You hear him growl in appreciation. Apparently that was the right answer. His touch becomes a little rougher. You like it. You moan again. One of his hands strays lower, not quite low enough, just far enough down to drive you just a little mad. The other hand comes up, the delicate fingers finally find your nipple. His touch is light yet his actions rough. Other hands have touched you there but none have touched you quite like that.
You moan again.
"Please." you whisper.
"Please what?" he asked.
You know he's baiting you. You don't want to give into him. Then his fingers do something to your nipple and somehow your brain just doesn't work any more. You mumble your reply, too scared or ashamed to let him hear your worlds.
"What was that?" He asked repeating his trick again. His other hand is doing something but you can't, don't care to figure out the specifics of because all that matters is that it's making you feel so good. All that's left in you is your desire.
"Fuck me." you whisper.
"What?" He asks. He'd heard you and you both know it. He just wants to make you say it again.
"Please." you add too ashamed to repeat it.
"Please what?" He asks. His fucking lips are on your neck, continuing to tease you.
"Please fuck me!" You finally demand. "Fuck me right here. Right now."
You can feel him smile. It doesn't matter. Let the bastard have his satisfaction, as long as you get yours. You hear him inhale. The anticipation is driving you mad.
"No." he whispers.
"What?" You exclaim almost turning around but his arms hold you tight. Strong many arms, not to muscular not too lean.
"Not here." he whispers nibbling your ear playfully. "Over there"
You look. He's right, that spot is much better. Its dark and secluded and not directly in front of the hotel doors. You blush. How the hell did he manage to turn you on so much that you just asked him to fuck you right there in the open?
You pull away from him and realize how cold it is out here. Your body is still so hot though. Even though he's not touching you anymore you can still imagine it, phantom hands touching, massaging, and caressing every part of your body. What a bastard he is. You put a little extra swing in your step, your hips and ass have always been amazing and when they're tucked into skin tight black latex you know without looking back exactly where he's staring.
The area he indicated is in a small corner, tucked away deep in the shadows. There's a small building that looks for all the world like a house, though it isn't as it's on the grounds of a massive hotel. It's also surrounded by small trees which break the sight-line to the hotel but not so badly that you won't see or hear someone coming. At least you hope so. Then he's touching you again and you don't care anymore.
It's so dark out that it feels like you've been blindfolded, which only makes the feeling of his hands on you body that much more erotic. A small moan escapes your mouth.
"shh." he whispers bringing a finger up to your lips.
You smile and take his finger into your mouth. He seems surprised at first and then you set your tongue to work and he suddenly understands. This is your chance to show him the he's not the only one with skills. You work your tongue around the shaft of his finger slowly, beginning to bob up and down.
You suck hard creating a vacuum around him. He moans. You smile. You take the finger out of you mouth and gently flick you tongue across the tip. He moans again. You take the finger back into your mouth again, making sure you take it all the way to the knuckle. Your lipstick is getting smeared and you don't care at all. Right now your only concern is pleasure, both his and yours.
You take the finger out of your mouth and guild his hand down to your crotch. He feels the zipper there and you both smile.
"Naughty naughty." he whispers.
"Me?" you respond playfully.
"I hope so." he says.
"Only one way to find out." you say turning around and presenting him with your glorious ass.
He's careful and more then a little playful as he pulls down your zipper.
"No panties?" he says as he feels the soft tuft of your public hair escape from the opening in your catsuit.
You shake your head.
"It ruins the line of the costume." you say.
He makes a sound of appreciation deep in his throat and snuggles his face into your neck. You feel his breath hot against your skin, his lips, his teeth, you feel his fingers teasing you between your legs even as his other hand slips into the top of your outfit and begins to fondle your breast. His hands are cold at first but quickly warm up against your skin. The sensation is surprisingly enjoyable. What doesn't surprise you is how good his fingers make you feel.
You moan.
He chuckles.
Even as his right hand pulls down your chest zipper exposing your breasts the hand between you legs pulls away briefly to finish unzipping you. He slides the zipper all the way up and back leaving you fully exposed, not just in the front but in the rear as well. There are butterflies in your stomach. You know you shouldn't be doing this. You know you could get caught. You're fully on display now with no chance to cover up if someone were to come around the corner. Then his fingers return to your nipple and you don't care anymore. Let them fucking watch. You feel good about yourself and unashamed of who and what you are, at least part of which is a nasty little exhibitionist about to get fucked in one of your favorite cosplays right outside of the convention. If only you had a camera, or better yet a photographer, because this would make one hell of a set. Maybe next time.
Its so dark you can't see where his hands are as they explore your body but you can feel them. His touch is so light and yet so tantalizing. Every brush of skin against skin is electric. You both know whats coming and as dizzying as his touch is you decide that maybe it's time for you to take a little bit of control. You like foreplay as much as the next girl but he's a little too good at this and it's time he stops teasing and starts pleasing.
You turn around, placing your back against the wall. You can tell he's surprised by this sudden shift in position even though its too dark for you two to see one another. He steps forward his cock hard against your ass. He snuggles up behind you putting his face close enough to kiss but you he doesn't, instead you both stand there feeling each others breath, neither willing to be the first to make the move. The sexual tension is painful. Then he reaches his hand out and touches you.
The sensation is explosive. He takes another step forward, pinning you against the wall. With his free hand he pulls your arms up over you head, with the other he rubs a finger down the top of your pubic mound and into you hairy nether regions.
You moan. Not loudly. Just a soft involuntary whimper that slips out of your lips without your control.
He takes it as an invitation to continue. The finger is joined by friends and they begin to explore. Your body is so unbelievably sensitive and receptive to his touch. He knows what to do, where to touch, how to draw the pleasure out of you. But he doesn't enter you, not yet.
"Mhmm. You're so wet." he praises you.
You smile and slip one of your hands free from his grasp. Tentatively you reach down and take his hand at the wrist, guiding his hand to your mouth. You're not sure about this but decide that it's worth it to put on a show. You take his fingers once again into your mouth, though this time they're slick with your own fluids. Slowly and methodically you lick them clean. As you do your bodies shift a little and you can feel his cock pressing against your thigh. It's still trapped by his pants but you can fix that.
"You're so hard." you whisper, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Your other hand comes down and begins to massage his cock through his pants. It's a very nice cock. Great length, solid girth, not too big, not too small. The thought of that thing in your mouth makes you feel giddy. You wish there was more light so you could see it properly but touch will have to do.
He pulls you in close. He's breathing heavily. You slide your hand slowly down his cloth covered shaft and cup the head in your hands. His breath catches in his throat and you smile to yourself. Is this how it felt to be him just moments before? Then his hands are touching your body again. They're not as gentle as they were before but if anything that's even more exciting. You fumble with his belt, your damned gloves getting in the way. You get it unbuckled and pull at his pants, too aroused to take your time. His hands are driving every thought from your mind except for the memory of his dick.
Somewhere far in a deep dark distant part of your mind some horrible nasty prudish part of you wonders when you became such a nasty whore. You take a second to tell that part of you that if it wants to open its goddamned mouth it can tongue your fucking asshole while you take this glorious dick.
You're so ready. He's ready too. Any second now you'll finally feel him inside of you. Your breath fogs in the air. You can feel him readying himself. He spreads your legs a little wider. You arch your back opening yourself up to him, offering yourself to him. You feel the head of his cock warm against your opening. You both take a breath at the same time.
And then his dick slides inside of you.
You moan.
You know it's too loud.