Lara Croft

Intermingling with the rest of the convention, your first act normal and wearing everyday clothes such as a plaid polo and jeans while waving, smiling and asking to take pictures with the more interestingly dressed cosplayers such as Sailor Moon, Zero Suit Samus, and a MILF dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. All of them were interesting, but one was dressed up in a fashion that was just ready to be taken by you.

A young woman dressed in a blue tank top that barely covered her 34E Cup breasts, cargo shorts, a tiny backpack, and some bandolier wrapping around her crotch. The cherry on the top was her long braided hair that reached just above her ass; all of this while she was suggestively posing at some photographer with a pair of toy guns.

Approaching her, the photographer left and her attention was diverted away from him. Perfect.

"Heya." You say and she seemed surprised before giving a wide smile and a small wavy.

"Hi, how are you?"

"Fine, my name's Sam." Before you could even extend an arm for a handshake, you suddenly notice that her nipples were poking through her T-Shirt and promptly pointed at them, "Hey, are you cold?"

There was a moment of shock, ****, the swaying of the body to both directions, and the biting of the lower lip that suggested **** before returning to face you with a proper posture and a nod.

"Yeah, I am a little bit." Tucking both of her hands underneath her armpits, she shook which caused her breast to bounce with an added emphasis on them as they were held from underneath, "Brr, forgot to wear a bra and some panties."

She giggled at her own predicament, but instead of joining her, you leaned in closer.

"Lara, if I can call you that, who forgets to wear underwear for a convention?"

"Umm..." Her pupils darted to the bottom corners of her eyes while her head swayed sideways, "It's a long story."

"I won't judge." That seemingly broke the ice. Huffing a sigh, the Lara Croft cosplayer looks at you straight in the eye.

"Alright, I'll be straight. I found out that my boyfriend's been fucking my sister for years now and I'm looking for someone to send some payback, and I want to dump his cheating ass as well. And now I'm here, ten thousand miles away from him, and looking for someone to screw in my little costume."

You felt your lips curve to a smile before reaching for one of her boobs and giving them a squeeze, much to the shock and, jawdrop, of the cosplayer.

"You know, maybe I can help." Like a mirror, both your expressions reflected one another as she grabbed you by the hand and sped towards a direction, ignoring all the large crowds and people in general while the two of you dashed towards somewhere, "I hope you have a camera ready."

"Where are you taking me?"

"The bathroom!" And just as promised, she pushed a door that contained a blue triangle with the figure of a female marked on it.