A quirky cosplay sex session [FM]

The weekend just gone brought another cosplay convention my way, and although I wasn’t able to attend every day of the event I did at least managed to make it across the country to check it out over the main weekend. That said, none of my usual friends were quite so luckily, leaving me to “fly solo” complete with my own cheap hotel room… an opportunity which has its perks, for obvious reasons.

Arriving on the Friday night, I had little more to do than find some food and then collapse onto my hotel bed, leaving me plenty of time to swipe away on Tinder until boredom and tiredness overcame me and I fell asleep. Come Saturday morning, my excitement woke me up bright and early as I had a brand-new cosplay to show off for the first time – one of my current favourite characters, Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia. The outfit was a late arrival, so I was also a little nervous as to how it would look and fit as I changed into the Japanese-style school uniform type affair, with a short dark blue skirt, oversized cardigan and knee-high black socks with simple black shoes. Finishing things off with her wig and spending some time getting my makeup right, I spent a fair amount of time pondering how I looked in the room’s mirror and making adjustments before finally deciding that I was happy.

Heading off and into the event hall, the morning was a blur – I was being stopped constantly for photos, compliments and chatter, and before I knew it it was lunchtime and I was desperate to eat and take the weight off my feet. Sitting down with some cheap but good noodles, I also found that I had no shortage of Tinder messages on my phone, so spent my time flitting between eating and responding. Most of the conversations really didn’t seem too promising, until I came to one particularly keen chap – he was well-spoken and reasonable but direct, and as our messages moved elsewhere it quickly became obvious that he was very keen to meet, and so was I. By the time I left my table to wander the show again arrangements had been more or less finalised, and later that afternoon we figured out a meeting time, which allowed me to look around the show and pose for more photos with an exciting and slightly aroused tingle.

Although the show still had a fair few hours to run, eventually I had nothing much more to do and the time was approaching, so I headed back to my hotel to freshen up, cool down and grab a drink while I waited. The wait wasn’t too long before I got a message that the man – who lived locally – was on his way, and some 15 minutes later he was outside of the hotel entrance. Trying not to be overly keen, I resisted my urge to rush downstairs and instead spent a moment tidying up the twin-bedded room (which I’d left in more of a mess than I’d remembered) before taking the lift down to meet the man in question.

I quickly spotted him loitering outside the hotel door, and thankfully he recognised me from a cosplay selfie I’d sent so introductions were no issue. The main was in his late 30s, heavily tanned (from the good weather here, not a holiday, at least so he claimed!) with a grinning, easy-going clean-cut face and very short hair. He was tall – around 6 foot 2 – and slim with it, standing before me in chinos and a dark blue, short-sleeved shirt. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would stand out in a crowd, although his most obvious feature was that he looked tired – he’d already explained to me that he’d been out all night and up all day partying, and it showed, although his enthusiasm as we met and chatted belied any fatigue.

His tiredness had come into our further conversations before meeting as well, as he’d assured me that he was available for my pleasure alone as there’s no way he’d be able to cum after a long night of drinking. Honestly, and perhaps vainly, I didn’t believe a word of this – if anything, I was prepared for the opposite and a quick spot of fun before going out separate ways.

Pleasantries exchanged, I asked if he wanted to come up to my room, and of course he wasted no time in accepting. His eyes were drinking me in by this point as we moved to the lift, and he talked and complimented me in a hushed voice about my cosplay as we entered it, telling me once the doors were closed how meeting a younger girl in cosplay was very much on his bucket list and how hard he was at the idea alone.

Reaching our floor, I showed him to my room, entered with him, and stood before him as the door closed behind us. “I’m all yours, I guess” I said invitingly but shyly. He told me how much he loved my legs in my short cosplay skirt as he moved closer, and a hand was soon on my bare leg once he stood before me. I exhaled a ragged, excited breath as his fingers stroked first one leg, and then the other, before his hand moved to my inner leg. Upwards it traced, up my thigh, until I felt his fingers moving across the fabric of the thong I wore beneath the short skirt. Those fingers teased and explored a little further, and then the thong was pushed easily to one side and I felt fingers and then a thumb tracing my bare, damp slit. After a few strokes up and down its length, his now wet thumb moved to seek out and find my clit, which he proceeded to start to rub firmly in circular motions. My initial gasp turned into a sigh, then into moans as he expertly rubbed my clit with his thumb, my wetness increasing alongside the pleasure I was feeling.

After a spell of clearly enjoying watching and hearing me moan before him as he rubbed me, he paused to reach under my skirt and pull my thong down to my knees. Asking me to turn around, I shuffled to face away from him, feeling him move up behind me and his erection press into me through his trousers. His hand was soon under my skirt again, with a single finger tracing my now wet lips before it then sank easily into the depths of my pussy as I exhaled contentedly. As his finger exploring inside me, his thumb returned to my clit, and this time he was fully focused on bringing me off. This task didn’t seem to take all that long either – his finger moving inside me and his thumb firmly, insistently stimulating my clit soon left me groaning between breaths “I’m gonna cum” as he strummed my clit harder and leaned down to my ear to whisper “Good girl… cum hard for me”. I unthinkingly grabbed his arm as I moaned and twitched with orgasm, jerking as I came until I had to lean forward against the bed to support myself in the aftermath of the moment.

While I recovered, I saw him toss his wallet onto the bedside table, and turned to sit on the edge of the bed as I watched him dispense with his shirt, and then his trousers and boxers and finally socks (he’d taken off his shoes upon entering the room) to leave himself fully naked. “You look like you’re ready to sit on this” he said nonchalantly as he climbed onto the bed past me and laid out on it for me. I’d already mentioned the man was tall and slim, and turning to look him up and down he had a cock to match – circumcised, quite thin but long, and painfully erect and ready for me.

As I reached down to finish taking off my thong and discard it on the floor, he was already pulling a condom from his wallet and opening the packet to roll it on. With that done, I hopped back on the bed, moved up towards him on my knees and got myself into position as I straddled his body. Reaching down to take his penis into my hand to guide it into me, he instead said “Wait… lift your skirt, I’ll hold my cock for you. I want to watch you sitting on it”. I did as he requested, taking my skirt into my hands and holding it up so he could see my pussy beneath, letting him guide his cock to my entrance until I felt it into position and slipping slowly down onto it with a contended moan.

It took a few movements until he was fully inside me – a pleasurable moment for both of us as he filled me. “Don’t forget, don’t worry about me, just do whatever you want to make yourself cum” he told me as he looked up at me. Not one to argue, that’s precisely what I did, taking my time experimenting and seeing what stimulated me as he lay beneath me, hands rubbing my legs as I did so. I completely lost track of the time I spent like this – grinding on him as I sat on him, leaning forward so he could grope and paw at my breasts through the top of my outfit, bouncing on him while I knelt straddling his long, hard cock, then moving onto my haunches to bounce and fuck him more vigorously. As he’d promised, there was no sign of him cumming, nor of him going soft.

While I moved back to a kneeling position, I leaned back and felt him hit a particularly pleasurable spot. Moaning loud in this sexual eureka moment I quickly capitalised, holding my position to lean back as I ground my body onto him and his cock, feeling it stimulating my pussy wonderfully while he rubbed my legs, pushing my skirt up as he did so to get a good view. Instinctively, my hand reached down to my clit, and I was soon lost in my own pleasure – gyrating “like a madwoman” (as he later put it) on him while I rubbed my clit desperately until I crashed into a load, moaning, shaking orgasm, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I did so.

“Was that as good as it looked?” he asked once I’d recovered, “I could feel you weren’t faking it!” he joked. I could only laugh in response as I continued to catch my breath, before he suggested that he take charge of things for a while. That meant that it was my turn to lay on my back, spreading my legs and inviting him between them to slide easily back inside me. He was on top of me for some time, thrusting in and out of me while I writhed, moaned and sighed beneath him – holding my legs up, wrapping them around him, then resting them on his shoulders as he consistently, deeply fucked me, all the time clearly enjoying the feeling of my pussy around my cock and the sight of my younger body, still in cosplay, laid out before him.

After that spell, he invited me to turn over onto all fours, and with my skirt flipped up he was soon inside me again. After telling me to rub my clit while he fucked me, the sex became more vigorous, and in no time at all his body was slapping against mine as he fucked me hard and very fast, his cock slamming in and out of me. I assumed this was the precursor to him cumming, but his own orgasm was still nowhere to be seen as mine built from the stimulation of clit and pussy. As the feelings began to wash over me intensely from the hard pounding I was receiving, I vaguely recall shouting “Oh fuck… oh fuck… OH FUCK” as I came over his cock. At no point before, during or immediately after I came did I even feel him slow down, until I finally pulled away from sheer sensitivity to collapse onto the bed, still twitching.

Finally turning over, still breathless, his erection was still unquenchable. “Are you really not going to cum?” I asked. “I was getting closer there, but not yet” was his reply. As it was his turn to take a breather he laid back on the bed and offered me an opportunity to ride him again, although as I was now decidedly hot and he wanted to see more of me it was time for me to get naked too, dispensing with my wig, top and skirt but leaving my knee-high socks on.

Straddling his cock again, I started a second session of bouncing and grinding on him, but I was flagging and starting to feel a little sore at this point, so eventually I had to apologetically call it a day and clamber off him. I was still determined that I wanted to make him cum, and he remained insistent that I wouldn’t be able to, so eventually we reached a compromise – ultimately I had to give that up as a lost cause, and he seemed surprisingly unfussed by the prospect of not getting off himself, more than happy that he’d fucked me and made me cum a few times.

So, I watched him dress while remaining naked myself (I was dying for a long shower at this point), and he promised me that he’d be cumming plenty of times over remembering me in the future and telling me to let him know if I was in town again any time before saying his goodbyes and letting himself out. I remained a little sore, but satisfied, for the remainder of the weekend, soured only by my inability to make the guy cum which I took more personally than I probably should. Overall though, a good debut outing for Himiko…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zoxdy/a_quirky_cosplay_sex_session_fm