Halloween in Wonderland (F/M)

Halloween always offers a good excuse for me to go out dressed up in cosplay, but on the downside it always comes soon after a major convention that I go to so I usually don't have the time or money to spend on doing anything spectacular, and haven't even bothered at all in recent years. However, this time around a number of my friends were insistent upon a night out, and feeling uninspired and a little lazy I decided that the most fitting thing I had to wear was my Alice in Wonderland outfit which I hadn't worn in quite a while. So, come Halloween evening I pulled on the blue and white dress and white thigh-high stockings with lace tops that allowed just a little flesh to show between their tops and the bottom of the dress.

All prepared, I headed off – first to a friend's house, then onwards to a nearby club. I didn't expect to get much attention given some of the far more revealing outfits on show all around, but I did get plenty of shouted comments over the blaring music, mostly asking whether I was as innocent as I looked. To start with I simply smiled at these questions, but as the alcohol flowed my responses got a little braver – a "maybe not" here, a grin and a wink there, and to be honest the attention was getting me a little excited.

Still, the rest of the night was uneventful, mostly spent drinking and hanging out with my group of friends, until murmurings began about leaving and returning back to their place. While the original plan was for me to join them and maybe drink some more, I eventually decided that I was ready to return home, and so eventually I said my goodbyes and headed off for the nearest station.

Leaving at the same time as me were two young guys – around my age, maybe a year or two older – who I recognised, one of whom had flirted with me (and had me flirt back) for a while inside, and his seemingly shy friend who didn't say a word the entire time. The more talkative of the two – thin, tall and lanky – called out to me, and the pair caught up to chat as he realised we were headed in the same direction. Much like me, he'd clearly had a few drinks without being overly drunk, which led him to boldly state that he'd been thinking about something. I asked what with a knowing smile, remembering that he'd been one of the guys flirtatiously asking about my innocence, to which I'd told him that he'd had to use his imagination – his response was that he'd been trying to imagine how innocent I was but couldn't figure it out. Similarly heady with drink and a little turned on by a night of being ogled and admired, I asked if he wanted a clue, which of course he told me he did – my smile turning into a grin, I trotted ahead of the two guys then span around to face them, and quickly checking my surroundings to see there was nobody else visible on the street I hiked up the skirt of my dress for a second or two before lowering and patting it down again.

I laughed at the two guys before me, both of whose jaws had dropped, before the talkative one of the two regained his composure to joke that my plain white knickers looked really innocent too. Resuming our walk, I told him that the underwear was just part of the outfit and not to read too much into it – the response was quick: "so what's underneath is the naughty part of you then?" I laughed again, replying "exactly". We all went quiet at that point, but I could almost see the gears turning in both guy's heads, wondering what was going on.

It was only when we reached the station that the talkative guy piped up again, asking where I was headed, commenting to my response that it was the same direction as him, and then with a slightly wavering voice commented that he'd invite me back to his if he wasn't sharing a flat. I lamented that I also shared a place with others, and another period of silence was broken by him saying what a shame that was. I agreed, seeing his eyes light up as I pondered whether there wasn't anywhere else we could hang out. He mentioned a park near his place, his voice trailing off as he expected nothing to come for it, only for his eyes to light up yet again when I said that might be cool.

There was silence again as we waited for and then boarded our train – both guys eyes were on me as we neared their destination until the talkative one finally plucked up the courage to ask if I really wanted to come along. I cheerfully said that I did, and so we got off a couple of stops before my actual home and they led the way through the streets. Pointing out the park up ahead, and with his mouth sounding dry, he asked whether he was getting the wrong idea or whether I was feeling naughty. I told him he wasn't getting the wrong idea, and even in the half-light I could see him flush with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

At the gates to the park, I heard his friend speak for the first time, saying that he'd best head off home then. The talkative one stopped him though, suggesting that maybe he could keep lookout in case anyone came along. He looked unsure but nodded in agreement, and with that we headed into a small but sheltered park, surrounded by trees and lit with a few lights dotted here and there. We walked deeper into the park away from the main road, looking around to confirm it was deserted, until we came to a bench in an area relatively out of sight and came to a halt.

Stammering a little, the guy tried to form his thoughts "You're so sexy, I can't believe… are you… you know I wanna get in your panties, right?" I told him I did, which seemed to set him aback even more, as he blurted out that he wasn't sure what he should do from here. "You wanted to know what was under my knickers, didn't you?" was my response, which jerked him into action – he slowly moved closer to me, and with his quiet friend not knowing where to look he reached under my skirt and lightly touched me through my knickers. Hearing me gasp at his first touch, he pressed and rubbed a little more firmly, and was soon bunching up my skirt a little higher to push his hand inside my knickers. Commenting on my wetness, first quietly as if to himself and then a little louder to his friend, whose eyes darted away or head to turned to act as a lookout as he'd agreed whenever I looked in his direction, giving away the fact that he was staring the rest of the time.

Making direct contact with my pussy, he rubbed and stroked for a while, before asking me to put one foot up on the bench – upon doing this, he used one hand to reach under my skirt and pull the crotch of my knickers aside, so that his free hand could rub my pussy a little more before slipping a finger inside me. He leaned in and leaned down to kiss me for the first time as he added a second finger, and we spend some time with me moaning into his mouth as his fingers slipped in and out of my wetness between my open legs.

Breaking the kiss, he told me he wanted to lick my pussy, which was my cue to pull down my knickers, over my stockings and off my shoes. Not sure where to put them, the guy took them off me, moving to give them to his friend before deciding instead to stuff them in his pocket while I sat myself on the bench. Pushing up my skirt to reveal myself, I saw the quiet one of the pair craning forward to catch a glimpse of me out of the corner of my eye as his friend crouched down before me and went straight to my pussy, licking and sucking my lips and clit and darting his tongue in and out excitedly. Eventually, he pulled my stocking-clad legs up over his shoulders, his tongue focusing on his clit while his fingers once again dipped inside me. This mixture of clitoral stimulation and penetration was exactly what I needed, and it felt like no time at all before my heavy breathing and quiet moans turned into bucking hips and a few short cries as I came.

Pulling his head away from me, I noticed that while he'd been doing all this he'd pulled his cock from his trousers and had been stroking it slowly out of his excitement – seeing where I was looking, he asked if I wanted to be fucked. Still a little breathless, I gasped that I did, leading to him shuffling over on his knees to the bench between my legs. Realising that the height was wrong to do anything here brought forth a few moments of, before he hurriedly pulled off his jacket and laid it on the ground next to us, asking if I'd be alright doing it there. Nodding, I stood up and sat myself down on his jacket, laying back carefully onto the ground while he undid his trousers and pushed them down around his ankles having produced a condom from his back pocket.

Shuffling over to me, he tore open the packet and hurriedly rolled on the condom, then pushed up my skirt around my hips to reveal myself to him again. Getting into place between my legs, he easily slipped all the way inside me in a slow, single motion, as I tilted my head back and moaned. Steadying himself, he began to thrust against me, soon getting into a firm and steady rhythm as he muttered semi-loudly about how great it felt and how I was a good shag, while I urged him on by quietly telling him to keep fucking me between moans.

At one point as he got close to his orgasm, he slowed down and nearly stopped, looking up with a grin to his friend to tell him that he didn't know what he's missing and, half-jokingly I think, that he should join in. Even I had to glance over at his friend at this point, only to see him sheepishly shaking his head while looking at his shoes. "I don't have protection anyway" he quietly stated, to which I surprised myself by responding that I had a condom in my bag. "See, even she's up for it… come on mate!" was his friends response, our sex paused for a moment – this must have gone on for a minute or two, but his friend would not be coaxed as he remained steadfastly staring at the floor and refusing any advances. I found myself surprisingly a little disappointed at this rejection, then annoyed that this argument was still going on, until finally attention returned to me, and after a moment of pulling out and rubbing himself against my slit to regain his full erection he was back inside me.

Now the fucking was harder and faster, and I wrapped my legs around his ass to pull him in deeper. He grunted and moaned as I panted and moaned, until finally he called out that he was going to cum, and I gripped his shirt as he pushed hard into me while he came inside the condom. Both breathless, he pulled out and discarded the condom, while I struggled to my feet, patting down and checking over my dress in the hope it hadn't gotten dirty. The guy rather disappointedly gave me my knickers back from his pocket when I asked for them, clearly hoping he might keep them as a memento, and then I grabbed my bag and said I should head off.

Walking out to the park gates, the quiet friend still said nothing and now didn't even make eye contact, while the talkative one asked if I wanted to be walked back to the station. Waving away his concerns, I told him I thought I knew where we were heading, and having taken down his phone number on his insistence I was back on my way home. Undressing and taking a brief shower before bed, I couldn't stop wondering why the quiet one of the two guys was so staunch in his refusal to get involved… thoughts which turned to a fantasy of the two of them taking turns fucking me in the park, which led me to a swift orgasm before I drifted off to sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3r578i/halloween_in_wonderland_fm