Cosplayers Create a Sex Scene

This story is a slow burn. You do not need to be familiar with the fictional characters Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter to enjoy the story. That said, I'm hoping fans of the characters like how I handled them.

[Chapter 1] is fun, but it's mostly character development

[Chapter 2] leans hard into Romance Elements

[Chapter 3] contains a long sex scene. If you aren't in the mood for romance I won't be offended if you jump directly to [Chapter 3].

Two Marvel Cosplayers Create Their Own Sex Scene

[Chapter 1]

He woke up in the middle of the king sized bed, alone. It took him a moment to recognize the hotel room he checked into late the night before. He stretched across the empty bed to the nightstand, and retrieved his phone to check the time. Confident he had plenty of time to get dressed and over to the convention center he settled back into the soft pillows, and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm glad the guys understood why I wanted to get my own room this year," he thought to himself. "Now that I can afford it, I just need a quiet place to change into my costume. It's also great to have somewhere I can go to recharge my batteries, where I won't have to worry about disturbing anyone." He remembered the last two years of cramming five guys into a room that normally housed three people at most. He also remembered how his friends teased him by implying he only wanted the room so he could hook up with as many women as possible. The joke, of course, was that his luck with the ladies was legendary only in how lackluster it always turned out.

"Well, time to get dressed," he said to no one in particular. Then he picked up the large suitcase and began to unpack. He laid each article of clothing and piece of equipment carefully on the large bed before donning them. A snug dark blue jacket with a high (almost turtleneck style) collar and a silver star sewn into the chest. While not a hardbody, he kept himself in decent shape, so he needed only a few "fake muscles" sewn into the abdomen. Similarly snug dark blue pants with padding and pockets strategically sewn into place. Even he had to admit his ass looked fantastic in these pants. A brown leather utility belt, brown fingerless gloves, and brown leather straps to simulate wearing boots followed. Next were the brown leather straps to fit over his shoulders and crisscross across his back. Finally, the shield. This was the most difficult item to fabricate, but not something he could scrimp on. The iconic red, white, and blue circular shield emblazoned with a star in the center would make or break his costume. He was happy with the finished product, and he strapped it to his left arm with pride.

"What the heck," he thought to himself. "If Steve could get his dance with Peggy in the movies, maybe I might find my own Peggy to dance with some day."

A couple of blocks away, she was sitting in her dressing gown in front of the portable makeup mirror she always brought to events like these. Her auburn hair was in curlers, and she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Light on the blush, dark eye liner, and bright red lipstick, Agent Peggy Carter's everyday makeup is not complicated, but it is striking.

"Looking good, babe!" she heard over her shoulder. Turning around, she smiled her best friend, and roommate for the weekend, who was pulling a red wig into place. Looking her friend up and down, she admired the green heels, green stockings, and green dress that appeared to be painted on her lithe frame. With some strategically sewn on leaves and vines, she embodied Poison Ivy, the character she had chosen to portray today at the con.

"You look great too! Are you sure you don't want to wait until I'm ready to walk over? You might need someone to keep the admirers at bay."

"I'm good," her friend replied. "I have to meet up with the team doing the DC Villains photo shoot soon. I don't want you to have to rush. Anyway, I've seen you in your costume. I'm not the only one who's going to have her pick of male admirers this weekend."

"You know I'm not one for weekend flings or one night stands."

"Right, right, right. You're holding your dances until you find the right partner," Melanie said knowingly. "I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun without any strings attached. You're young. You're hot. You'll have thousands of men falling all over themselves for the honor of holding that big red hat of yours while you pose for pictures. Let loose! Just a little. I know I will."

"OK, I'll think about it."

Once her friend had left it was time to get dressed. She started by sliding on the vintage nude stockings, just like the ones Peggy wore on the Agent Carter TV show. Next was the garter belt. She pulled on and buttoned the white blouse; slid into the knee-length blue skirt, tucking in the blouse; and added the matching blue jacket. A pair of three-inch, vintage, blue, strappy heels completed her ensemble.

Once she removed her curlers and brushed out her hair the final step was to place Agent Carter's signature red hat atop her head. She grabbed her leather shoulder bag. Took one last look in the mirror, and headed out the door.

The convention was much like any other. There were thousands of fans milling about, hundreds of them wearing costumes of some kind in tribute to their favorite pop culture characters. The real names of the fans are not as important as the names of the characters they embody.

For the last two hours he had been meandering through the halls of the convention center, just taking in the scenery and enjoying the atmosphere. Given the nature of certain fandoms, that scenery included many scantily clad women, and more than a few barely dressed men. Not every man or woman had the body type or fitness level to pull off these costumes in a movie, but here at the convention everyone was encouraged to be themselves and have fun with it.

When asked to pose for a few pictures by fans of Captain America he had been more than happy to oblige these requests. He knew his costume was good, and he was happy to show it off. At one point two women approached him to ask if he would pose for separate pictures with each of them. Both women were attractive, but one was clearly more adventurous than the other. Where her friend had simply stood next to him, the more flirtatious woman pressed her body against his and leaned her head on his shoulder when posing for her picture. While the camera did not capture the way she slipped her arm around his back and caressed his ass, it did capture the surprised look on his face when she gave his butt cheek a squeeze! The young woman then turned. Staring him directly in the eye she inquired whether he might have some free time later that day to "help her try on her new costume." While flattered, and appreciative of her straightforward approach he politely declined. He just didn't feel that spark he knew would be necessary to fully enjoy the encounter. Still, this was a boost to his ego, and he was soon feeling just as confident as the man he portrayed.

Unlike the man cosplaying as Steve Rogers, the woman embodying Peggy Carter had managed to avoid uncomfortable encounters with aggressive fans. This is not to say she did not have admirers. In fact, she was turning far more heads than she realized. When she cosplayed as a character, she embraced as many of the characters traits as she could. While not a shrinking violet in her everyday life, she found that embracing Agent Carter's upright posture and can-do attitude made her feel every bit as powerful and confident as her fictional alter-ego. This feeling came across to everyone she encountered as she strode through the halls while radiating an aura of femininity and strength. While Peggy might not have super strength, her intelligence and strong right hook made her a force to be reckoned with on the screen, and in the depths of the convention center.

As with many happy, and unhappy, occurrences in life their meeting can be chalked up to a combination of luck, circumstance, and a little bit of intuition.

After their independent excursions to check out the sights, they both hit upon the idea of getting some fresh air. Circumstance placed her about 100 yards ahead of him as they walked toward the exit. Luck parted the crowd at just the right moment to allow him to catch a glimpse of her bright red hat. His intuition triggered a memory of the ad campaign for the Agent Carter television show, in which the titular character wore a hat in that exact shade of red. His brain sent an urgent message to his legs to pick up the pace. He needed to catch up to the person wearing that hat before they reached the exit!

As she approached the door she thought she heard someone yell "Peggy!" She glanced back, but her view was hindered by someone in an impressive Optimus Prime costume. She didn't want to stop and slow anyone behind her down, so she pushed open the door, and stepped outside. The sun was brighter than she expected, and she slowed down to give her eyes a chance to adjust.

He saw the woman, she was definitely a woman, in the red hat approaching the exit. He knew if he hurried he could keep her in sight even if she exited first. Suddenly he realized he had no idea what he would say when he finally caught up with her. Even more suddenly, a cosplayer in a very large Transformers costume appeared in his path, blocking her from his view. Not thinking, he shouted out "Peggy!" Then he sprinted around the large cosplayer, and out the door. The sun was shining so brightly, he was blinded for a moment. Raising his shield to shade his eyes, he scanned the courtyard. There, about 10 yards ahead walking slowly away from him, he saw her. The woman in the perfect Peggy Carter costume. He walked up, and tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned around.

Their eyes met.

Immediately, they both felt it.

The spark...

[Chapter 2]

Some say the mythical spark of instant attraction is just that, a myth. Others know the truth, that it is all too real. If the spark strikes two people who both already have romantic partners, often one or both of them will have the fortitude to resist it out of respect for their current partner. Sometimes the allure of the spark is too much to resist, and they will stray. Maybe only for a single night, or maybe they give heed to the attraction and follow it wherever it might lead them

In this instance, the spark occurred between two attractive, unattached people, who just happened to be cosplaying as characters with a romantic interest in each other. In this instance....

"Peggy and Steve! I can't believe I found you." said a voice from somewhere off in the distance.

Too busy staring into each other's eyes, they did not move.

"Excuse me? You two are dressed as Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers, right?" said the voice again. This time much closer, but still not worth their notice.

It wasn't until the stranger touched them both on the shoulder that they turned to look at him. They turned so suddenly, the man behind the voice stepped back in surprise.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" she managed to ask the man.

"The two of you. You're dressed as Peggy and Steve. You know, Agent Carter and Captain America? I'm sorry to intrude, but we're putting together kind of a group photo over there. I assumed you two were the Steve and Peggy who contacted me via email last week."

"Ummm, no?" said the man dressed as Steve Rogers. "The two of us only just met. Well, we haven't even met yet. We just..."

"What were you saying about taking a picture?" the woman dressed as Peggy Carter asked. She glanced over at "Steve" to see if he might want to play along.

"Yes," the man said. "I suppose I should explain. We have a group of Marvel Cinematic Universe cosplayers ready to take some pictures, but we're missing our Peggy and Steve. Uh, you two wouldn't want to take their place. Would you?"

Not quite sure what to do, but wanting an excuse to spend more time together, they both nodded their heads at him.

"Great!" he said, "Our photographer is almost finished setting up. I'm Stan by the way. Oh, don't bother with your names. I'm already in the process of forgetting the names of the twenty odd other cosplayers I just met today! I'll just call you Steve and Peggy, if that's alright with you."

Stan turned and walked back toward a large group of cosplayers. Steve looked over at Peggy and raised an eyebrow. Returning his gaze and raising an eyebrow herself Pegg motioned for Steve to lead the way. He nodded and started walking after Stan. As he turned away from her Peggy allowed her gaze to take in the shape of the man she just met. She has to admit, he filled out the costume nicely. From his broad shoulders to his firm and round ass, she drank in the view with pleasure.

Realizing she was staring, Peggy raised her eyes and started after him. He slowed to allow her to catch up, and she took his arm as they walked up to the group. The ease with which she did this surprised both of them. Neither did anything to end their contact. If anything they leaned into each other a little more as they walked along arm in arm.

The group photo session was surprisingly enjoyable. The photographer managed the large group quite well. Not knowing their real names, he would just call out the names of their characters when he wanted them to move or adjust something.

"Hey! Iron Man! Could you lower your left arm a little please?"

"Black Widow? That might be a little too much cleavage for this shot."

"Umm, Thor, you, maybe, might want to tighten your belt. Mjolner appears to be dragging down your pants."

He soon had them all moving about, and posing in different clusters. Sometimes all of the men or women. Sometimes all of the space-based or Earth-based characters. Sometimes, only the characters with a romantic interest.

"Alright, I need Captain America and Peggy standing in the center. Let's have Iron Man and Pepper on their left. Then Star Lord and Gamora on their right."

This next pose had Peggy standing in front of Steve, with his hands on her shoulders. When his hands first touched her, she felt herself melt into him, leaning back into his broad chest.

"Steve and Peggy, that's great! Now, I want Steve to lower his hands to her hips."

He wasn't sure what came over him in that moment, but rather than removing his hands from her shoulders and then placing his hands on her hips; he instead slid his hands along her shoulders, slowly down the sides of her body, gripped her waist momentarily, and then settled his hands at the top of her hips. He thought he felt her shiver slightly as his hands made their slow journey down her body.

She also wasn't sure what came over her, but a soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt his gentle caress. She surprised herself by shifting her weight, and leaning forward slightly so that her ass pressed back into his crotch. It was difficult to be sure through the layers of costumes, but she was pretty sure she could feel him growing harder beneath her. Hearing the moan that emanated from deep within his chest, and feeling his grip tighten on her hips, she knew she was affecting him. His grip tightened again, and he pulled her back, pressing her against his growing bulge. She could not ignore the effect he was having on her now. Her body was responding to him in a way she had not experienced in years. She wasn't sure where this was leading, but she knew she wanted to find out.

"That's great everyone. Hold that pose for just a few more seconds!" called the photographer, snapping Steve and Peggy out of their reverie.

Momentarily flustered, they both followed the photographer's instructions as he moved about snapping pictures from different angles. At the same time intensely aware of the body pressing against their own, they could feel the other person's deep breaths as they fought to remain in control of their needs.

When, at last, the photographer called an end to the session, Steve reluctantly released his grip on Peggy's hips. Only then did he realize that as soon as she walked away from him, everyone else would get a glimpse of just how turned on the photography session had made him. As she stepped away, he remembered the shield strapped to his arm, and deftly slid his arm in front of himself to hide his growing erection.

Once he was confident his state of arousal was mostly covered, he looked around and saw Peggy chatting with the photographer. He felt a surprising surge of jealousy when she placed her hand on his arm while leaning in to listen to something he was saying to her. Steve walked over, not sure what to say, but sure he wanted to intervene. As he approached, Peggy turned to him and said, "This nice man has asked if we would like to pose for a few more pictures. He said he likes the way we look together. I told him I'd have to check with you, but I think it sounds like fun!"

"Why not," Steve replied, "It sounds like fun." Turning to the photographer he asked, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," said the photographer, "I'm thinking we could take a few pictures by that tree over there." He motioned to a tree growing in the middle of the courtyard. It was flowering, with light pink petals occasionally floating from its branches to the ground. "The two of you look great together, and since you are obviously a couple, I was hoping that maybe I might be able to capture a picture of Captain America and Agent Carter kissing," he said shyly.

"Oh!" said Steve, "There's been a misunderstanding. We are not..."

"Not afraid of a minor public display of affection," interrupted Peggy. "Isn't that right, Steve?" she added as she playfully punched him, a little too hard, in his bicep.

"Umm, no, of course we aren't," he replied. He wasn't sure why she felt the need to mislead the photographer, but if it meant he'd have the opportunity to give this stunning woman a kiss, even if it was just staged, he was not going to argue with her.

Walking over to the tree, Peggy again took Steve's arm, this time wrapping both of her hands around his bicep.

"It's interesting that he thinks we're a couple," Peggy whispered. "I mean, we only just met an hour ago."

"Well, we did get kind of familiar with each other during that last pose," said Steve. "Holding you felt, I don't know, comfortable. I guess we must have looked like we fit together."

"Yes," Peggy replied. "I suppose that must be it. So, are you OK with his request to capture us kissing? I did kind of rope you into these extra poses."

"I'm OK with it if you are," replied Steve. "I was just thinking that..."

"Alright! Steve and Peggy, are you ready?" The photographer called to them, interrupting whatever it was Steve was going to say.

Looking up, they realized they had traversed the courtyard without realizing it, and were now standing beneath the magnificent flowering tree. Peggy released Steve's arm, and turned to face him. Their eyes met, and once again they felt the spark strike them.

"That's great!" the photographer called. "Stand there, looking at each other, just like that!"

Peggy couldn't have moved if she tried. Looking into his eyes, she realized she would follow whatever directions were called out, as long as it meant she could stay in the presence of this striking man.

"OK. I got that shot. Now, Steve, take Peggy's hands in your own. Don't move any closer. Just hold her hands."

Steve vaguely heard and understood the instructions from the photographer. He automatically put out his hands, and she took them. "I should be embarrassed," he thought. "Standing here like an idiot, with a silly grin on my face, gazing at this stunning woman I hardly know. But I'm not embarrassed. I'm thrilled to be here!"

"Great! That's great! Let's move on to the kiss now."

At that moment a gust of wind swept across the courtyard, shaking the branches of the tree, sending a cascade of petals falling and swirling all around them. From their position within their own private maelstrom of pink floating petals, they each took a step forward, leaned in, and touched their lips together.

The kiss was electrifying. When talking about it later, they both described similar experiences. It was as if a tingling sensation began in their lips. From there it expanded, first through their cheeks and to the back of their necks, sending shivers cascading down their spines. As the tingling spark shot down their spines, it sent out flashes of pleasure along their nerves to their extremities. Instinctively they stepped closer, wrapping their arms around each other, enveloping themselves in warmth and tingles. It was unlike anything either of them had experienced before. They never wanted this feeling to end, but they knew the sensation must end. At least for now. As if by mutual agreement, they pulled their lips apart and looked at each other, foreheads touching, breathing heavily, and both overwhelmed at what they had just experienced.

"Oh! My! God!" shouted the photographer. "That was the single most spectacular image I've ever captured. How did you do that?"

Ignoring the photographer, Steve kept his eyes on Peggy's. "You already gave him your email address, right?" He managed to ask between deep breaths of air.

When Peggy nodded her head, he grabbed her by the hand. "Wanna get out of here?" Again a nod in the affirmative, and they were off.

[Chapter 3]

"I hope this doesn't come across as too forward," said Steve as they walked away hand in hand, "but would you like to..."

"I have a roommate on this trip," interrupted Peggy "What about you?"

They headed in the direction of his hotel, but could not resist taking frequent breaks for stolen kisses and surreptitious gropes in corners and hidden doorways. All in all, it took them about twice as long as it would have without their carnal diversions.

Steve had the key card out before they reached his room. The door flew open, and they stumbled into the room, unable to keep their hands and lips off of each other. They spied the recently made bed on the other side of the room, but the couch was closer. Backing him up until his legs pressed against the couch, she pushed him into a sitting position, hitched up her skirt, and straddled him as they dove into a deep kiss.

Finally, completely alone, they allowed this kiss to linger. Peggy had her hands framing Steve's face. Steve had his arms wrapped tightly around her back. They could not get enough of each other's scent, touch, and taste.

When the shield strapped to Steve's arm bumped against the brim of Peggy's hat, they were reminded of the layers of costume still separating their rapidly heating bodies. Peggy pulled her lips away from Steve's, eliciting unconscious moans from both of them. As he unwrapped his arms, she took the arm with the shield in her hands, unstrapped the shield and placed it at the far end of the couch.

Now unencumbered, he removed her bright red hat, placing it on top of his recently discarded shield. Upon viewing this suggestive tableau, he could not help imagining Peggy settling atop him once they reached the bed.

With the most awkward elements of their costumes removed, it was time to get serious. She pulled him into an even deeper kiss. At the same time she grasped the zipper at his collar, and pulled it down to his navel. Sliding her hand across the curls of hair on his chest, she moaned into his mouth to let him know how much she was enjoying what she'd uncovered.

Following her lead, Steve unfastened the buttons holding her jacket closed then slid it down her arms. The motion pulled her hands away from his chest, but seeing her formerly crisp white blouse now stretched across her breasts made the temporary sacrifice worthwhile.

As he began undoing the buttons on her shirt Peggy took back the initiative by diving forward and clamping her lips down on his exposed neck. Grinding the top of her mound against his hard cock felt divine. The sensations drove her onward as she kissed along his collar bone. She took hold of the unzipped costume, and pulled it aside to allow her to lean down and lick one of his nipples. Upon hearing his gasp of pleasure, she smiled to herself and repeated the action on his other nipple.

Steve threw his head back in ecstasy. It had been too long since he had been touched this way. He couldn't believe how good her mouth felt on him. It was as if she knew exactly how he liked to be touched. Wanting to return the favor he reached down to unbutton her skirt, and then began to pull her shirt tails out of the loosened skirt.

Not wanting to cede the control she'd gained, Peggy grabbed him by each wrist; firmly pulled his hands off of her; and moved them up above his head. Steve looked at her quizzically wondering what she had in mind.

He got his answer as she applied gentle kisses to his lips, his jaw, his neck, and further, sliding her body down his as she left a trail of kisses from his chest to his abdomen. Now on her knees she completed unzipping his jacket, and then worked on his belt and fly. She smiled at him as she rubbed his hard cock a few times through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

Standing up, Peggy backed away from the couch, her eyes locked onto Steve's. When she was just out of reach, she let her eyes wander down his body, gazing appreciatively at his exposed chest and stomach. He didn't have a six pack, but he was in good shape. When her gaze reached his cock he surprised her by flexing it beneath the boxers. Seeing him grow larger, and knowing she was the cause, turned her on even more. Her eyes retraced their path, back up to his face where she again locked eyes with him.

Continuing to stare directly at him, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She glanced briefly at the phone; tapped the screen a few times, then set it on the arm of the couch, being careful to stay out of Steve's reach. As the first strains of It's Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James & His Orchestra could be heard, she stepped back and began to sway to the music, removing her jacket as she did so.

At the top of the trumpet solo, which opens the song, she opened her blouse to reveal the lacy lingerie beneath. She turned her back to him as she undid the remaining buttons and pulled out the shirt tails. Glancing over her shoulder, she found his eyes once again as she slowly lowered the blouse. She couldn't resist a shy smile when she noticed the hunger in his eyes.

Steve almost could not believe what he was seeing. This gorgeous woman, he had met barely an hour earlier, was in his room dancing to Steve and Peggy's song, and removing her clothing in the most seductive manner he had ever experienced. As her shoulders, and then her back were exposed he found himself holding his breath, afraid to move lest he break the spell she had on him. When she turned to face him, he noticed her breasts filled the lacy brassiere almost to the point of overflowing. Still entranced by her every move, he could not help but lean forward as she reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt.

Peggy began to lower the zipper, then appeared to think better of it. With one hand still holding the zip, she pointed with her other hand at Steve's boots. When finally took the hint and began to remove them, she lowered the skirt zipper part way and nodded to let him know she was pleased. She lowered the zipper the rest of the way and paused again. He finally caught on, standing and pulling his jacket off of his shoulders. Smiling, she bent over and stepped out of her skirt. When she looked back up at him, she noticed he had moved a step closer and his hands were at his belt buckle.

Standing barely three feet apart they took their time drinking in the sight of each other. She admired his broad shoulders and chest. While his muscles were not as prominent as the movie version of Captain America, she was suitably impressed by the fit and masculine presence in front of her. He took in the vision before him. An auburn haired beauty with curves, as they say, in all of the right places. Her matching white lingerie included a garter belt, holding up nude stockings that ended in Peggy Carter's signature red heels.

At that moment, the vocalist began to sing.

'Kiss me once. Then, kiss me twice. Then, kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time.'

At this perfectly timed prompt, they lunged toward each other into another passionate kiss, just as powerful as their first in the courtyard.

'Haven't felt like this, my dear Since can't remember when. It's been a long, long time.'

With no photographer or other cosplayers to gawk at them, they began frantically unsnapping, unbuckling, and peeling off layers of clothing.

'You'll never know how many dreams I dream about you. Or just how empty they all seem without you.'

Soon, his pants were around his ankles, and her bare breasts were crushed against his hairy chest as Steve kissed her lips, her cheek, her jawline.

'So, kiss me once. Then, kiss me twice. Kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time.'

As the song came to a close, Steve continued his descent down her body. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, along her collar bone, and then across her upper chest as he took each breast in hand. After what seemed like an age to her, he lifted one breast and took the nipple in his mouth. At first licking, then sucking, he worshiped each breast. His kisses were gentle. His lips were soft. Peggy threw back her head and gasped with pleasure as her hands settled on the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. He happily obliged this non-verbal request for another minute before his lips continued their journey downward. As he approached her belly button, his hands swept to her sides, sliding down slowly to rest on her perfectly formed hips, and the straps of her delicate panties. Gripping them firmly he knelt to the floor, bringing her panties with him. This brought him face to face with her sex.

Aside from a neat patch of reddish hair above her mound, her pussy was completely hairless. Her lips were pink with arousal. Her flower opened slightly, waiting for the right stimulation. Placing his hands on the backs of her thighs he leaned forward, kissed her engorged lips, and slipped his tongue into her.

This time her gasp was of surprise as well as of pleasure. She had not expected him to dive into her with such enthusiasm. If not for his strong hands bracing her from behind, she might have fallen backward. Instead she placed her hands atop his head to steady herself, and enjoyed the feel of his lips and tongue. It felt as if they were everywhere at once.

Soon he began to focus on her clitoris. Alternating between licking and sucking, he let her sounds and movements guide him in finding the correct pace and pressure to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Once she reached the point of no return, she took tight hold on his hair, and pressed his face into her. Steve could hear her breathing quicken, and he sensed the muscles in her pussy tighten just before her grip on his hair tightened, and she pulled his head into her. All he could do was continue to lick at the same pace. He knew she would release him when she was finished. He tightened his hold on the back of her thighs and braced himself against her as her orgasm hit.

It might have been the excitement of being pleasured by a virtual stranger in the middle of his hotel room. It might have been the stranger's technique. It might have been the fact that this was the culmination of an hour-long foreplay session with someone she connected with on almost every physical level. It might have been some alchemical mixture of all of these. All that Peggy knew is she had never felt anything like the orgasm that overtook her in that moment. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Steve! I'm, cummmmmiinnnnnnnggggggggggg!" was all she could say as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into and over her.

Steve kept licking until she finally pulled him away. Peering up at her he saw her eyes had glazed over, and were slowly coming into focus, until finally she looked into his eyes and smiled. Then she laughed! It was a laugh of delight, and it was music to his ears!

She put her hands in his, and helped him to his feet. Then she stepped over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge, bringing him with her. As he looked on, she reached forward and finished unbuckling his belt. With a look of determination on her face she pulled both his pants and boxers to his knees in one swift motion. His hard cock, finally free from confinement, sprung upward and pointed directly at her. Taking in the look of his nicely shaped penis her mouth fell open, and she felt herself drawn forward, yet another new sensation for her. He was of average size and girth, and to her eyes it was the perfect cock, just the right size for her.

She took him in her hand; leaned forward, and placed a kiss on the tip. She continued kissing along the side, then up the bottom of the shaft, giving special attention to the spot just beneath the ridge. Looking into his eyes now, she licked around the head of his cock, then opened her mouth wide and took him in.

The feeling as she engulfed him, while staring directly into his eyes, almost overwhelmed him. He managed to hold her gaze as she stroked with one hand while sliding her mouth up and down his shaft. Just when he thought it could not feel any better, she reached down with her free hand to fondle his testicles. He groaned with pleasure as the combined sensations fired long dormant synapses in his brain. His knees threatened to buckle, but he somehow managed to remain upright. Knowing he would not last much longer, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away, as he whispered "What you're doing feels wonderful, but I need you. I need to be inside you."

For a moment Peggy was frustrated at being interrupted. She enjoyed giving pleasure, and normally would have protested. Upon hearing his words she said "I want that too." She surprised herself by continuing, "How do you want me?"

"Lie down," he said as he pulled the rest of his clothing off of his legs. She pushed herself back onto the king size bed, and propped herself on her elbows. Spreading her stocking clad legs she smiled lustfully at him. "Will this do?" she breathed as she looked at him through hooded eyelids.

Again, unable to believe this was happening to him, Steve could only nod his head as he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself above her. As he leaned down and placed yet another kiss on her lips, he pushed his hips forward and slid easily into her silken folds. The kiss deepened, and they groaned into each other as they began to move together. Together they would pull back until he was barely at the edge of her pussy, and as one they would both thrust forward to connect and grind on one another. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him even deeper into her, relaxing enough to allow him to move in and out. Again and again he would piston back and forth. Again and again she would meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Eventually their kiss broke, and they pulled back looking deeply into each other's eyes, smiles broadening across their faces as they simply enjoyed each other.

After several minutes of enjoying the missionary position, Peggy placed her hand on his shoulders to slow him down. "Roll over," was all she needed to say. In a moment, Steve was on his back and she was straddling him. As she lowered herself onto his still rigid cock, she looked down at the man she was fucking. She took in his handsome face, strong arms, broad chest, and his flat stomach as he lay beneath her. Thoroughly enjoying herself, she ran her fingers through her hair. Then she set her hands on his abdomen and began to ride him. Steve knew right away that with the way she was moving on his pelvis he would not last much longer. He placed one hand on her thigh and with the other reached between her legs to rub his thumb over her clit.

"Ooooh, just like that," Peggy moaned as he brought her ever closer to her second orgasm of the day.

"I'm getting close, Peggy!" Steve called out as he began to buck his hips up into her, while he continued the circling motion with his thumb.

"Come with me Steve." Peggy managed to say in between gasps of pleasure. "I want you to come inside me. It's safe."

Hearing her words, and watching this goddess writhing atop of him sent Steve over the edge. "Oh, oh god, I'm coming!. Peggy!" was all he could get out as he began to spasm and explode deep within her. Feeling him come, Peggy's own orgasm finally hit her. If anything this was better than the last.

Losing her grip on him, she fell forward. No longer completely in control of his own movements he continued to thrust up into her until he was spent.

"This was a new experience for me," Steve said. "I don't know what came over me, but based on your reaction, can I assume you also enjoyed yourself?"

"Yes," she replied. "That was a new experience for me too. When I woke up this morning finding someone like you, and doing... what we just did, was the furthest thing from my mind."

"I don't know exactly what just happened," she continued, "but I do know I want to explore it further."

"In that case," he said, "I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is..."

"Not yet," she whispered, setting a finger against his lips. "I think I'd like to find out what Steve and Peggy are going to do next."