A late night brings an unexpected meeting (F/M) | 2016

After my brief encounter earlier in the day, it was time to dress up and eventually meet my friends who were also at the weekend's convention. Somewhat satisfied I did just that, and the remainder of the day was spent chatting, drinking, posing for photos and attending various events around the convention.

Oh course, during periods of just sitting around I couldn't resist some more Tinder swiping, and matched with at least a couple of people at the same event. I struck up conversations with them and chatted casually a little, before a text message on my phone popped up which surprised me: "Hey, remember me?" it read.

To rewind a little, back in May during another big event I'd spent some time talking to a guy who I ultimately didn't get to meet with due to scheduling and phone battery issues. To be honest, more so than at any other time I was incredibly disappointed that we didn't get to meet, as sexually he was my perfect match: he was a voyeur to my exhibitionist, he totally understood my cosplay fetish, and we complemented one another perfectly in whatever kinky Venn diagram you might wish to draw. Oh, and he was smart and hot too, so all the boxes were ticked. As so often happens with online acquaintances, we talked a little immediately after the event and promised to keep in touch, then never did, and at some point I felt guilty that I hadn't checked in with him to the point where I didn't dare message him again.

Anyhow, as it turns out this guy was also at the same convention as me, and in an even more freakish streak of luck he'd just randomly peered over the shoulder of his convention roommate only to see him talking to me. Reminded of our unfinished business he'd decided to drop me a line, and here we were back in touch again. During that evening, we swapped messages here and there while I wasn't engaged with friends or anything else, and (in my head at least) it was clear we needed to meet.

The next day, I was up early and dressing in cosplay - as Mami from Madoka Magica for the first time in a little while, sporting a white blouse and brown corset/dress with black hold-up stockings and boots. Again, the pattern was the same as the previous day - lots of photos, chatter with good friends and hanging out doing whatever the group felt like. It wasn't until well into the afternoon that I eventually got a message from my reunited "friend" who'd messaged me out of the blue the previous day - it turned out he'd been drinking hard and was trying to sleep off the after effects.

So the day wore into night, and being the Saturday night of a big convention there were to be no early nights - after a long period of hanging around outdoors the night's slight chill and the desire for some cheaper alcohol sent us to one of my friend's rooms to talk loudly and drink for a few hours, until everyone decided to call it a night around half 1 in the morning. The walk back to the room was a slow one as my decidedly more drunk roommate staggered alongside me, and eventually we made it back and he all but passed out within minutes. Things weren't quite so simple for me - a day in cosplay had left me with some unsatisfied yearnings that I could do nothing about, and besides I wasn't feeling sleepy anyway nor did I want to take off my outfit yet, stubborn as I am.

A little emboldened by the drink, I sent a message to my "perfect match" to see if he was still awake - lo and behold, he was, and in a similarly sleepless situation. Thus, we struck up a text conversation that went on for some time - catching up on what we'd be doing recently, my cosplay plans and so on, and of course at some point the discussion got decidedly more explicit as we sat talking about fantasies and ideal scenarios.

Here we were, both openly admitting we were now feeling horny, both bemoaning our roommates, and both in full knowledge of what turned the other on. "I wish I could go stand outside your room and masturbate" was his opening gambit which suddenly ramped up the discussion. I pointed out that this would wake my roommate, to which he suggested maybe I could go somewhere else... a stairwell or similar. I replied that there are security cameras around the building, then paused as my brain all but whispered into my ear... "There's a secluded field not far from my room though" I typed without thinking.

The conversation as to where this place was continued, and the next thing we knew he was heading out of his room, leaving his own sleeping roommate behind to investigate. "It's so quiet, there's literally no-one around any more" he messaged - unsurprisingly as it was 3AM. " I think I've found your accommodation block" was the next, then "I see the field. Still nobody here. Want to come out?".

"Okay" was my simple response as I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and then quietly picked up my bag and slipped the room key into it, before equally quietly putting on my boots and opening the room door painstakingly slowly to let myself out without disturbing my sleeping roommate. I hurried through the corridors, through the doors and outside, and there around the corner I could see him. Waving shyly, I approached him - he was younger than me by over 2 years, only a head shorter, and with blonde hair that matched mine to the point where we could have been perverted twins. He was also easily as cute as his photos, which left me feeling a little inhibited for once as he met.

Silently, he beckoned that we should take a walk, and once we were further away from the building we struck up some quiet chat as we walked slowly, enjoying the cool air and silent surroundings that were so different to the noise of previous hours. It wasn't long until we reached the area I'd been referring to - a grassy area scattered with trees that hit it from the road and nearby buildings, and out of sight unless you walked right through it yet still well-lit enough by nearby street lights to have reasonable visibility.

"Shall we keep walking and talking, or would you really let me watch you masturbate here?" he asked bluntly, his piercing eyes softened by a big smile. A little flustered but more than equally aroused, I told him to let me find a good spot, and wandered around to find a good, soft and grassy clean patch. As I was about to sit down, he interjected: "Before that, can you lift your skirt? I want to see properly what you're wearing underneath." Smiling and blushing, I lifted my brown skirt slowly and teasingly, until first my bare thighs and then my small black thong came into view. Smiling wider himself now, he responded "I love it... suits you and the outfit".

After turning around to give him a quick show of my ass, I finally settled down and got myself comfortably sat on the grass - looking up, I saw him watching me intently as I reached under my skirt, lifted my hips and pulled the thong slowly down my legs and off, stuffing it into the top of my bag. Wishing I had a towel or something but deciding not to worry about it, I then lay back onto the grass, bending my legs at the knee and spreading my legs to grant him a view of my pussy as he decided to kneel down on the ground to get a better view himself. Exposing myself to him out in the open was a real thrill, and I didn't need to be told to reach between my legs to push up my skirt a little and begin to trace a finger across my pussy lips.

While my initial thoughts were to tease him, those initial touches only reminded me of how much I needed a release, and I couldn't resist for long before I slipped into my usual masturbation routine or rubbing my clit quickly but firmly, occasionally stopping to thrust a couple of fingers inside me for a spell before returning to my clit. Before I began to lose myself in my own efforts, I did see him unzip his jeans, pull out his cock and begin to stroke it slowly without skipping a beat or taking his eyes off me - watching him play with his hard cock at the sight of me masturbating in cosplay only fuelled my own excitement further, sending me into a session of rubbing myself harder and faster as I sought out my orgasm. I lost track of how long that search took, but I do remember trying to hold back my loudest moans as my hips bucked and legs shook while I came.

Regaining my senses, I looked down to see him still stroking himself slowly, trying not to push himself over while taking in every moment of what he was seeing before him, wide-eyed and smiling. Encouraged by the continued silence of my captive one-man audience, I let my hand return between my legs, and finding that any sensitivity from my orgasm had subsided again let two fingers push deep into my wetness and begin to move in and out. This time my masturbation was more for his benefit than my own, and I lifted my legs to spread-eagle them lewdly to further encourage him, still stroking his cock in rapt attention as he watched me, still dressed as Mami but with skirt pushed up, legs apart and knickers nowhere to be seen fingering myself on the grass before him.

I continued to masturbate before him for a little longer, both of us silent apart from heavy breathing and occasional moans from me, before I finally heard his voice again: "Could I maybe give you a hand?" Slowing my movements and with a final flourish, I moved my hand away by way of an invitation, at which point he released his penis from his hand and quickly scooted over in front of me. His hand stroked one leg slowly from ankle to thigh, then the other, taking in the feel of my stockings up to my bare, exposed thighs before finally reaching between them. I enjoyed the sensation of his fingers on my pussy as he found the wetness emanating from me, rubbing up and down my lips for a while before making me moan and almost yelp as two of his fingers slipped into me, filling me more than my own had done just seconds previously. He was soon fingering me rapidly, my wetness allowing his fingers to move quickly in and out with the noise of them stirring up my juices inside me. Leaning over me, he continued to finger me rapidly, clearly enjoying the moans it brought forth from me, before switching to rubbing my clit at lightning speed at observing the reaction that brought forth. I wasn't even thinking about whether I was being loud at this point - another orgasm was closing in and I was moving my hips and seeking another release. At one point I think his hand started to tire, and as he slowed down slightly I all-but shouted "don't stop!", looking over to see him gritting his teeth and redoubling his efforts in response until I came, more loudly this time. I moaned and thrashed while he continued to furiously rub my clit until I couldn't take any more and grabbed his wrist while I pulled myself away from his ministrations.

This second orgasm left me panting for breath, and he was also breathing hard as he recovered from his own efforts. Coming down from my orgasm, I looked over to see his full erection still poking out of his pants in spite of the slightly chilly weather, and I knew what I (and I assumed he) wanted. "Do you want to fuck me?" I enquired, still breathlessly, and unsurprisingly he answered into the affirmative. I reached over into my bag, rifling through in the half-light until I found what I was looking for and handed the condom to him.

"Do you want to turn over?" he asked as he proceeded to open the packet, and so I sat myself up off the grass, turning over onto all fours and tantalisingly pointing my ass towards him. I heard the jangle of a belt and looked around to see him pulling his pants to his knees before rolling on the condom. He awkwardly sidled up behind me, and spent some time running the tip of his cock up and down my lips before finally sinking easily and fully into my wetness.

After all of my teasing before him, this was a quick five-minute fuck - his hands gripping my hips as he pistoned in and out of me, building up a rhythm then fucking me hard. Although nowhere near another orgasm I was still enjoying the experience - of feeling another new cock in me; of being fucked in cosplay and moaning while a cock penetrated me out in the open like this. Eventually his thrusts increased in intensity, and he groaned quietly as he came into the condom, pushing deep into me several times and making me moan until he pulled out, spent.

Another quick period of recovery later we were both back on our feet, rearranging clothes while he whispered to me that I should go back to my room without putting my thong back on. With a shrug, I decided why not, and after a cheery "see you tomorrow" that you'd expect to hear from friends at a bus stop rather than two people who'd just been fucking, we headed back to our rooms. I let myself into the room as silently as possible, stripped quickly and quietly out of my cosplay and collapsed into my bed naked. It was gone 4AM by this point, and my only regret came when I was woken by my roommate just four hours later - feigning a hangover, I waved him away for a couple of hours more sleep. I figured I'd need the energy to fully enjoy the last day of the convention, and I was right - I just wasn't expecting to enjoy it in quite the way it ended up...