A cosplay session maid my morning [FM]

After the adventures of the night and a couple of orgasms before bed (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5tortq/first_visit_to_a_swingers_club_fm/), it wasn’t too surprising that I slept soundly that night even if it was in a strange bed. I still needed to catch a train home and wanted plenty of time to spare though, so I was awoken by the alarm on my phone sounding.

Switching it off and seeing that my host for the night didn’t seem to be stirring, I decided to put the kettle on to make coffee and jump in the shower. By the time I’d showered, dried off and pulled on a t-shirt to leave the bathroom, I found the coffee made and the guy awake, albeit looking sleepy and with tousled hair in a way that was rather appealing.

Sitting at the kitchen table, we both sipped quietly at our coffee for a while, until he finally piped up to ask what I wanted for breakfast. Telling him I wasn’t really fussed (I’m not a breakfast person), I asked him what he was having. I should have seen the response coming from miles away… “Hopefully you in this outfit of yours”. Cheesy though it was it made me giggle, so getting up from my seat I told him to give me a while and headed back to the bedroom to find my bag.

First visit to a swingers club [FM]

I mentioned at the end of my last post that I was waiting for someone to come and pick me up, so here’s the story of what happened…

Alongside my brief Comic Con meet, I’d also made a number of matches on Tinder. While most of them went nowhere, one conversation took a surprising turn – after matching with a guy in his early 40s, we made the usual introductory small talk, before he moved on to asking me what I was doing that evening. I thought I knew where this was going as I replied that I had nothing planned, but his response shocked me: “I’m thinking of heading to a swingers club tonight. Want to join?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, and after gawping at the screen for a while I responded simply that I’d never been to one before and didn’t know anything about them. This wasn’t strictly to – I at least know vaguely what they’re all about – but was certainly curious to know more. So, we moved to a different messaging system and trading back and forth discussion – he’d been to the club in question a few times, and explained to me how everything worked, what went on there and so on. As well as being handsome, he was polite but to the point, and as we chatted while I sat on the train back to my friend’s place I was incredibly nervous and could feel my heart thumping in my chest at just the thought of visiting a club like that, but was also sold on the idea.

The Day of the Doctor? [FM]

It’s been a boring and frustrating start to the year, but at last this weekend brought about the year’s first Comic Con for me, meaning a trip across the country, a Friday night staying at a friend’s house who happened to live pretty close to the convention, and then an early start on Saturday morning to get changed into cosplay and jump onto a local train for the event.

My outfit of choice for the day was my second time dressing as Rem from Re:Zero (http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf), kitting myself out in a maid’s outfit, with a short skirt and white thigh-high socks. As it was just a one day event I wasn’t holding out much hope of any encounters but was at least determined to try and see what, if anything, cropped up. So, once I arrived and the event started I not only spent some time swiping matches on Tinder but also posted in a couple of other places to see whether anyone in the area was at or near the event.

Delivering an extra present [FM]

I’m home with my family for Christmas, and ever since I learned to drive one of my festive chores has been to go around and deliver cards and presents to local relatives and family friends around my hometown – not a particularly enjoyable prospect, as it invariably involves a long afternoon of smiling at pleasantries from aunts and uncles, and trying not to be press-ganged into coming in for drinks or foods and end up trapped there for hours.

Another reason for my dread over the past couple of years has been the prospect of delivering cards and presents to my ex-boyfriend’s house – although we get on okay it’s always awkward when we meet, and our families have remained friends which is also makes for tricky conversations in itself. Last year I managed to slip their card and present through the door with no trouble, but this year my heart sank as I rang the doorbell and, just as I was ready to deposit their goodies, I heard thudding downstairs. When the door opened, I was at least a little relieved that rather than my ex or his parents, it was his younger brother that opened the door to me.

So much older, so much hotter [FM]

I was away cosplaying at another event this weekend – my last for the year, so I was hoping it would also provide me with some interesting experiences. On my first day at the event I was with friends so had to behave myself, although that didn’t stop me from checking Tinder whenever I had a spare moment. At the end of the day my friends left to go home while I checked into my hotel for the weekend, leaving me to my own devices – nothing of interest came my way during the evening, but my Tinder search at least provided some decent distractions.

The most notable of these came via a surprising match – in the midst of all of the guys and girls around my age and a little older, up popped a grey-haired, distinguished elderly gentleman who was listed as 72 years old. As he was outside of the age range I was searching for on Tinder I knew he must have found and swiped right on me, and I couldn’t resist doing the same and completing the match. As I suspected, we were matched, and he soon popped up to say hello and start talking to me.

Checked on the convention door, checked out in my hotel [FM]

After a fun Friday at the convention in my last story, the Saturday of this three day event was a far more sedate one – a group of friends arrived early in the morning, so we spent the day at the event cosplaying, and after an evening of drinking a few of them crashed in my hotel room for the night before leaving on Sunday morning.

This means that I was left to my own devices for the final day, where I was wearing a brand new outfit for the day – Rem from Re:Zero. It’s basically this outfit: http://imgur.com/qWXyUTf – a maid’s outfit, with a shortish skirt and white thigh-high socks. Putting on the outfit for the first time properly, the skirt was a little shorter than I’d actually planned, but the outfit was otherwise great and I headed out feeling quite excited about a day of showing it off to people.

Four convention buddies, two satisfying encounters [FM] [FM]

Last weekend was a big convention weekend for me, so once again I headed off with a case full of cosplay outfits. While the event lasted three days all of my friends were only going to be there for the second day, leaving me to check into the hotel alone for the first night, although not before a day of hanging out at the event looking around and posing for photos. While I had all-new outfits for the mainstay of the weekend, after a lot of pondering I’d opted for an old classic for the first day in the form of Mami Tomoe from Madoka Magica, featuring a white blouse and brown corset/dress with black hold-up stockings and knickers.

The event ran into the early evening for its first day but I was done and my feet aching with an hour or so still to go, so collected my bags, headed to my hotel right next to the event and flopped out on the bed after checking in. Of course, my mind soon wandered to how to spend the evening, and to see if I could spice things up I’d soon fired up Tinder and went merrily swiping through anyone interesting the immediate area with a particular interest in others who’d clearly been at the same event.

A visit from male strippers (M/M/F/F)

I wasn’t planning to head to any conventions until the end of October, but a phone call from a friend – the same friend who ended up in this story https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4afjac/a_drive_a_smoke_and_lots_more_fmf/ – late in the day changed that. She’d decided to head to a convention up north, had already booked a hotel for the weekend and was willing to let me use it without paying, and a quick check found some cheap train tickets to travel there. With nothing else planned, I agreed to go with her, and so plans were made. Having learnt about my interests in meeting people for fun while at events, she prodded me quite a lot about whether I was planning anything, and although she seemed adamant that she wasn’t interested for herself I wasn’t quite sure.

A new Tinder world record? (F/M)

Last weekend was one of the year’s big conventions, so that meant a Thursday night of cramming far too many clothes and outfits into bags, and a Friday morning of travelling up the country with those big bags in tow. For once, I didn’t have a room to myself, but was instead staying with one of my housemates (yes, the one from this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4i5gmu/a_very_unexpected_drunken_time_with_a_housemate_fm/) as his boyfriend couldn’t make it and so some shuffling of arrangements left us sharing.

However, as he was travelling from elsewhere he wasn’t expected to arrive until some point that evening, which left me all alone to drag my bags from the train station onto a bus for the short ride to where the event was held so that I could register and get our room key. Although I thought I was arriving earlier than most, it turned out I was mistaken – I was left standing in what seemed like an endless queue for registration and rooms that left me wondering if I should have arrived earlier or later myself. Bored and with nothing else to do, I naturally opened up my phone, fired up Tinder, and half-heartedly swiped away for a bit, keeping a look out for others that looked likely to be at the same convention.

Taking full advantage of a local convention (F/M)

Last weekend was a rarity for me – an event really close to my home… or at least, the student house that I call home. Although I’m back staying with my family for the summer break, I chose to spend the weekend back there to make life easier, as it was a short train hop from there to the event arena and back.

With all my housemates also out that weekend I had the place to myself, and after a Friday night of arriving, buying some basic groceries and then lounging around I was up early on Saturday morning to get changed. I’d been torn on what outfit to wear, but decided to go for an old classic as video game character Catherine.

It took me longer than I might have liked to get ready, and by the time I was fully dressed in the heels and tight white dress with stockings and suspenders and made it to the station it was a little busy there. Needless to say, I was getting a lot of looks from other passengers as I waited and boarded the train, which was a strange little thrill in itself.