Unconventional convention fun - A Day 3 distraction (F/M) | 2016

(For day 1 of my convention adventures, go here: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/26h3wb/unconventional_convention_fun_day_1_fm/ - day 2's tale is here: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/26jmvd/unconventional_convention_fun_day_2_fm/ )

After the good sex of the previous day, I should have been satisfied with what had already been a great weekend, but I was sure that my new friend of the past couple of days would be in touch at some point, and on top of that there was also someone else I'd agreed to at least stop by for a drink with too.

This particular man was in his mid-40s, and only visiting the event for one day as a comic book fan of sorts - he didn't know anything about anime or cosplay really, but having seen some of my outfits he'd centred in on me dressing as Catherine, from the video game of the same name. The tight white dress clearly excited him, and as a result I'd decided to wear it on the day he'd be at the show.

Having changed and got into the event as soon as it opened, I'd had a couple of hours walking around when I got a message to say he'd arrived, wondering if I still fancied a drink. I told him I'd be right there, and after making my way through the modest crowds I headed to the nearby bar and found him waiting with a drink. He immediately stood out amongst all of the young fans in both age and dress, wearing a white shirt and trousers rather than a garish t-shirt and jeans, and looking fetchingly mature. His eyes lit up when he spotted me (and just as importantly, the outfit), we acknowledged one another and he offered to buy me a drink. The bar wasn't too busy so he soon returned, eyes gazing over me seated at the table as he handed me my drink.

As we sipped our drinks we made polite conversation - about the weather and the weekend, what the show had been like and talking about how I first got into anime, cosplay and so on. Sensing my openness and receptiveness to his chatter and any jokes he'd thrown around, he lowered his voice a little to enquire about whether I really found dressing up at events like this such a turn-on. When I told him I did, he asked with a smile "even talking to me now?", to which my answer was "especially talking to you now". This was his cue to let me know that seeing me dressed up in this tight fighting white dress with white stockings was exciting for him to, and as I smiled he cheekily, half-jokingly asked how far away my hotel was. Swallowing hard as my heart thumped at the question and the response I knew was coming, I told him it wasn't far at all and that I could show him where it was in a bit. His suggestion that we should finish our drinks quickly in that case was a joke, but we nonetheless both clearly gulped down what remained of them before getting up and heading off, him leading the way.

We talked some more as we walked, his eyes trying to maintain contact with mine but I could see them occasionally shifting to glimpse the rest of my body or down my top. Reaching the hotel and jumping into the lift, he commented on how sexy I was and how he couldn't believe this was happening - any disbelief soon melted once I opened the door to my room and he went inside; as the door closed he told me he didn't think he could keep his hands off me much longer, to which I replied that he didn't need to try to.

This was just the sign that he wanted, as in no time at all I was laid back on the bed as his hands moved up my stocking clad legs to push up my dress, before hooking his fingers into my already damp white thong and peeling it down, manoeuvring it off my legs and over my high heels. Leaving my legs aloft in the air, he pushed them apart as his mouth made straight for my pussy, a surprised moan coming from me as he ignored teasing me to instead move straight to licking and tasting me. The lack of any slow build-up only made this more exciting, his tongue lapping me as his big, strong hands held my thighs to keep my legs spread in the air. He wasn't just licking frantically though... I could tell there was technique and experience to what he was doing too, and the excitement of this new tongue on my pussy (coupled with a bit of an alcohol buzz from my earlier drink) was doing all of the right things to me.

I'm not sure how long he licked me for, but my growing moans left to him sucking and lapping harder at my clit while I felt his hands pushing my legs further apart, massaging my legs a little as he did so - it wasn't long between that and me gripping the sheets and throwing my head back in orgasm, feeling his tongue pushing into me to taste me one last time as my climax subsided before moving away.

Wiping his face which had a smile playing across it, I could see the desire in his eyes, and his words matched them - "I really want to fuck you now" was his request. I asked if he had a condom and he produced one, not worrying about removing his trousers but instead simply unzipping his fly to produce his thick, hard penis and proceed to roll it on. Asking me to turn over, I shifted onto all fours, feeling my dress being pushed up further to reveal myself further to him before that hardness began to press and move between my legs. It took a little while for him to work himself inside me - I think his might have been the thickest cock I've experienced, and it was a little painful for a few moments between that thickness and my probably still being a little sore from the previous day. Eventually he was inside me though, starting to move slowly and carefully while quietly exclaiming that this was the tightest pussy he'd ever fucked.

I sighed and breathed heavily as his pace increased, enjoying the sound of my wetness as he moved in long thrusts inside me, still fucking me relatively slowly. After a while, he pulled out, asking me if I'd ride him - moving to allow him to lay back on the bed, I straddled him, taking a while to get comfortable and get my slightly restrictive dress in the right position before reaching down and guiding him back inside me. Leaning back and enjoying the feeling of that position within me, I began to move, up and down, finding myself further aroused as I looked down over my stockings and suspenders, then to his impressive cock pushing between my pussy lips. Upping the pace, I began to move on him faster, shifting my position a little so I could bounce on him more easily. Once his hands started to explore my body over my outfit, I decided to reach up and unhook the shoulder straps of the outfit, pulling the top down to expose my breasts. This brought a moan of further excitement from him as his hands immediately moved to cup and massage my boobs, before guiding me down so that he could lick and suck on them a little as I remained on top of him.

Sitting back up, I went back to riding him more vigorously, glancing up to catch a look of myself in the hotel room mirror - Catherine's wig still in place, her outfit pulled down at the top to expose my tits and up around my waist to gain access to my pussy. I also got a glimpse of my expression - I was being fucked by a man over 20 years older than me who I'd barely met, and I was absolutely loving it. Lost for a moment in a mix of pleasure and thoughts of what that meant, I was interrupted by him informing me he was getting close to cumming, and asking to fuck me doggy style again. I hopped off him and was back on all fours again, allowing him to slide inside me - easily this time. There was no need for a gentle start now, and he started moving quickly in and out of me, my moans now echoing around the room. Still excited from seeing myself in the mirror, I spurred him on to fuck me, telling him that I wanted to feel him cum. With this, his hands gripped my ass harder as he fucked me relentlessly, telling me how he was going to cum in my young pussy until I felt him push deep into me, groaning as he came inside the condom.

Pulling out of me, I flopped onto the bed feeling somewhat satisfied as he disposed of the condom and straightened himself up. After thanking me for a memorable time and a few other compliments, he was quick to excuse himself and say goodbye - perhaps he was suddenly feeling a little guilty that he'd fucked a girl half his age? Still on the bed I was tempted to masturbate to another orgasm, but decided to save that thought for later, getting up to find, retrieve and put my my white thong back on, spend a little time readjusting and putting my dress back on, checking my makeup and heading back out, wondering if my red cheeks gave away the fact that I'd just been having sex.