I was dressed up as a female superhero, wearing a skin-tight, spandex jumpsuit that revealed my every curve, my every crevice, and left little to the imagination. The crack of my ass was clearly visible as my buttocks raged against the seat of the costume, my navel was prominently displayed in the front, and when you caught me at just the right angle, I was certain one could make out a generous glimpse of camel toe between my legs.
I was a sight that I felt certain would make any boy at that con sweat buckets...
In addition to the barely-there suit, I wore a small, dainty little cape around my neck. And most significantly of all, I wore a slight black mask that concealed my face around my eyes and nose- concealing the real me from view, without detracting from the extent to which a man could still find me attractive- or hell, for that matter, a woman...
I was going into this con with a completely open mind, feeling as though the world itself lay at my feet, and I wasn't going to be too picky as to who I allowed to unravel the tight material of my outfit and ravish the treasures underneath.
I took a last, intensely deep breath, and steeled my nerve. I stepped out of the car, and working up every ounce of bravery that I possessed, I made my way in the direction of the convention center.
God, I loved cons... I loved the sea of bodies swarming around me, dressed up in attire that reflected innumerable passions for just about any sci-fi or fantasy franchise you could imagine, and some which you might never have expected. There were space men and superheroes, wizards and werewolves, medieval warriors and time travelers from the future. There were costumes that spanned from minimalist and basic to the most elaborate you could possibly imagine, everyone seeming to compete with one another in a friendly way for the attainment of the greatest authenticity. And honestly, it seemed to me that anyone there could have stood a shot at earning the title of most realistic costume- these were nerds who did not skimp when it came to their passions, and who would scarcely let the chance to indulge their most passionate fantasies slip through their fingers.
And God, how I loved it...
That was, after all, what I'd come here to do myself- to indulge my wildest fantasies, and to allow myself to get lost from reality for just one day out of the year. I couldn't wait to explore the many avenues for depravity that might well present themselves throughout the course of the day, and I was therefore quite pleased with the selection of fellow con-goers that passed me.
Not to sound too judgmental, but I wasn't interested in people who were as anti-social as I generally tended to be, who were less than attractive and who might bore me in the bedroom. This was my shot to make up for lost time, to plunge myself into the world of thrilling, passionate sexual conquest after having awaited the opportunity for so long now, and I wasn't about to sell myself short.
And fortunately, the con wasn't all the sorts of out-of-shape nerds you might stereotypically come to expect from such an event. Instead, the place was actually swarming with hot guys and girls as well, individuals who perhaps had less incentive than their brethren to want to escape their everyday reality, but who simply seemed to enjoy the thrill and the art of cosplaying. There were plenty of strapped male superheroes, their immense manhoods bulging through the crotches in their spandex and making me wet as I passed them. And there were just as many exquisite female sex kittens, dressed up in the typically scanty outfits that such genres as were featured at events like cons tended to put their female characters into. Their breasts were pushed snugly together, with generous slivers of their cleavage on display for anyone's ogling pleasure, just as long as one remembered to look but not touch. There were vast swaths of exposed midriffs, perfect thin abdomens swaying and bouncing with the popping of their footsteps, the peeking signs of asscracks smiling out at the world from beneath the skimpy cover of too-small miniskirts... It was all enough to make the head of a girl like me spin uncontrollably.
And what made the presence of all these attractive sexpots so additionally wonderful was the fact that I seemed to be attracting as much attention as any of them. Heads turned to gawk at me whenever I passed, both male an female alike, eyes melting down along my form from head to toe, inhaling as much of my largely visible anatomy as they could possibly manage. There were individuals here dressed up in giant metal robot costumes that must have taken months to construct, or otherwise wearing such elaborate garb that it was impossible not to let one's eyes fly to the sight. And yet it was me.... Shy, little old me, dressed up essentially in shrink wrap, displaying my goodies to the world that seemed to be the most alluring attraction.
I could practically hear boners being popped, pussies dripping with want for me, and it was such an amazing feeling. Such a wonderful, goddamn gratifying emotion after having hidden for so long in the dark...
I felt good about myself, and for me that was an amazing thing.
I would be lying if I didn't have a burning feeling in the back of my mind, telling me I was out of my element to some extent, but I managed better than usual to suppress this nagging feeling. This was my time, my chance to shine at last, and I wasn't about to allow my inhibitions to get in the way of my true desires once again.
I came to about the middle of the convention center, still poised and composed, utterly in control of my faculties. I began the process of giving the entire convention hall a good once over, gazing around the hall and seeing what I could see. I used the excuse in my mind of trying to figure out just what I wanted to do with my day, seeing what events were present, what booths there were to peruse in my time here. But beneath the surface, I knew damn well that I was really seeking out potential sexual conquests, making a full mental inventory of the tail to be chased, both male and female, through the halls of the convention.
And that was when I saw her... The most beautiful creature I had ever before had the pleasure of laying eyes on... She had dark, smooth, supple skin, with the body of an absolute vixen. Curves, in all the right places, her bare anatomy visible in so many spots that I had no trouble whatsoever in completing a full picture of her in my mind. She was wearing an outfit that appeared dangerously skimpy, perhaps even more so than my own, but she did so with the utmost aplomb and collectedness.
I didn't know what she was supposed to be, exactly, my guess was a character from some anime that I'd not yet seen. Her costume was one that I suspected to be scarcely legal in nature. She wore a tight white bra, or bikini-like top that snugly pushed her immense breasts together up against her chest, as well as panties that were almost too scanty and not there to qualify as such. They didn't connect around her thighs, but seemed to just slide along between her legs, scarcely concealing her naughty bits from either side, and they appeared to be held up with a pair of suspenders hooked to garters along her body. The garters, in turn, connected to long stockings, which then led to a pair of seductive, high heeled boots. She wore a cloth collar around her neck, a set of fake, triangular, animal-like ears, and her eyes were decorated with glittery, seductive eyeliner, and long, fluttering eyelashes. And finally, on top of it all, she carried with her a tremendous, deadly looking prop sword, an artifact which almost certainly had its origins in anime, and which, in my present mode of sexualizing this beautiful creature, seemed to me especially phallic in nature, a stand-in for a dick that let the viewer know, on no uncertain terms, that this was a girl who knew what she wanted, and wouldn't put up with anyone's bullshit.
I was stunned, mouth agape as she walked past, my heart racing, and my head spinning like there was no goddamn tomorrow. I knew what I wanted all of the sudden, and I was astounded when, slowly, she turned back to look at me, seeming in that moment as though she was suspended in slow motion. She was with a group of other people at the time, but seemed just then to wholly distinguish herself from the group by the simple act of turning around to face me.
Admittedly, the moment hadn't lasted very long, but I thought for certain that I could see in her eyes a glitter of desire, a burning want that equaled my own. But it didn't
contain the same sort of desperation that I felt for her in turn. Instead, it was a look of the utmost coolness and collectedness, knowing as she did that she could have anyone in the world that she wanted, whereas I still remained burdened with the insecurities of my past to some extent.
But from that look alone, I was filled with the confidence it would take for me to go up and approach her. To make my intentions known, and to establish firmly my interest in such a lithe, vivacious little mink of a girl.
Just then, however, just as quickly as the moment had arrived, it had passed once more. Or rather, I found myself torn rather abruptly away from it, my mind now suddenly and wholly occupied by a diversion most unwanted.
I felt the shock of sensations bursting through my system, followed a fraction of a second later by the reverberating sound of flesh smacking unabashedly against flesh in my ear. I felt fingernails sinking into my right butt cheek, threatening to tear through the spandex should they dig any deeper, and instantly a boiling feeling of rage began to simmer up inside me.
“Nice ass, cutie...” said the petulant voice, the stabbing anger inside me growing more ferocious at the sound of the words, and an emotion tantamount to bloody murder rose like a high tide inside me.
As much as I may have idealized conventions and cosplaying up to this point, it remains a sad fact that such venues are a hotbed for potential incidents of sexual harassment, as sad and as shameful a fact as that is. This fact, in turn disgusted me, and although my goal in coming here had largely been that of sexual conquest, any shit stain who thought he had a right to my body, in any way, shape or form, was the exact opposite of the sort of individual I wished to claim as my bedfellow.
Without thinking, without even getting a look at the asshole who'd groped me, I found myself reflexively seizing his hand. I twisted his arm, and flung him harshly to the ground, moving with ninja like agility that I'd not honestly even known myself to possess.
“Keep your fucking hands away from me, you jagoff,” I scowled, peering into his dead eyes and looking at his sad face. He was a scrawny little piss-ant, dressed up in the costume of an anti-hero that didn't come close to fitting him properly, and I almost felt sorry for him more than anything. What a pathetic waste of space...
Although I didn't regret my actions from a moral standpoint at all- scum like this guy needed to be dealt with somehow or another, after all- I suddenly realized that I might have responded a bit rashly to his actions. I could very well get thrown out of the con for something like that, I thought, and indeed when I looked up I saw a couple of security guards peering in my direction. But they didn't do anything, they just stared at me, grinning... I mean, I supposed they could have just been cosplayers pretending to be security guards, for that matter... God only knows at a place like this.
But then, when I looked around me, I actually noticed a few people cheering at me, encouraging my violent behavior.
It should have encouraged me, I guess, but somehow it made me more nervous, and before I knew it I was flitting away from the scene like a bat out of hell, trying to make a break for it.
I made it my mission, then, to try and locate the sexy vixen again after having lost her, needing to occupy my mind with something as I dug my way through the crowd.
But after what felt like several minutes of searching, there was still no sign of her, and I had to at last stop, resignedly, giving up the chase. I was still panting, trying to catch my breath, when suddenly I heard a voice from behind me.
“Excuse me... Miss? Are you alone?”
I turned, defensive once more, but quickly enough let my guard down. It may not have been the girl I was looking for, but it was adequate enough a distraction for the time being. A dude, strapped and full of muscle, his body pure splendor to behold, dressed up in a skin-tight superhero outfit as he was, and looking fine as hell from head to toe.
I could work with this, I decided.
“Yes... Yes, I am,” I said, brushing my hair back behind my ear- it had gotten mussed in my escape from the scene of the ass-grabber.
“Oh, well I saw you back there a bit ago, and I just wanted to introduce myself. The name's Derek.”
“Alicia,” I responded flirtatiously, extending a hand to him, and feeling suddenly absorbed by his attention. We shook hands, and his touch sent a shock of warmth through my entire anatomy.
He smiled at me, and then said slowly, “You know... That guy you beat up was a real douchebag, just so you know... I mean, obviously you've seen that for yourself, but he has quite a storied history of douchebaggery at these things. He's a real prick...”
“That's not surprising,” I said wryly, feeling my heart rate gradually settling back down, and my arousal amplify conversely, my body shifting in such a way that it gave Derek here the tastiest morsels of me I had to offer. I could see him, trying to resist the temptation to ogle me, to watch as my breasts and hips pushed out invitingly for him, needing as he did to distance his character from that of the douchebag in question.
“Yeah,” he continued, clearly trying not to break a sweat or pop a boner right now (such reactions tend to be embarrassingly obvious when it comes to wearing skin-tight spandex,) “I'm surprised he hasn't gotten himself kicked out of these things by now...”
I could feel him, growing hotter and hotter beneath the surface for me, clenching his fists as he tried to keep his mind from getting the best of him, and his efforts failing him all the while.
In that moment, as I subtly licked my lips at him and fluttered my eyelashes, I began to wonder why the hell the art of seduction had seemed like such an elaborate and difficult one to me in the past.
Under the right circumstances, it was like taking candy from a goddamn baby...
Chapter 3
Once upon a time, Derek would have been the precise sort of strapped, popular individual who paid no heed in the slightest to a wallflower of a girl such as myself. I would have gone out of my way to avoid him, in any case, and our paths might never have crossed in any way that came anywhere close to substantial.
But now, here I was beneath him, his body draped on top of me like a fucking blanket, his heat pumping into me, and his erect cock now allowed to grind freely up against my sweaty, trembling thighs.
The two of us had talked for maybe an hour or so before I'd managed to seduce him back to his room, and it seemed that the two of us shared quite the exciting sexual chemistry with one another. He'd gotten me stripped down out of my spandex by this point, down to nothing but my bra and panties- and of course the mask, as well, which was an instrumental part of my being able to go through with this at all. He'd tried to get me to take it off at first, but gradually I think my smoking hot body was enough to take his mind off the subject...
In turn, I'd gotten him to strip down ass naked in front of me, peeling out of his clothes one article at a time in a most delectable striptease, and whipping that long, hard cock of his out into the open. I'd insisted, all the while, that he keep his cape on throughout the proceedings, as for some reason I found that this one scanty covering still in place turned me on like hell.
I'd been a little intimidated at first, getting down on my knees and taking the shaft of his penis in my hand. It was my first time ever handling such a unit, and though it was nerve-wracking for a moment, I found that I'd watched more than enough porn up to this point to be able to handle him just fine. It really wasn't that hard at all, honestly. Well, it was hard, but the act of pleasuring it wasn't hard... You know what I mean.
Before I knew it, I had my lips around the damn thing, sliding my tongue seductively along the underside of his shaft, nibbling on his scrotum. Deep throating him, then, choking myself on that long, hard wang, gouging myself repeatedly on him, tears trickling along my face as I pushed and swallowed and took in as much of his goddamn immensity as I could possibly handle.
At last, when I could no longer continue to suck him off, he'd pulled me up onto the bed, and now our tongues were halfway down one anot
her's throats, grunts of pleasure flowing up from either of us as we groped and touched and entwined ourselves in one another like wild.
He put his hand onto my still covered breast and began to squeeze, to knead up the flesh in his grip, his fingernails sinking into me, and filling me to the brim with the most untold, unholy, and wholly sweet sensations.
I moaned, and his palm slid down, down, down along my body, slipping like liquid into my panties, and causing my eyes to grow wide as sin. It was the first time I'd ever been touched by a man, and God did he ever know what he was doing. His fingers caressed the wet, willing lips of my twat, sliding up and down, back and forth, ravishing my pussy with such a tremendous flood of sensations that I began to grow dizzy. Then, God help me, he began to fiddle with my clitoris, to agonize that swollen nub of flesh like there was no fucking tomorrow, and I let out a tremendous squeal of pleasure, indicating, beyond a doubt, that I was ready for things to escalate.
He slid me out of my bra and panties, exposing my nudity for the first time, his eyes darting all across my form, and the clearly that he liked what he saw. He ran kisses along my flesh, then, easing me wholly into the moment, and when he could tell I was genuinely hot and bothered for him, he mounted his way up on top of me.
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