A satisfying detour from a quiet convention [FM]

After a big convention weekend a couple of weeks ago, I had no plans on attending any other events for a while to allow myself and my wallet to recuperate. However, a friend of mine had other ideas, and had already arranged to hear to another, small cosplay convention the very next weekend. In spite of her invitation, I politely declined, but she was increasingly insistent and had an answer to most of my objections to going – she had a place for me to sleep in a twin bed hotel room, she already had a spare ticket to the event itself, and when she pointed out some surprisingly cheap last-minute train tickets I’d run out of arguments.

So, on the Friday afternoon I found myself on a train with a bag containing a couple of cosplay outfits, arriving in the evening and finding the hotel and my friend without too much difficulty. After going out for food – her treat – we spent the evening chatting in the hotel, and of course with old habits dying hard I also found myself swiping away on Tinder at the same time.

Waking up the next morning, I started to find matches rolling in – mostly nothing too interesting, or conversations that trailed off when they realised I was only in town for the weekend while they were working or otherwise engaged. However, I did end up having a prolonged chat with an older man – on the cusp of 40 – who had been to the convention I was attending the previous year and admitted to being a big fan of cosplay. What’s more, he only lived a few minutes from the event arena…

With the event starting quite late in the morning, I had plenty of time to lounge around and talk with the man online, feeling one another out and eventually formulating a possible plan before it was time to get out of bed properly, shower, and change into one of the two outfits I’d all but randomly thrown in my bag, such was the last-minute nature of my attendance. The day’s outfit was Mami Tomoe from Madoka Magica, featuring a white blouse and brown corset/dress with black hold-up stockings and a black lace thong underneath.

Eventually the show opened and me and my friend made it inside – truth be told it was a small and not particularly exciting convention, and without much to do beyond posing for photos and idly chatting I was growing bored and a little irritable. When my friend mentioned she was planning to meet up with some old friends of hers who lived in the area for lunch and invited me along, I spied my chance, and reeled off a slightly rambled excuse about how I’d leave her to it. That agreed, a quick message confirmed that the man I’d been talking to online would still be free around that time, so he agreed to meet me outside the event arena.

The hour or so until that time came around dragged terribly – despite my enjoyable convention experience the previous weekend I was still very much a girl in need, and the familiar tingles of nervous anticipation and excitement during that time only increased my impatience. Once my friend headed off I sent another message, and ten minutes or so later I got my response from the guy: “Outside now”.

Heading out as I asked what he was wearing to help recognise him, I soon spotted him watching cosplayers passing by, posing and hanging around by the entrance. Dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, his clothes were as unremarkable as his looks beyond his height – tall and slim, he was easily 6 foot 2 or taller still. Shyly waving, he raised his hand in return, and so I went up to say hello and we introduced ourselves. It wasn’t long at all before he asked whether we should start walking back to his place – he was clearly as eager as I was, and I quickly agreed. It only took around five minutes to walk the streets to his house, during which time he mostly quizzed me about the convention and my love of cosplay, which I answered while trying to suppress the building excitement in me.

Arriving at his home, he let me in and asked if I wanted a drink as we entered the living room and I set my bag down on the sofa. Declining the offer, he showed me around some of the geekier posters and the like in his apartment, standing close behind me as he talked about some of the items he’d shelled out for. As the conversation lulled he went for the jugular, telling me about how having a girl in cosplay coming over to his house was a fantasy of his. Giggling and mumbling something half-hearted about fantasies becoming reality as I couldn’t think of anything better to say he took his cue, and I could feel his body press up against my back. I felt a hand move the curly locks of my wig aside, causing me to jump slightly and shiver before he leaned forward to kiss my neck. More kisses on my neck were followed by him blowing teasingly on it, again causing a shiver, before nibbling my ear before telling me softly “I’m so glad you’re wearing an outfit with a skirt”.

He continued to softly talk about how I looked in the outfit as he wrapped a hand around my waist, before his free hand came to rest on my leg over my tights. Stroking the fabric teasingly for a while, his hand then started to trace up my leg, under my skirt, then brushing over the front of my thong. Wasting no time, I felt his fingers pushing against the fabric and working their way inside the waistband of my underwear. I exhaled sharply as I felt a finger trace my slit, spending a moment seeking out and finding my clit – finding me wet (which he commented on breathily into my ear) he was soon rubbing and stimulating it as my ragged, excited heavy breathing became more pronounced. His single finger moved occasionally from strumming my clit to finding my entrance and pushing carefully inside me, and feeling my wetness increasing he soon moved to use a second finger. Again, he stimulated my clit a while longer with both fingers, then leaned over me as he slowly pushed two fingers into my wetness. Moving them in and out while beckoning with those fingers inside me, I was soon moaning and moving my hips in time with his actions as he worked up my arousal.

I felt like an orgasm was on its way so was disappointed (and probably even let out a frustrated moan as such) when he pulled his fingers out of me, then his hand out of my knickers, moving that same hand past me and into his mouth as he sucked my juices from his fingers. “I want to taste you more” he told me, “Let’s go upstairs”. Rather than lead the way he pointed to the stairs and let me go first, admitting that this was solely so he could check out my arse and legs. I had no complaints, and probably accentuated my walk up the stairs knowing that his eyes were glued to my behind.

Once upstairs, he showed me to his bedroom, moving past me and laying himself out in the middle of his double bed before beckoning me over. “Come and sit on my face” he requested, plainly, to which I smiled and nodded. Stopping for a moment, I reached under my skirt and pulled down my knickers over my stockings and boots, spending a moment contemplating where to leave them before just dropping them to the floor with a shrug. That obstacle out of the way, I got onto the bed on my knees and slowly clambered my way up the bed towards him. As I got close to my destination I felt his hands on my legs, stroking them but also guiding my upwards until I was straddling his head. Taking hold of the headboard, I lowered myself towards him, and felt and heard him straining up so that his tongue made contact with my pussy. I continued to lower myself, with his hands on my legs and then my buttocks for guidance, until we found a comfortable position and his mouth clamped around my pussy.

He licked and sucked on me eagerly – there was nothing particularly remarkable about his technique, but he was keen and passionate in devouring me and I was already aroused enough so as to soon be moving my hips and practically grinding against him to spur him on. Moaning and breathing heavily, while I could feel and hear his own heavy breathing, we continued like this for perhaps ten minutes before his efforts saw me crash over into an orgasm of loud moans while I gripped the headboard, eye tightly shut.

Letting me recover, I heard his voice from beneath me. “Want to turn around so you can see my big, thick cock?” Unsteadily, I half stood up so that I could turn 180 degrees before returning to my knees, and I again felt his hands pulling me down until his tongue was tracing my pussy lips and pressing between them. Finding that his jeans had buttons rather than a zip I fumbled embarrassingly for a while, eventually getting beyond them and the boxer-briefs within to pull out his hard cock. Stroking it and getting a feel for it as it grew further in my hand, it was relatively long and thick as he’d suggested, and looked all the more so as I wrapped my hand around it. Using the precum forming at the tip, it was soon glistening and easy for me to stroke firmly, again enjoying his tongue as it flickered over my clit… until he stopped to ask “Do you want that inside you?”

Answering that I did, he tapped my leg to beckon me off, and as I hopped up from over his face he scrambled off the bed, shedding his jeans and polo shirt and going to a bedside drawer to find a condom. Tearing open the packet and applying it while I watched, he asked me to get back onto the bed on my knees and bend over, so I once again found myself doing just that, kneeling there in my cosplay with my hands on the headboard. Feeling the bed dip as he climbed onto it behind me, and moving up the bed I felt my skirt pushed up to expose myself to him. A finger traced my pussy to test my wetness, then I felt the head of that thick cock rubbing up against my entrance. I gasped as I felt him start to penetrate me for the first time, and having not had sex in a while it took some slow, careful movements for him to work his way into me, bringing forth more gasps from me along the way. Eventually he was comfortably inside me, and began to move slowly as I started to feel more comfortable with the fullness his cock brought to me. We both enjoyed the sensations of my lips slowly engulfing him with each movement, then gripping him as he pulled out, but soon those movements turned into a still slow but more rhythmic fucking. My heavy breathing turned into soft moans as he moved slowly but surely inside me, and this combined with my increasing wetness only persuaded him to move faster. Again, my moans grew louder in turn, and as his fucking grew quicker and harder I also continued to gasp loudly on occasion as he found his way deeper into me.

Eventually he pulled out of me, and told me what he wanted to do next with a glint in his eye. Manoeuvring me on the bed, he moved me to lay on my side into front of a large wardrobe mirror in the room that I hadn’t paid any attention too previously, before laying himself on his side behind me. Feeling his cock pressing against me from behind, he again flipped up my skirt to reveal my pussy, and shuffled around to find a comfortable spot before asking me to lift my top leg. I did as he asked, lifting the leg and bending it at the knee, all the while watching into the mirror as I saw myself in cosplay, my skirt hiked up around my waist and my legs open to show my wet, glistening pussy enflamed from our sex so far.

I continued to watch the mirror intently as his cock moved between my open legs, again rubbing against the entrance but this time slipping easily inside me. He was soon thrusting against me from behind, and I was soon moaning again, keeping my eyes open to watch his cock slipping in and out of my pussy. He held my leg up for me as he moved faster and more frantically, and it was an erotic experience watching myself be fucked in cosplay like this. At one point his hand moved from my legs to my chest, mauling and fondling my breasts as best he could through my blouse and bra, then holding my hip. Finally, after another spell of holding my leg up for me his hand slipped around to seek out my clit, which was exactly what I needed. Watching myself being fucked in the mirror while the man fucking me aggressively rubbed my clit as he did so, my second orgasm built quickly – eventually I wasn’t watching myself any more, my eyes tight shut again as I came, hips shaking and pussy spasming as his hand moved to hold me tight as he enjoyed those sensations while pressed against me.

Coming down from my orgasm, he asked me how it was, and after telling him it was great he admitted he was close too. From there, we ended up with me on all fours again, this time with me facing the mirror as he held my hips and pushed easily back into me. He fucked me faster now, the bed creaking and groaning and his body slapping against mine as his cock thrust in and out of my wetness. My arousal building again, I was about to reach back to play with my clit while he fucked me, but before I could do so I felt him pick up the pace even further, and not too much longer I gasped one last time as he pushed deep into me while he came, throbbing and filling the condom with his seed.

Pulling out, we both laid out on the bed for a while after he discarded the condom, before telling him I should get back to my friends. Glancing at the clock, he noted that he had things to do as well, so it was time to say our goodbyes. After freshening up quickly and half-heartedly in his bathroom, I retrieved my thong while he gave me directions back to the arena in case I was unsure. He asked what I was doing tomorrow in the hope of a return encounter, but alas our schedules didn’t align, and so he waved me off back to the convention feeling far more satisfied than when I’d arrived.

The rest of the day at the convention was uneventful, and after an evening hanging out and drinking with my friend my cosplay plans for the second day were cancelled as I needed to take an early train home. Instead, I spent a little time at the event before leaving my friend and jumping on the train – it may not have been the best convention, but it certainly wasn’t a waste of a weekend either…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6gb0j2/a_satisfying_detour_from_a_quiet_convention_fm