A convention meet, an unexpected (and unexpectedly exciting) interruption (F/M)

It's anime convention weekend for me again, which saw me packing up a handful of outfits and heading across the country for a convention in a hotel for a few days, offering up an exciting opportunity to catch up with a few friends who I hadn't seen in a while and, maybe, some other possibilities.

Once I arrived and checked into the hotel on Friday I fired up Tinder, and found myself spending spare moments whilst sat with a drink or chatting idly swiping away. By Saturday I'd spotted a few people who were clearly at the convention – some struck up conversation just to chat while others were far flirtier. In particular, I found myself having an increasingly heated conversation with a guy hired to handle lighting for the event – he had no clue about anime or cosplay but seemed interesting, but when we actually met up to say hi he was… well, a bit of an egocentric jerk. We chatted before he had an event to man the lights for and he suggested meeting up later, but I made my excuses and let our conversation peter out feeling a little disappointed – by Saturday night, I was pretty frustrated, and sharing a hotel room meant there was nothing I could do about it.

Come Sunday morning though, I had more matches on Tinder and struck up more conversations with some guys and girls who were also at the event – all friendly, but one stuck out in particular, belonging to a pretty cute guy in his mid-20s who seemed both friendly and confident in just the right measures. We talked and flirted online, and at one point entertaining the idea of a quick meet in his room before friends and events intervened and that plan went onto the back burner. A few hours later we were still exchanging occasional messages though, and as the mainstay of the events at the convention started to tail off we both agreed on a time to meet a couple of hours later. As the time passed our snatches of online conversation got hotter, and I was all but squirming in my seat as the time for us to meet drew nearer, with me still enjoying hanging out with my friends and trying to focus on the panel we were watching but glancing frequently at the time and counting the minutes.

That time eventually came however, and after a few minutes delay I received the message I'd been waiting for, inviting me up to a hotel room on the top floor – my friends were headed to another panel that I wasn't interested in anyway, giving me a great excuse to make my apologies and leave to catch up with them later. That done, I headed to the lift (getting lost for a moment along the way and feeling like an idiot), before getting in and having a quick look up and down myself in its mirrored panel as it rose upwards to the right floor – I was dressed for the day as Miki Sayaka from Madoka Magica in her magical girl outfit, and apart from adjusting the stockings and straps a little I was relieved that I looked just fine, if a little flushed.

Reaching the correct floor, I clumsily followed the instructions to find the right room, eventually making it to the door with the right room number. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and knocked a few times before stepping back coyly. Hearing some movement the other side, the door opened to reveal a guy who matched his profile pictures to a tee (thankfully!) – about my height (in my boots, anyway), bespectacled, with messy hair and a short beard, and wearing a t-shirt and jeans. After a quiet but enthusiastic greeting, he invited me in, apologising for the mess in the room and blaming his roommate for most of it, and talking a little about the convention and what I'd been cosplaying as during the weekend – I was a little happy to note that upon seeing me in person, he'd actually recognised me the previous day despite wearing another outfit, leaving me feeling proud that I'd made at least some impact upon him before talking online.

With any small talk out the way, he ramped things up by admitting how excited and unable to contain himself he'd been waiting for me to be free to come up and see him. I pointed out that he didn't need to contain himself any more as I stepped further into the room – a signal that he took happily, moving over to me and kissing me deeply. I felt his hands on my back as our tongues entwined, before they slipped down to massage my ass over my skirt. He broke the kiss to apologise if he was being too forward, but I shook my head to signal for him not to worry, and we were soon kissing again, which eventually led to him lowering me onto one of the two single beds in the room.

From here, his hands explored me further over my outfit, squeezing my breasts and running a hand down my side and over my thighs and legs, all of which increased my growing wetness until I felt the same hand slip up the inside of my leg and press against my knickers. I sighed into his mouth as he began to firmly massage my pussy for a while, before breaking the kiss again to ask if he could take the knickers off. I nodded, and he slid down the bed to grasp them from under my skirt while I lifted my hips to help him take them off. Working the striped knickers over my socks and boots until they were deposited on the floor.

Pushing my skirt up, he took a moment to admire my pussy before pulling me further down the bed so that he could kneel on the floor at the foot of it, lifting my legs onto his shoulders and lowering his head between them to run his tongue up and down my slit. Enjoying my excited moan, he was soon feasting on my wetness, licking, sucking and probing at me while I enjoyed the sensation. Lifting my legs up to spread myself wider for him, my hands moved from by my side to quickly push down the top of my outfit so that I could play with my breasts and erect nipples as he ate me, providing further physical stimulation for me and visual stimulation for him as he licked and sucked harder than before.

I was lost in the simple pleasures of receiving oral for a while, as was he, to the point where neither of us reacted to the click and crunch of the hotel room door – it was only when the sound of it swinging open reached our ears that it registered… his roommate had come back. He jumped up and away from me to stand up with a loud exclamation of "SHIT", leaving me still in cosplay with legs wide apart on the bed as his roommate nonchalantly walked in before looking up and turning bright red at the scene in front of him. I pushed down my skirt and closed my legs, hand over my mouth forgetting completely that my breasts were still exposed, and the silence was deafening before the roommate spoke up brokenly. "Oh… err… sorry, I didn't realise you were… I just… I really… I've gotta have a shower so I… sorry.. can I just… sorry… I really need to take a shower. I won't be long… ummm… carry on, I'll be in the bathroom… sorry".

With that, the roommate walked past both of us to his bed, scrabbling frantically for some fresh clothes and a towel and trying desperately to avoid any eye contact with us as he kicked off his shoes. More apologies followed from everyone in the room as he walked back past us and let himself into the bathroom, forcing a smile and mumbling "really, don't mind me" before disappearing and locking the door.

A long silence ensued, before more apologies from the guy before my thumping heart and jangling nerves calmed and I couldn't help but start laughing. We talked a quietly a little about whether he'd get any shit from his roommate for being caught out like this, to which he said that he wouldn't, and eventually the discussion turned to whether we should just carry on as his roommate had suggested. Initially reluctant to the idea, I suspect arousal soon overtook him, and my own horniness wasn't going anywhere, and it was this combined need for a release that led to another kiss and me tasting myself on him, before he shuffled down the bed to open my legs once again and resume where he'd left off thanks to our unexpected interruption.

I moaned more softly now, aware of the sound of a shower running next door and wondering whether the man in there could hear us at all, or even whether he was currently jerking off at what he'd just seen. This thought added a little extra arousal to the hands on my hips and tongue between my legs, and in the following minutes my excitement slowly built to a peak, culminating in me bucking my hips as he held them and licked my clit through to an orgasm that had me moaning louder than I had meant to.

This led to another pause, as we listened to the shower water still running in the bathroom – we were reticent to continue further knowing that he'd walk out at any moment, but at the same time I was very much turned on and ready and a glance at his jeans suggested he was too. Some more kissing designed to pass the time only made this worse, and I was soon pulling off the gloves which comprised part of the outfit so that I could get to unbuckling and pulling at his jeans and boxers as horniness clouded my judgement. Not arguing with my move, he shrugged off both items of clothing and swiftly moved over to open up a small bag on a table in the room and produce a condom. Squeezing onto the bed next to me, he put on the condom, and I took the cue to swing my leg over to straddle him. Hovering over him, I reached down to take his hard cock into my hand, and after a quick stroke or two guided it to my wetness before slowly sinking down onto it with a satisfied moan, eyes closed. I then started to move slowly, grinding on him one moment and moving my hips up and down the next, and soon I was bouncing on him, the bed rocking as I felt him moving in and out of me while he gripped my hips, occasionally bending forward to allow him to suck or nip at my boobs.

That continued for a few minutes – I slowed my pace as one of my legs became a little uncomfortable, while also dimly aware that the shower had stopped running in the bathroom but too into the moment to care at this point. Perhaps noticing my discomfort, he took hold of me and shifted me off him, first onto my side, then onto my back on the bed as he moved out of the way. I instinctively opened and lifted my legs for him, and he pushed up my skirt as he grasped his cock and guided it easily back inside me. He was soon pressed against me, thrusting rhythmically while I moaned beneath him, arms wrapped around him and holding his t-shirt as he moved more firmly.

It must have been a few minutes into this that I heard the bathroom lock disengage and the door open – this time though, there was no leaping away in embarrassment, and his hard cock continued to move in and out of me without change. I wondered if he'd even heard, but the way he buried his head against my neck suggested that he knew but chose to ignore it, and I wasn't about to protest, lost in arousal as I was too. Much as I thought about it briefly, I couldn't stop my moans and heavy breathing as I heard the roommate padding across the carpeted floor, nor could I do anything about the sound of his friend's cock moving inside my wet pussy. Hearing the other bed move, I glanced over through half-closed eyes to see him reaching to put on his shoes, trying not to look but clearly unable not to watch the scene in front of him as he fumbled with his footwear.

Continuing to watch him discretely, I saw his glances in our direction getting bolder – from his position at the end of his bed and his slouched position to put on his shoes, he must have been able to see not only my skirt bunched up around my waist, and my legs clad in socks and boots aloft in the air and spread wide, but also my pussy being penetrated as I was fucked on the bed just inches from him. This brought almost a shudder of arousal from me when coupled with the cock inside me, and I found myself moaning louder and lifting my legs higher and wider, wondering how my being fucked looked to him.

Every time I allowed my eyes to open a little I could see him watching, before eventually I suppose he regained his senses, finished tying his laces and very quietly moved to the door out of my sight, before we heard the door quietly open, close and click shut. We carried on fucking for a little while before I heard a strained whisper in my ear: "Has he gone?" I breathlessly told him he had, to which his response was "I want to fuck you naked now".

Moving away from me, he pulled off his t-shirt while I sat up and unzipped my dress, getting off the bed to let it fall to the floor, leaving me naked but for my socks and boots. He then beckoned me over and had me kneel on all fours on the bed, and positioning himself behind me he slipped inside my pussy once again. Compared to his previous rhythmic ministrations, this time the fucking was passionate, harder and rougher – his body slapping against mine, both of us panting intermingled with my moans, his hands firm on my hips and occasionally grabbing at my tits as they swung from the fucking I was receiving. This is just what my aroused body needed at this point, and my loader moans and groans increased as I shifted myself to reach one hand between my legs to rub my clit frantically. This additional sensation brought me close to orgasm quickly, and he continued at the same hard, fast pace as I half shouted "You're going to make me cum" before burying my face in the pillow on his bed to stifle my loudest moans, my orgasm elongated by his continuing to fuck me. I was still moaning as I heard his own grunts and groans, leading to him pressing himself deep inside me as his cock throbbed and came into the condom.

We stayed in place for a little while even after he pulled out, both out of breath and sweaty before I collapsed on the bed to regain my strength for a moment. He offered me a chance to shower, but looking at the time I needed to rejoin my friends, and instead simply accepted a towel to dry myself off before slipping my dress and damp knickers back on, followed by my gloves. We said our goodbyes, and joked about wondering when this convention would be held next and how he should find a different roommate next time. With that I wandered off, returning to my own room to apply some more deodorant and check my outfit before heading back to my friends hopefully not looking too dishevelled, and my mind racing about the excitement of being unexpectedly watched, albeit briefly.

I should really be at the event's final party now, but one of my friends was too tired to continue drinking and dancing and so was I, although probably for a different reason… I can't sleep though, hence me writing this while it's still so fresh in my mind.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3fk2xd/a_convention_meet_an_unexpected_and_unexpectedly