliged, running a finger up and down her wet slit before sliding it inside, moving it in and out for a while before feeling confident enough to add another. Again, I took this opportunity to explore inside her, feeling the difference in tightness, the different ridges and bumps compared to my own vagina. I found fingering another girl oddly more awkward than fingering myself and was a little cautious as a result, until she asked me to throw that caution to the wind. “I want it hard… fuck me with your fingers” she sighed.

Trying to find a rhythm and position that worked, I eventually found myself sat on my haunches, thrusting my two fingers furiously in and out of her – this also gave me a chance to take in the view of her dressed as Izetta, but knickers abandoned on the bed and legs wide open as my fingers moved noisily in and out of her. Her moans were louder than I imagined my own, but to finish herself off she reached down to rub her clit while I frigged her. This teamwork soon worked her up into a frenzy, shouting “FUCK… FUCK… YES…” until her hips were lifting off the bed and she all but screamed out her orgasm. I continued to stimulate her insides until she couldn’t take any more, loving how hard her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she came.

She sprawled out even further on the bed after this, breathing hard and glistening with sweat (as, I realised, was I), as she thanked me and told me how amazing that felt. We sat in silence but for heavy breathing for a while, until she piped up: “You look like you still want more?” I looked at her, then flushed a little deeper than I already was as I realised I’d probably been subconsciously rubbing my thighs together, turned on by seeing and making her cum. “You know what? I’d love to have Sayaka sit on my face before I leave” she told me with a wicked grin. “Come over here” she commanded, and I wasn’t going to argue.

Shuffling up the bed, I straddled her head with my legs, lowering myself down until I felt her hands on me, half-guiding and half-pulling me lower. Soon, her tongue was working at me again, as I enjoyed the sensation of this girl licking, sucking and probing me with her lips and tongue from a different angle. I held the headboard of the bed, moving and shifting a little to guide her to where I wanted to feel that tongue, the sensations of pleasure building in me again.

Then, they stopped. “Turn around for me” she asked, and so I awkwardly half stood and turned 180 degrees before lowering myself down into place again with my legs kneeling either side of her. As she pulled me down towards her again she paused. “Are you able to pull your top down, let me play with your boobs?” I told her I could, and did just that, pulling down Sayaka’s top so that my boobs spilled into view. “They look so good” she mumbled almost into my pussy, as her tongue went back to work and her hands reached out to grope and fondle my tits as I leaned forward for her, toying with my nipples and squeezing them as they hung free to add to the sensations of her mouth on my pussy. With her bare pussy in front of me, I lifted her skirt to admire it again, before reaching out to start strumming her clit with a couple of fingers, her soft moans into my crotch in turn increasing my own pleasure.

We stayed like this for a while – me rubbing her clit, her licking me and occasionally pawing at her boobs, until I asked whether I could taste her too. “Yeah, go for it” she said breathily from under my skirt, and so I leaned forward further, until I was within reach of her pussy tentatively flicking my tongue out and tasting her for the first time. It didn’t taste much unlike myself, only subtly different, but my first taste of another girl was still a big turn-on, and I couldn’t resist pushing my head between her open legs to push my tongue between her lips and inside her. I wanted to enjoy her wetness as much as I could, and for a while the only sounds in the room were the lapping of tongues on wet pussies coupled with soft sighs and small moans as we 69’ed.

If she’d been teasing me for a while she decided the time for teasing was up – I felt her pull me down firmly right onto her face, and she started to work my clit more rapidly with her lips and tongue. Her experience was telling, and I was soon building towards, and then accepting, my third orgasm, losing focus of what I was doing with my own tongue and instead pressing myself onto her face and moaning in pleasure until I again shuddered in orgasm.

Kissing my thighs, she playfully slapped my bum cheek to tell me to get up. As I moved away, I turned around to see her fiddling with her own top, pulling it down and then quickly unhooking the bra underneath to reveal her wonderful breasts and pierced nipples. “Your turn to enjoy my boobs” she said with a smile, before beckoning me over and leaning into another kiss, both of our juices intermingling from our mouths. I quickly moved away to kiss down her neck and to her chest. I spent most of my focus on sucking and teasing those erect nipples and their piercings with my tongue, which she seemed to enjoy a lot, her moans growing louder as my hand again returned to her wet pussy and easily slipping two fingers inside her. I knew what she liked now and did everything I could according to what had the right reactions previously, and this time around her orgasm came more easily. Her hands were gripping my hair (well, my wig) as I suckled on her breasts while my fingers worked noisily in and out of her, and I eventually felt her pussy contract around those fingers again to accompany her loud moans until she had to grab my hand and move it away from her.

Sweating profusely, we both collapsed onto the bed, a giggling mass of satisfaction as she excitedly kicked her legs and told me how horny she’d been and how much she enjoyed that, and I told her likewise. Turning to face one another, we spent some time chatting – even though she was due to go back to meet her friends “another 10 minutes won’t matter” she assured me, and besides which we both needed to cool down in the air conditioned room as it blew over our bodies. Sexual tension relieved, we talked more frankly about other convention experiences, and about possibly meeting again at another event. We swapped some interesting stories (one or two of which I might try to recount here if she lets me), and even admitted that she had another possible meet lined up for later that day (which left me a little jealous, I still wanted to feel a man inside me if I’m honest). She truly was my kindred convention spirit, and as we both dressed and shared a goodbye kiss, my over-riding happiness was perhaps knowing that I’m not the only horny girl who prowls conventions on a regular basis!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6f3f2j/kindred_spirit_at_the_convention_ff