Beating the last train home (F/M) | 2016

Since my last adventure before Christmas, it's been a quiet and frustrating new year for me so far - plenty of talk but little action being the order of the day, having talked to various people on Tinder but with nothing having come of it.

A couple of days ago, I found myself making another match and chatting a while with the guy I'd matched with - bearded, in his late 20s with heavily tattooed arms and decent-looking face and body. We got on okay enough to take our chat away from Tinder, and over the course of the day exchanged numerous messages. Like most people, he was a little curious about my love of cosplay when it entered the conversation, but that interest piqued massively when he jokingly asked whether I'd ever dressed as Alice in Wonderland. As it happened I have and still have the outfit to prove it, and that clearly flicked a switch in his head as the conversation heated up somewhat from there.

However, neither of us had a house free to ourselves, so we agreed that any plans would have to wait until next week. By this point my frustration was reaching a peak, and so it seemed was his - late in the evening I received another message asking if I was sure there was nothing we could do to get together. Another conversation ensued, and it was clear that we were both worked up, and by the time all of my housemates were heading to bed I was very much horny, and the guy was very much keen to meet me.

A little apprehensively, I pondered the possibility of him coming over and sneaking in once my housemates were asleep, and before I knew it we were looking up timetables for the last train for the 20 minute journey from him to me. Logistically, if he left in the next 10 minutes or so, he'd only have about 35 minutes before having to get back to the station here for his last train home, so with that knowledge I figured the whole idea was off the cards.

Not so - he told me if I was still keen that he'd come over for a quick meet, and in my current state it was an offer I simply couldn't resist. So, we quickly finalised arrangements for where he needed to go, telling him to send me a message once he was outside the house, and with that he was off to his local station, leaving me sat in my room with my heart almost pounding out of my chest and butterflies in my stomach. Was I really going to do this? Would I get away with it without disturbing my housemates?

Glancing at the clock, there was no turning back now, a fact backed up by a message "jumping on train now" from the guy. So, with a deep breath, I quietly opened up my wardrobe and pulled out the Alice in Wonderland outfit from within, quickly stripping out of my sweater, jeans and underwear, pulling some plain white knickers out of a draw (yes, I still worry about underwear matching an outfit even in this situation!) before putting on the light blue and white Alice dress and carefully putting on and pulling up the white thigh-high socks to complete the outfit.

I then sat and waited for a while until I received the message that he'd arrived at my stop, at which point I quietly crept out of my bedroom, down the stairs and carefully opened the living room door, relieved that the house was still dark and with no lights under doors to suggest any of my housemates were awake. A few minutes later, the next message came, almost causing me to drop my phone which I was clutching tightly - he was outside.

Creeping to the front door, I opened it as quietly as I could, wincing at every creak and noise which seemed loud enough to wake the dead as I opened it up. Peering around the open door I spied him, huddled in a coat from the cold, and as he looked in my direction I beckoned him over, signalling for him to stay quiet with a finger to my lips as he came closer. He nodded in response, and said nothing as I invited him in, trying not to giggle at the way he immediately stopped to politely take off his shoes before he came fully into the house. This took longer than I suspect it normally would have, as his eyes kept darting up to take in my dressed-up figure while he did so.

That done, he gave me an expectant look, and I beckoned for him to follow me into the living room, gingerly and quietly closing the door behind me. The lights in the room were still out, but there was still plenty leaking in through the windows from the street lighting to make it reasonably easy to see one another.

Finally I heard his voice as a quiet whisper - a gruff, accented voice that I couldn't quite place - that said simply "I bet you'd look so good sucking my cock like that". Before letting that sink in though he leaned in and kissed me hard, and for a few minutes our tongues played with one another, his hands soon moving to squeeze my ass then work under my skirt to stroke my thighs and toy around the edges of and over my underwear. As he broke the kiss I took that as a cue, moving him over near to the sofa so that I could kneel on a comfortable rug in front of him, and without breaking eye contact I worked on undoing his belt and trousers, quickly pulling them and his briefs down and letting his hard cock spring free. With little time to spare, I quickly let my lips slip around the head, flicking my tongue over it before letting it slip further into my mouth. His length was such that I couldn't take it all into my mouth, but I was soon bobbing my head as I sucked him, glancing up to see him with his eyes closed, hearing his heavy breathing (and mine) in the quiet of the house.

I wasn't sure whether he was planning to cum more than once, but I sucked fast and hard while also working with my tongue to try and bring him off quickly in the assumption that he might - he seemed less confident in that though, and as it felt like he was getting close he quietly asked for me to stop and he moved himself away from me, his cock popping out of my open mouth.

"Let me do you know" he said, quietly, and as I stood up he kissed me again for a while, aware of him kicking off his trousers and briefs before I felt both hands fumbling under my skirt, finding the waistband of my knickers and pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, he moved me over to sit on the sofa, completing the removal of my knickers down my legs and off my feet. Pushing my legs apart and my skirt up, his tongue made straight for my already wet pussy, and he was soon lapping at me while I breathed hard from the feelings this brought forth. Eventually, with the guidance of his hands I hooked my stocking-clad legs over his shoulders, sighing as his lips closed around my clit. I began to moan quietly as he sucked on it, leading to me reaching for a cushion on the sofa to muffle my voice if needed. Every now and then I glanced over at the closed living room door, wondering what would happen if a housemate came down and saw me here, dressed as Alice with my knickers on the floor and a stranger licking my pussy.

As my excitement was starting to build nicely from his licking and sucking, I felt him began to pull away and get up. "Don't stop, I'm getting close" I said too loudly, my eyes darting to the door and my ears straining to hear movement upstairs as I worried that might have echoed through to my housemates rooms. He duly complied by spreading my legs wider, reaching out to let a couple of fingers rub my clit and then up and down my lips before sinking them inside me. He fingered me briskly for a while before leaning back down and returning his tongue to my clit, and that combination had my excitement building nicely - trying to keep as quiet as I could was proving more and more difficult, and my restrained moans became more desperate as I felt my orgasm coming. Eventually I grabbed the cushion again, planting it over my face as my legs shook a little and my hips bucked, moaning loud into it as he continued his ministrations until I could take no more and all but kicked him away, panting.

While I recovered, he moved away and reached for his trousers, fishing around for and pulling out the one condom he had with him. He whispered to me to move onto the floor as he tore open the packet and eased the condom onto his rock hard cock. Having moved to sit on the floor, I laid back on the rug towards the middle of the living room after watching him roll on the condom, opening my legs as he shuffled over to me and placing himself between them. As he learned forward over me, I felt him rubbing his penis up and own my pussy lips, before then feeling them parting as he very slowly edged into me. It took a fair few strokes before he was most of the way inside me, and I sighed with pleasure once I felt the first full thrust of his cock into me.

After adjusting his position to get more comfortable, he was soon slipping easily in and out of me as I moaned softly, loving the sound of his cock penetrating my wetness. Leaning over me, he moved his face towards my ear and whispered about how good I looked being fucked dressed as Alice, and in response I pulled my legs up, moving my hips a little to encourage him to move faster and harder. He duly did this, fucking me more quickly and thrusting with more power as he did so.

A few minutes late he pulled out, taking hold of me and moving me. I realised he wanted me to turn over, so I rolled onto my front and got onto my hands and knees on the rug. I felt his hands pushing up my skirt and massaging my ass and thighs a little, before he again moved forward and sunk back inside me. Once he had a rhythm built up, he began to fuck me harder, until my sighs and moans began to escalate in volume again and I stopped him to stretch out and grab the trusty cushion again, giving me something to bury my face in if needed. He seemed to take this as a sign to fuck me as hard as he could, his relatively muscular body pistoning his cock in and out of me and leaving me needing the cushion to cover my louder moans. My head resting on the floor, this gave me the balance required to reach under my skirt and rub my clit, my fingers brushing against his cock as he fucked me. Unfortunately for me, this didn't last as long as I needed, and I felt him gripping me tightly before pushing deep into me as he came, grunting as quietly as he could while he filled the condom before taking a moment to regain his breath as he pulled slowly out of me.

I turned back around, flopping onto the rug and breathing hard myself, and as his head cleared he looked at his watch and whispered "shit, I have to go before the last train". Looking at the LCD clock in the room, he was right, and so he hurried to dispense with the condom and grab his pants and trousers, pulling them back on awkwardly whilst still trying not to make any noise. Fully dressed, he gave me a quick kiss and a "that was amazing", which was my cue to painstakingly open the living room door, then the front door, to let him out on his way, watching his brisk walk turn into a jog once he got away from the house.

Closing the door again, I returned to the living room for my discarded knickers, and then stopped with a glance up the stairs. Happy there was no sign of movement, I slipped back into the living room and closed the door again, resuming my previous position on all fours on the rug. Leaning my forehead on the cushion still on the floor, I pushed my hand back under my skirt and went straight back to my still wet pussy, frantically rubbing my clit. As I did so, my mind replayed what had just gone on - being fucked on the floor by a stranger while my housemates slept upstairs - then spiced things up with some other thoughts... a housemate spying me or walking in on me being fucked, one of my male housemates finding me right now and fucking me, me walking in on a housemate having sex right here instead. These ideas swirling in my head, I came hard, moaning loudly and deeply into the cushion before my legs gave out from under me and I rolled to one side onto the floor.

Waiting to regain my breath, I finally picked myself up and grabbed my knickers from the floor, leaving the living room and stopping at the kitchen for some water for my parched throat before very quietly padding upstairs to my room, carefully shedding my outfit and dropping into bed after pulling on a t-shirt.

The next day, I sat laughing and joking with my housemates in the living room, but I couldn't stop looking at the rug before me as I remembered what I'd done the night before.