He had seen her once, twice, three times now. At the local convention, a young, absolutely stunning cosplayer in a skin tight outfit had been parading around the exhibit hall all day. Her costume must have been from something popular as she was stopped by photographers and visitors constantly, to which she would hand out a small card, wave, and walk elsewhere only to be stopped for more pictures.

Her legs were…

He was staring. She couldn’t have been taller than him, but her long legs with shapely calves made her seem ten feet tall.

The cosplayer wore a wet, latex catsuit and it was actually impossible to tell if she wore a wig or not, as it looked so natural on her. The heeled boots must have been killing her feet by now, but she walked on as though nothing was wrong. Light bouncy steps made her chest jiggle and the catsuit scrunch audibly. From his distance, she was the loudest, most intriguing thing in the large room.

He glanced down to her legs once more and then up to her ass. Perfectly round, and he imagined gripping it would feel like soft, yet firm meat.

Finally, as the clear skies turned yellow, many people began heading to their hotel rooms. Loaded with convention merchandise, it was hardly an easy walk in the mass of people, but for the first time, the cosplayer approached him. Or rather, she was walking in his direction.

Through tight halls jam packed with hot, sweaty people they walked until reaching…

The same hotel?

She didn’t seem to mind his presence as they walked ten steps apart through the entry way and to the elevators.

“Floor six please!”

It was the first time he’d heard her speak, and it stunned him. Nodding, he pressed the button for six, and it clicked, that was his floor as well.

The elevator was hot and dizzingly cramped. Or perhaps, that was just how he felt in the moment. Swallowing, he nodded again, but she was looking away now at some advertisement near the buttons.

Paper, plastic and cloth bags swished and jumbled aggressively as they exited one after the other, and from his new vantage point, he followed behind her, eyes locked on her rear. If he hadn’t involuntarily swallowed, he was sure his mouth would have been hanging open. He expected to part at the sign leading to different room numbers, but they turned at the same time.

Sweat clung to his brow now and his jeans became tight the longer he stared.

Reaching his room, it was the only break from eye to ass contact he had before reaching for his room key and seeing the amazing cosplay vixen enter the room next to his.

Nearly panting, the door was closed and the convention merchandise placed on the hotel work desk.

He sucked in a breath, undoing his jeans and looking at his semi-hard erection.

Right in front of him was the door that connected the two rooms, and he wished there was an opening anywhere to get a look at her one more time. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he placed an ear to the door and listened, pumping slow for any sounds.

There was nothing, until a loud and sudden moan.

Was she…

His hand pumped faster.

The room was mostly silent until there it was again, a sound of a zipper, a whisper, and then a long, heavy groan.

He envisioned her then, undoing her outfit and touching herself then and there just as he was. Was she getting off to herself in front of a mirror? Watching porn? Thinking of him?

He could hear the crinkling of latex and crisp sheets, meaning she was on her bed. Her pants were loud, he held his own in.

“Fuck-ah!”

Her voice cracked through the air, hitting the door and numbing his mind. Whatever she was doing on her bed, it sent his hand into a frenzy, pumping harder and faster.

Holding in heavy grunts, he came before he knew it into his hand.

White stars danced behind his eyes, obscuring the visions he had of the other for a moment until clearing, and he was able to think.

That was, exhilarating. Sweat clung to his brow then as he softly rested his forehead against the door, trying to calm his breath before standing straight and heading to the bathroom. What he wouldn’t give to have seen her as she made those noises.

As he washed his hands, he was not expecting a knock at his door.

Dread cold panic flooded from his head and drenched him to his toes. Did she hear him? Did she call the police? Who was knocking?

It took a moment for him to exit the bathroom as an anthology of questions rooted him to the spot.

Shaking, he peeked into the peep hole to see… the cosplayer?

The terror of facing the police did not leave him yet, intertwining with the horror of facing the woman he’d just jerked off to.

She knocked again, silently staring unseeing at his own eye looking back at her.

It would have been rude to leave her out there and after checking if he looked presentable, or as presentable as he could get after several hours of hiking through a convention, he opened the door.

She smiled.

“Oh hi! Sorry- uh, this is gonna sound weird but…” She rolled her eyes, though it seemed like she wanted to look anywhere but at him.

“See, I saw you had a bag from that one game. “Josei no Ashi…um…” She waggled her hands over her chest. “Sorry I can’t get the name right.”

“Neko no Rakuen.” He finished for her.

She raised both brows tilting her head.

“Josei no Ashi, Neko no Rakuen. That’s the game, yeah.”

He was… talking to her.

“Right right! And, well, ok- yeah this is weird. But. Um.” She swallowed. “That game’s about feet, right? And I was wondering if- well, could you massage my feet?”

He noticed she was indeed lacking the tight matching boots she had on earlier. Which had zippers in the back.

She wasn’t getting off; she was taking her shoes off!

Looking at them more, they seemed swollen, red paint giving them an angry and yet painful appearance. She must have been in agony to have walked in them for so long.

They were cute feet.

“I-uh, OK, sure!” He laughed, scratching the back of his head.

“Ohmigosh great! Hooray! Ouch!” She winced, gripping the door frame as her victory bounce on the balls of her feet was interrupted.

“See you on the other side?” She jabbed her finger pointedly twice to the door separating their rooms.

He looked, slightly panicked once again if there was any cum on the carpet. There was none, and he closed his eyes, exhaling. The only mark of evidence was a slight sheen of forehead sweat that reflected in the light at a certain angle. That was worrying enough, but she did not see it.

“Yeah. Sure.” He forced a tight smile. Well, at least he could actually touch her!