Wake her with your dick

You grab the bottom of Julia's skirt and flip it up to reveal her panties. Unlike her costume, they’re just rather plain white panties, not terribly interesting, so you carefully pull them down from the sides. She grunts and shuffles a bit as she dozes, which helps you pull them all the way to her socks and shoes, then off entirely. You throw them somewhere behind you; maybe you’ll pick them up later.

She’s certainly not fat, but she’s also not sickly thin, either. Her mound is soft curves everywhere, with her pubic hair nicely trimmed. You begin rubbing outside the left and right of her pussy lips. The clitoris is actually a pretty big organ, spreading from the small nub at the top of her slit under the skin to either side of the vagina, plus to the G-spot inside. You can get good results from more than just the visible clit. You keep gently massaging around the vagina, and her breath catches slightly and quickens. Her pussy lips begin to swell ever-so-slowly, blushing and spreading. A hint of dew begins to spread between them. You run a knuckle along her moistening slit, and she makes a little gasp, but still isn’t getting up. You figure she’s probably waking up, but just wants to keep dozing nonetheless. She must have been pretty wiped out earlier!

You let your finger start to explore deeper within her tight lips, eventually pushing softly into her hole. She makes a cross between a groan and a moan and her arm flops over her face. One eye opens a slit and glares at you.

“Time to go,” you say, your finger starting on a good rhythm in and out, teasing more and more juice out. She just grunts, and rolls her head away from you, eyes closed again, grumpy.

“Don’ wanna geddup,” she mumbles.

“Your friends are waiting. I can help you get up,” you say, softly. You look down at her pussy, which is now wet and ready for action. Instead of one finger, you add a second to your movements. Her breath catches. “Would sex help make it easier to get up?”

She sighs, and mutters, “Fine. I guess so. Whatever.” Then it seems as though she’s dropped off to sleep again, or at least is back to trying to doze. You pull your fingers from her pussy, which seems to be the only part of her that isn’t sleepy anymore. “Hey!” she grumbles with a whisper.

Well, who are you to argue with the lady? Besides, you asked and she said it was fine. And her friends are waiting? For yet another time, you unbutton and unzip your pants. Why have you even bothered to keep them on, you wonder? Then you push each leg wide apart, pulling her pussy lips open slightly, too, and line yourself up.

You were planning on taking it slow, but she’s so wet that, despite her tightness, your dick slides all the way into her in one amazing motion. Her arm lifts, her eyes wide open, and she yelps, “Woah! Holy shit! Is that your cock?”

In answer you pull out slightly and push back in even further. “I thought,” your grunt, “you might want some help waking up?” Now that she’s awake you give her a few hard pushes. “You okay– with that?”

“Am I okay with it?” she asks, her voice shaking with each slam, her eyes wide, “My first con, and now someone is fucking me? I knew it was a possibility, everyone knows that, but at my first con? This has been an awesome day!” You reach down to pull her top off, but she beats you to it, unbuttoning and then lifting it all over her head. Her tits are the very definition of “bigger than you thought.” She has some light freckles across her chest, along with small, pink areolas and nipples as big and long as the end of her pinky. They begin to travel across her chest in rolling circles as your cock causes her tits to sway with its motion.

“So,” you say, moving back to slow, long strokes, barely pulling all the way out before slowly pushing in as far as you can, catching your breath, “enjoying the convention?”

“It’s been exhausting,” she replies, “but it’s been a lot of fun. Especially at the end!” You don’t know how you can tell, but her excitement isn’t from the sexual activity, or at least not entirely from your fucking. You figure it’s as though at the end of her first day at the con someone wanted to take a picture of the cosplay she made herself.