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Cosplay Beth
My first time with Cosplay Beth.
By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.
She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide
into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth
later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a
fingernail as she waited impatiently.
She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair
of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!”
and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings
in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic
pole
The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn’t notice any
bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide
and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest.
Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild
and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into
flames if she stepped outside. She didn’t look much older than the
drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult
millennial in the big city.
“Seventy Three!”
She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her
suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could
almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step
in before she made a terrible mistake.
“Excuse me. That’s my Butt.” I said.
“I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously.
“Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see.
“Oh, right. I’m sorry. I’m in a different world today.”
“You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook
or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I’ll have that
Butt now.” I said holding my hands out.
“Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart.
“Yeah, What’s a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I’m
actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be
seven of us total. Eight, if you’d like to have a taste of this Butt.” I
said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.”
I added, extending my hand.
“Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What’s that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner.
“Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad’ sounds too douchey.”
“What do they call your father?”
“Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he’s too old to even
pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.”
“Oh, well that’s good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice.
“He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that’s for sure.”
“Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again.
“Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.”
“Oh, yeah… Right…”
“So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You’d even out the group.”
“I don’t see why not. Could be fun, right?”
“Splendid! That means you’ll have to come over tonight to get your
character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I’ll
feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.”
“Oh, I don’t know…”
“You’ll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where
you’ll be. There’s even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.”
“Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously.
“No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in
a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a
charm.
“Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me.
“It’s a lazy meal night. It’s just a store bought Italian dressing,
but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor
grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink
the hook in deeper. I’m not going to broil a steak. That’s ridiculous.
“Grill it!”
“Agreed. So I’ll see you at 6:30 then?”
“Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker.
“Eighty Three!” said the butcher.
“I think you’re eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“
“Oh. That’s me!” She said turning towards the counter.
We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet
up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and
maybe even more than that. I’m not the type of guy to jump into bed
with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in
my life she might fit.
6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth:
“Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there’s no cell service
down there. I’m walking up to street level now. I’ll be at your place in
Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?”
I responded:
“Hey, glad you’re on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse.
All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that’s not
good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from
the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer.
Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?”
She responded:
“Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.”
She wasn’t kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted
my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20
minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time.
I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new
friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn’t have a
key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all
had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take
off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering.
I left the front door open and she let herself in.
“Hello? TJ?”
“In the kitchen.”
“Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug.
She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while
were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching
pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open
toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left
them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She
also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her
neck exposed.
“I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?”
“Medium. It’s okay if it’s a little rare, just don’t cook it too much, please.”
“Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.”
“Do you need any help with the cooking?”
“Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?”
“Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot.
“Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks.
I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes.
“How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks.
I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back.
“Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said.
Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was
just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part.
“This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues’ P.O.’d India Pale Ale’? Is it new?”
“It’s from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send
it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a
drinking problem.” I said in jest.
“Isn’t it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?”
“It’s a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed.
It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.”
“Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it’s a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn’t telling her that.
“Yeah. It’s got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups
enjoyed. The male groups said it’s refreshing, but might be too easy to
drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true.
Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then
dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had
just finished my fourth.
“Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some.
“Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test.
“Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve.
“That’d be perfect!” She said all too eagerly.
Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the
settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her
messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming
books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her
surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human
Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the
story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn’t surprised by the
content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin
thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group,
Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her
way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was
playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set
fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though.
It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last
toon’s “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue.
We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat
some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I
noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through
her tight shirt. My apartment isn’t that cold. I like it to be around
seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C
isn’t needed.
The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is
to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters
she’s played at conventions and ren faires. She’s even done some minor
MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly
shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a
mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that
was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and
love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand
was between her legs in a provocative manner.
“Whoops… You weren’t supposed to see that… Sorry”
“Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone.
“Okay, but they really aren’t much to look at. Really.” She said modestly.
The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some
were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an
eye-full of side and under boob, though.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully.
I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay
pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased
with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a
Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back
to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting
her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold
glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she
pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I’m pretty sure she was
feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the
couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our
beers down and started making out like ninth graders.
I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face
and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon
explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while
both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She
reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn’t pull on her hair the
wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she
continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a
light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands
explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into
the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee
underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and
grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now
kneeling on both sides of my pelvis.
We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my
undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back.
My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She
felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled
and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were
sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a
subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I
continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and
rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her
underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on
unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my
mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger
with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy.
“Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding
her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants
off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have
prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my
boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down
straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises
this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into
the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right
hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was
wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her
cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock
with her hand. She couldn’t see it past my head or through my shorts,
but she was certainly pleased with it’s size and current level of
petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts
down.
I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head-
butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and
took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock
against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I’ve ever
seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now
dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick
through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom
cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn’t notice them until now… They
were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both
on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and
slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my
fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her
string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening
and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto
me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest.
Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to
rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her.
“Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She
made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a
condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one
free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when
the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she
still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her
orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one
hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic
hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we
going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch.
“What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too
close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another
passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands
found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got
between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing
the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn’t heavy
enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that
she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the
medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as her hands stroked my
cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth
opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from
the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line
when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She
started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely
blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my
eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the
hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down.
She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip’s slit,
lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it,
too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that
she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the
condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a
magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my
sack. I’m kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her
fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug
into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way,
our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to
thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half
of my shaft inside her.
I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix
give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was
incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she’d have to
take that herself, I wasn’t going to hurt her. Once I got into a good
rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support
my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on
her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her
squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she
started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing
on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch.
My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my
shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside
her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I
shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time.
I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing
the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on
her neck as I squeezed, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her mouth creased
into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum
again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy
gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck
and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace
quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was
suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls
as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and
leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a
similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third
orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her
clit.
“Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her
face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed.
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She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide
into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth
later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a
fingernail as she waited impatiently.
She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair
of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!”
and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings
in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic
pole
The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn’t notice any
bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide
and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest.
Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild
and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into
flames if she stepped outside. She didn’t look much older than the
drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult
millennial in the big city.
“Seventy Three!”
She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her
suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could
almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step
in before she made a terrible mistake.
“Excuse me. That’s my Butt.” I said.
“I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously.
“Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see.
“Oh, right. I’m sorry. I’m in a different world today.”
“You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook
or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I’ll have that
Butt now.” I said holding my hands out.
“Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart.
“Yeah, What’s a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I’m
actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be
seven of us total. Eight, if you’d like to have a taste of this Butt.” I
said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.”
I added, extending my hand.
“Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What’s that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner.
“Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad’ sounds too douchey.”
“What do they call your father?”
“Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he’s too old to even
pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.”
“Oh, well that’s good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice.
“He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that’s for sure.”
“Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again.
“Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.”
“Oh, yeah… Right…”
“So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You’d even out the group.”
“I don’t see why not. Could be fun, right?”
“Splendid! That means you’ll have to come over tonight to get your
character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I’ll
feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.”
“Oh, I don’t know…”
“You’ll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where
you’ll be. There’s even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.”
“Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously.
“No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in
a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a
charm.
“Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me.
“It’s a lazy meal night. It’s just a store bought Italian dressing,
but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor
grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink
the hook in deeper. I’m not going to broil a steak. That’s ridiculous.
“Grill it!”
“Agreed. So I’ll see you at 6:30 then?”
“Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker.
“Eighty Three!” said the butcher.
“I think you’re eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“
“Oh. That’s me!” She said turning towards the counter.
We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet
up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and
maybe even more than that. I’m not the type of guy to jump into bed
with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in
my life she might fit.
6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth:
“Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there’s no cell service
down there. I’m walking up to street level now. I’ll be at your place in
Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?”
I responded:
“Hey, glad you’re on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse.
All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that’s not
good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from
the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer.
Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?”
She responded:
“Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.”
She wasn’t kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted
my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20
minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time.
I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new
friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn’t have a
key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all
had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take
off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering.
I left the front door open and she let herself in.
“Hello? TJ?”
“In the kitchen.”
“Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug.
She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while
were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching
pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open
toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left
them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She
also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her
neck exposed.
“I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?”
“Medium. It’s okay if it’s a little rare, just don’t cook it too much, please.”
“Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.”
“Do you need any help with the cooking?”
“Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?”
“Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot.
“Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks.
I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes.
“How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks.
I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back.
“Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said.
Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was
just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part.
“This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues’ P.O.’d India Pale Ale’? Is it new?”
“It’s from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send
it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a
drinking problem.” I said in jest.
“Isn’t it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?”
“It’s a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed.
It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.”
“Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it’s a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn’t telling her that.
“Yeah. It’s got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups
enjoyed. The male groups said it’s refreshing, but might be too easy to
drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true.
Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then
dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had
just finished my fourth.
“Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some.
“Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test.
“Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve.
“That’d be perfect!” She said all too eagerly.
Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the
settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her
messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming
books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her
surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human
Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the
story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn’t surprised by the
content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin
thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group,
Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her
way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was
playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set
fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though.
It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last
toon’s “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue.
We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat
some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I
noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through
her tight shirt. My apartment isn’t that cold. I like it to be around
seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C
isn’t needed.
The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is
to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters
she’s played at conventions and ren faires. She’s even done some minor
MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly
shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a
mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that
was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and
love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand
was between her legs in a provocative manner.
“Whoops… You weren’t supposed to see that… Sorry”
“Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone.
“Okay, but they really aren’t much to look at. Really.” She said modestly.
The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some
were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an
eye-full of side and under boob, though.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully.
I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay
pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased
with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a
Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back
to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting
her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold
glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she
pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I’m pretty sure she was
feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the
couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our
beers down and started making out like ninth graders.
I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face
and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon
explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while
both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She
reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn’t pull on her hair the
wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she
continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a
light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands
explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into
the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee
underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and
grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now
kneeling on both sides of my pelvis.
We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my
undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back.
My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She
felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled
and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were
sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a
subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I
continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and
rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her
underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on
unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my
mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger
with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy.
“Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding
her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants
off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have
prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my
boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down
straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises
this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into
the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right
hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was
wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her
cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock
with her hand. She couldn’t see it past my head or through my shorts,
but she was certainly pleased with it’s size and current level of
petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts
down.
I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head-
butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and
took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock
against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I’ve ever
seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now
dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick
through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom
cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn’t notice them until now… They
were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both
on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and
slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my
fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her
string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening
and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto
me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest.
Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to
rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her.
“Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She
made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a
condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one
free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when
the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she
still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her
orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one
hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic
hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we
going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch.
“What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too
close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another
passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands
found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got
between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing
the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn’t heavy
enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that
she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the
medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as her hands stroked my
cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth
opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from
the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line
when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She
started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely
blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my
eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the
hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down.
She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip’s slit,
lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it,
too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that
she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the
condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a
magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my
sack. I’m kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her
fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug
into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way,
our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to
thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half
of my shaft inside her.
I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix
give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was
incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she’d have to
take that herself, I wasn’t going to hurt her. Once I got into a good
rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support
my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on
her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her
squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she
started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing
on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch.
My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my
shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside
her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I
shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time.
I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing
the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on
her neck as I squeezed, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her mouth creased
into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum
again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy
gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck
and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace
quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was
suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls
as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and
leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a
similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third
orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her
clit.
“Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her
face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed.
“That…was pretty
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