A new cosplay, an older hotel visitor [FM]

Last weekend was the first of the year’s big conventions, which meant a trip to the capital for several (expensive) days in a hotel cosplaying, hanging out with friends, and… anything else that came along.

Having splashed out and arrived with some of my group the evening before the event, I actually had my hotel room free for day one of the convention before my friend and roommate for the weekend arrived (more on her later). This left me with a leisurely first day after waking up, getting breakfast and – of course, taking a look to see what’s happening on Tinder.

With no real joy there, it was time to change into my brand-new cosplay for the event Ruby from Love Live Sunshine, and her Aozora Jumping Heart cosplay. This outfits consist of a red pig-tail wig, a blue and white top, a blue dress with layers of pink and yellow frills, and (my favourite part) pink and yellow thigh high socks. Add some white ankle-high boots and the outfit is complete, although all of the little accessories such as braces and ribbons made it perhaps the fiddliest cosplay I’ve ever changed into. Not being the most patience person, I had to stop and take a deep breath a few times (or, more often, stop and swear loudly) before I was finally ready to check myself out in the mirror.

The first day of the event is always the quietest, and the morning left me with plenty of time to sit or stand around, chat with friends, and fiddle with my phone as I swiped on Tinder. While most of my matches were either silent or unsuccessful, one man in his late 30s popped right up with a message – it was soon clear that he was also at the event, and he was equally quick at establishing what I was looking for from the app. We chatted for a while over the next hour or so, and put simply he was saying all of the right things – my exciting was building rapidly, and as the event got busier into the afternoon we both spied an opportunity to meet and made arrangements for what was to come.

Another half hour or so later, I was stood nervously fidgeting outside my hotel, distracted only by the requests to pose for photos by passers-by. Eventually, as one such impromptu photo opportunity came to I heard a voice call my name from behind me – turning around I recognised the grinning face before me. Wearing a scruffy baseball cap, t-shirts and shorts, and with a kind face with goatee beard that was hard to place an age on, I knew this was my Tinder match. Hands in pockets, he asked how I’d found the show so far and whether I’d interrupted a photo session, before again proving adept at getting straight to the point. “Are we heading up to your room?” he asked with a cheerful, inquisitive tone. “Sure!” I responded as chirpily as I could, leading the way through the hotel’s revolving doors as I felt him checking me up and down with his eyes.

A couple of short lift journeys and a brief walk later, I was opening the door to my room, my heart thumping now as I led the way inside and he followed. As the door clicked shut I stood in front of him, suddenly a little bashful as his eyes took me in more hungrily. After hearing him swallow a little nervously, he piped up “You were pretty forward on Tinder… are you sure you just want to do this?” I answered with a dry “Uh-huh”, excitement and tension coursing through me.

“Let’s get you on the bed then” he said quietly as he moved across the room closer to me, and I duly complied, stepping back towards one of the twin beds in the room and setting my bag beside it before clambering onto it, half-sitting and half-laying upon it. After removing his baseball cap to reveal a balding head, I was soon joined on the bed by him, as he knelt between my slightly open legs and wasted no time in placing his hands on my lower legs. “You’re so hot dressed like this… I’m hard already” he commented as his hands wandered up my legs, parting them further as they reached my knees before carrying on up my legs and now-spread thighs.

After asking me to scoot a little further up the bed, he dipped his head, half-pushing it under my short skirt as his hands flipped it up to grant him access between my legs. Then without warning I felt a pleasurable pressure on my clit as he pressed his mouth against my knickers and began to eat me through my white cotton underwear. The slight rough texture of my panties, and the feel of his tongue probing and finding my clit made me gasp and moan. The wetness of his mouth and my pussy combined to leave my underwear soaking wet as he spent some minutes teasingly licking and pressing his tongue against me through them.

As I was about to ask for him to remove my knickers, he took that step himself, pulling back to murmur “let’s get these off” before tugging my underwear down my legs and off over my boots as I lifted my rump to assist him. “So fucking sexy” was his next murmured comment before he went straight back to my pussy, his hands on my thighs as he devoured me. He licked and ate me hungrily but precisely, focusing intently on sucking and licking my clit. Moaning, sighing and moving my hips I urged him on, whispering “just like that” as he really hit the spot. He took this instruction to heart and redoubled his efforts, and within five minutes of my knickers coming off I was cumming for the first time, gripping the duvet and moaning loudly, my back arching a little as he kept at my clit until I had to wriggle away.

There was only a brief break until he returned between my legs without comment though, this time taking some time to explore, his tongue teasing and probing between my lips, his hands moving to squeeze my ass cheeks before trying (and failing) to find a way under the top of my outfit to reach my breasts. After that abortive attempt to explore with his hands, he instead took a hand to rub my pussy for a little while, exploring my wetness before using that wetness to carefully slip two fingers into me, eliciting another gasp from me. He spent a little time working his fingers in and out, exploring inside me, before his head again dipped down and he took a second turn at pleasuring me with his mouth and tongue. He was doing an expert job again, and coupled with his fingers my second orgasm build steadily and quickly as I sighed, writhed and moaned on the bed. Again, he picked up on my verbal cues and loudest moans to hone in what was getting me off and work harder and faster to do so, which meant that it wasn’t long before I came again, moaning and shuddering while my pussy squeezed down on his fingers as it contracted (or so he took great delight in telling me as I recovered).

Moving off the bed, he spoke again “I need my dick deep inside you now”. “Me too, I said, a little more breathlessly, watching as he hurriedly pulled off his t-shirt, then undid and pulled down his shorts and boxers to reveal an average but proud penis standing to attention. Once he’d dispensed with his clothes, I reached down to unzip my bag and produce a condom, which I handed to him. “Can you suck my dick for a moment?” he requested, “I want to see your mouth around it while you’re dressed like this”. I duly obliged, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as he moved over for me to take the head, and then the rest of, his penis into my mouth. I bobbed my head and moved my tongue a little half-heartedly if I’m honest – I just wanted to be fucked in that moment – so a brief period in my mouth was enough for him to step away and ask me to lay on the edge of the bed as he unwrapped and applied the condom.

Moving over to me and standing at the end of the bed, he took my legs and hooked each brightly striped, sock-clad leg over one of his shoulders. Reaching down, he rubbed his cock across my clit and pussy, smiling as I gasped a little. Satisfied that I was more than wet enough, he slowly but deliberately pushed between my lips and inside me, and in one slow but smooth motion he was soon fully buried in my pussy. A couple of slow movements in and out later, he was ready to start fucking me properly, and proceeded to do just that. Soon, the room was filled with my moans and sighs, a few sighs of his own, the sound of the bed rocking in time with his movements, and the wet sounds of his cock fucking me steadily. He didn’t alter or change his speed, and I lost track of time a bit here – it wasn’t amazing, but just consistently enjoyable feeling his penis pushing in and out of my wetness.

Eventually, he pulled out, asking me to turn over. I quickly scrambled onto all fours on the edge of the bed, adjusting my legs for him before looking around to feel and see him flip up the skirt of my cosplay as best he could. Taking hold of my hips he sank easily inside me and the fucking resumed. In this position he soon built up speed, and was fucking me harder – the bed was rocking more vigorously, and his body was slapping against mine as I moaned, head down against the duvet. As he fucked me harder, I felt a couple of brief stings on my ass cheeks as he slapped them while he fucked me, bringing some extra pleasure and another moan from me on the few times he did so. Otherwise, he was fully focused on fucking me, until he suddenly piped up through ragged breaths “Where shall I cum? Can I pull out and cum on you?”

“It’ll get on my outfit, don’t” was my unsexy and practical response. “In the condom then?” he asked. “Yeah, cum inside me” was my sexier sounding response, which I swear coincided with me feeling his penis twitch within me. The rules set, he was soon fucking me hard, his hands gripping my hips harder and his body slapping even more powerfully against mine. My orgasm was building but still not that close a couple of minutes later, when I heard the tell-tale changes in his breathing before he tensed, groaned and throbbed inside me as he came hard into the condom.

Spent, he pulled out, and I collapsed down onto the bed, breathing hard myself. I giggled loudly as my sweat-covered partner unsubtly shifted to stand by the room’s air conditioning to cool off, and while he did so we (or rather he, mostly) made small talk – he talked about what turned him on about cosplay, from the opportunities to peek up a skirt to the gap between a girl’s sock or stockings and their skirt (to which I got to play as teacher by explaining the Japanese term for it, zettai ryouiki). I suspect by the time we’d discussed cosplay turn-ons he was getting horny again, but we both had friends to return to so I watched him dress, we said our goodbyes and he left, before I contemplated whether to masturbate before returning to my friends. An unread message on my phone asking where I should meet said friends made that decision for me, so I rifled through my bag for a non-soaked pair of knickers to pull on before leaving the hotel and heading back to the con, flushed and somewhat satisfied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8nm4i5/a_new_cosplay_an_older_hotel_visitor_fm