A rocking session during Comic Con [FM]

This weekend just gone was one of the biggest of the year for me, as it was time for another major Comic Con, and to say that I was in the mood for it in every sense would be an understatement. The weekend couldn’t come quickly enough, and even the hassle of hauling bags on and off trains to head to my hotel on the Friday afternoon didn’t diminish my anticipation. Once I arrived and checked in, of course I took to Tinder while I waited for my friend and roommate for the convention to arrive, which led to a few interesting online conversations over the course of the evening.

Come the next morning, I was up bright and early to get dressed in the day’s cosplay outfit – my reliable favourite Ranka Lee from Macross Frontier, consisting of a really cute, girly top, frilly skirt and knee-high socks with red shoes featuring slightly high heels. We were at the con in time for the start of the day as the doors opened, exploring while it was still reasonably quiet, doing some shopping, catching up with friends and of course me posing for photos when I asked.

Amongst all this, one of the guys on Tinder from the previous night was still messaging me – he loved the photo I sent of me in my cosplay, and his interest in meeting me clearly leapt up a notch or two when he saw it. As lunchtime came and went, I began to formulate a plan to leave my friend to it for a while, and eventually made my excuses to head away from the show for a short walk to some rather expensive nearby apartments.

With some direction I eventually found where I was looking for, and after sending a message soon saw a familiar person sauntering out. The guy was in his mid-40s (but honestly looked older), dressed casually in a denim shirt and jeans, with messy, ruffled hair and a very casual but confident manner about him. After a simple “hey beautiful, you’re looking amazing” as he spotted me, he invited me to join him in his apartment, and we took the lift up to his spacious, impressive home. The guy in question had told me he was a session musician, and that was evidenced by the walls of the apartment, sprinkled with gold and silver discs and various posters signed by band members. It was all pretty cool to see, and I felt a bit like a groupie being invited up there!

Offering me a seat in the living room, he disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Uncorking the wine and pouring it, he chatted in his languid, accented way (I really couldn’t place the accent, and never asked for some reason) about me, the convention, my cosplay and about himself before sitting next to me as we both drank from our respective glasses.

We were only about half-way through the glass before his hand landed on my knee. I heard myself inhale, more in excitement than surprise, and the fact I didn’t pull away signalled the okay to him. After a brief moment, his hand travelled up my bare leg, stroking and exploring, clearly enjoying the feel of my soft skin. My breathing was more ragged now, and I couldn’t help myself from moaning as his hand moved further under my skirt, and his fingers brushed over my underwear. He began to rub me through my knickers at this, as I spread my legs slightly and closed my eyes, enjoying his touch through the material pressing against me.

“Lay back on the sofa” I heard him say quietly, and so I shifted to lay down across his three-piece suite. He too moved, sliding off the sofa to kneel next to it, before taking hold of my legs and guiding me into a comfortable position. Pushing up my skirt he began to kiss his way up my legs and thighs. I was expecting him to pull down my panties but instead he simply reached up and pulled them to one side to reveal my by-now wet slit, and after kissing up my inner thighs he wasted no time in running his tongue up and down it as I squirmed slightly with pleasure.

With one of my legs on the sofa and the other propped on the floor, I was open and ready for him to get to work on me with his tongue, and he happily explored me with it, running it up and down and slowly pushing it inside me to taste me. After a spell of this exploration, his focus turned to my clit, licking and sucking it as I gasped and moaned on his sofa. My orgasm built quickly, and he had no intention of teasing me, working relentlessly to get me off until I was bucking my hips and moaning loudly as he made me cum. “Did you cum?” he asked as I got my breath back, knowing very well that I had. “Want to again?” As I nodded, he smiled, and wasted no time in pushing his head back between my legs. He took a little more time this time around, licking, sucking and tasting me more slowly and deliberately, before building up the pressure and speed of his tongue and lips on me. By this point I was ready for another release – my legs in their white socks were dangling over his shoulders, the back of my high heels pressing into him and urging him to make me cum. It wasn’t too much longer until I did, with his tongue flickering over my clit until I gripped the sofa as I moaned in pleasure again.

After giving me a little time to recover as he pulled away and sat up, he asked “Would you like to move to my bedroom?” I nodded, getting up a little unsteadily and following him through into an equally spacious bedroom. My eyes were drawn to the large, mirrored wardrobe which filled an entire wall, looking at my flushed face as I stood there dressed as Ranka having just enjoyed to orgasms. Seeing me staring at myself vainly in the mirror, he piped up “You’ll get a better view of yourself on the floor” as he began to undress in front of me. He stripped swiftly, before moving over to me fully naked – and semi-erect – and kissing me hungrily. His hands roamed over me as I returned the kiss, although it wasn’t long before a hand made its way down to my leg, under my skirt, and eventually inside my knickers to start rubbing my still wet pussy as I sighed into his mouth. My own hand made its way to his cock, feeling it grow in my palm as I stroked it. Feeling his hands slide into the waistband of my knickers, we pulled away as he rolled them down my legs and helped me step out of them.

With him already kneeling, he invited me to lay down, and so I was soon on my back on his bedroom floor in my outfit, knickers discarded on the ground with him kneeling in front of me. As I opened my legs for him, he took the invitation to press in between them, and I soon felt him taking hold of his average-sized cock and running it up and down my lips. He slipped inside me slowly and easily as I gasped at the penetration, while he moaned himself as my pussy swallowed his cock. “Fuck that’s tight” he muttered under his breath, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation before he started to move against me. After some slow strokes he soon built a rhythm, and I turned my head to watch myself in the mirror as he leaned over me, thrusting inside me. Seeing me watching, he stopped and suggested I move around slightly, and I shuffled and turned so that I could look more directly into the mirror before he pushed my skirt up higher and eased back into me.

He was fucking me more quickly now, and if I leaned over to look past him I could see up to skirt to his cock sliding easily in and out of my glistening pussy. Although watching him penetrating me like this was exciting, it was also a slightly uncomfortable angle to twist myself at, so eventually I switched my attention to simply bringing my legs up to allow him deeper inside me while enjoying the sensations of sex.

Eventually he pulled out and asked me to turn over, and so next I was on all fours as his cock slipped back inside me. Again I found myself looking over at the mirror, seeing myself with my skirt pushed up, this older man’s hands on my hips as he fucked me, looking down at me as he watched his cock thrusting in me. He was soon picking up the pace, and in the otherwise quiet room you could hear every thrust within me as I got wetter still. “Would you like to be spanked?” I heard him ask breathlessly. “Yes” I said between gasps, before feeling a short, sharp sting on one of my buttocks that caused me to moan. This spurred him on to fuck me harder, and his body was soon slapping against mine, accentuated by the occasional sharp sound and feeling of his hand landing another smack on my backside. Watching myself in the mirror while I was being fucked hard and spanked was turning me on greatly, and eventually I was solely focused on the sensation, my head down and eyes closed as I panted and moaned my way towards release. “Fuck me… make me cum” I cried out almost uncontrollably. “I’m gonna cum too” was his response, to which I could only urge “Don’t stop… keep going…”

Thankfully I reached my crescendo just before he did… after a period on the brink I cried out as my orgasm swept over me, and while I was cumming and my body twitching I heard him moaning and groaning loudly himself before I felt him join me in orgasm as he came inside me, pushing himself tightly against me as he did so.

We separated as our climaxes came to an end, him rocking back on his haunches while I flaked out on the floor. We were silent but for our heavy breathing for a couple of minutes, before I sat up with a “wow”, wiping my brow. We talked a little about the enjoyable experience, before he inquired on whether I was heading back to the con or sticking around. It was definitely time for me to go, so after excusing myself to freshen up I returned to his room to retrieve my knickers, shared an awkward kiss goodbye that was somewhere between a kiss on the cheeks and lips as I wasn’t sure what to go for, and then I headed out into the cold air against my flushed face and body to return to my friend and see what other adventures Comic Con might bring.

The answer was nothing more on that day, but there was always tomorrow…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9sfjih/a_rocking_session_during_comic_con_fm