Lucky College Girl

Lucky College Girl

My sophomore year at the University I was lucky to meet 'him'. He was a guest lecturer at one of my Econ Small Business Classes. I just felt like his eyes lingered longer when he was looking my way, specifically looking at me. When we had a chance to visit a few minutes before he left, he said he'd "like to get to know me better. Can we talk sometime? I'd love to have your number."

A phone call from him that evening was nice. He was divorcing and was an interesting man. He invited me to a really nice restaurant for lunch that Saturday. There he interviewed me extensively... not about business stuff, but personal stuff. About dating... boys... and me. He learned that I was probably experienced sexually... at least was not a virgin anymore. He also could figure out that I was willing to go out with him.

We'd met at the restaurant so I had my car there, but at the end of our lunch he asked if I'd be willing to go for a ride in his car. "Sure" was my reply. "Be glad to." We drove around a little but mostly on the way to a state park on the Mississippi river. There he asked if I was OK parking for a while. I knew he wanted to make out so again I said "sure. Would be nice." He found a place and backed up into it so we were way back off the road and nearly hidden from sight. Could see someone approaching for quite a while.

He immediately asked me if he could kiss me. This time I said "yes" instead of sure since I didn't want to wear out that word. Well kiss me he did. Nice full kiss first then followed by a nice tongue kissing. Now his hand was definitely headed for my right breast and he looked at me and said "is this OK. Are you alright with this." This time I went back to sure, because that was what I meant... more than just a yes. As we kissed more his hand was first inside my shirt and then inside my bra. I had worn a front hooking bra and he soon had that unbuckled and my bare breasts were in his hands. "Sweetie, these are very nice. Lovely. Can I suck on your nipples?"

Now I'd never had a guy ask me that before and found it very nice. "Yes please do. Oh yes." And so I think for the first time ever... my breasts felt like they were the biggest, best and nicest in the universe. While feeling that good I realized his hand was up under my skirt and probing the front of my panties. He pulled back and looked in my eyes... no longer asking... but probing right on the area of my clit. As I smiled... and nodded he pushed my panties aside and slide a finger into my very wet pussy.

He stopped when his finger was fully in me... feeling very good. "Can we go to my condo. I want... to take you there... so we can be more comfortable."

"I'd like that too" I said. Pulling him close for a kiss. My tits were bare and sticking out and he still had his hand up under my skirt fingering me. Then he did the most erotic thing I'd ever seen up to that time. When he pulled his hand out from under my skirt he took his finger to his nose and sniffed, and with a big smile then sucked his finger clean. Then he kissed me!

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On the way to his condo he asked me not to fasten my bra and leave my shirt unbuttoned. He reached over and several times slid his hand inside my shirt feeling my breasts again and again. Each time he had some comment about me and them. "Damn you have amazing tits." Then at the next stoplight "god I love your sweet tits." Then one time when he had a little bit roughly pushed my breast together so he could grab both "sweetie I want every bit of you. Your tits are amazing and wonderful and your pussy tasted wonderful and is so fucking hot and wet... I want that too. You know that don't you?"

By now my vocabulary was shrinking because my mind was focused on him... his hands... and what he was saying to me. "Yes I know that. Ah... I want that too. You are... nice... you make me... so... wow."

In his condo there was no playing around. He kissed me and undressed me. No longer was he asking questions... he was making statements. Hot sexual statements about me... my body... and about... for the first time he used the word..."fucking me". He'd explained on the way to his condo that he had been fixed and didn't have any condoms, and he hoped I was OK with doing 'it' bare. I think I was in a bit of hyper horny shock and pretty sure I just nodded my head and mumbled some sort of OK.

When my clothes were off he went directly to fingering me and focusing on my clit. As he undressed I thought he probably would want me to suck him... all the boys do. But he didn't want that he told me, he wanted his dick in my pussy. And so I was pushed on his bed... a very nice cover was not pulled down... and he was on me... spreading my legs... and in me in a few seconds. Yes he was super horny too. In just a few strokes I knew he was cumming. He was grunting... gasping for air... thrusting super hard against my pelvis... and then starting to berate himself for cumming so fast. He was upset.

At that moment my poddy mouth took over and I told him "it is OK. It is super fucking hot. God I loved you fucking me and cumming so fucking fast. You are still hard... fuck me more baby... yes." What followed was a completely new sensation for me. A 42 year old man had just cummed in me... and was now fucking me more... and it felt very different with all his stuff now in me. This time he lasted a lot longer and I got real close to cumming and when I touched my tits myself... he cummed again... commenting about how hot of a little bitch I was.

Sanity returned a little bit then. We lay there in complete mess but relieved. Not satisfied yet... but the major sexual pressure was off of him and he was calm and nice to me. "Can you stay for a while? Lets take a shower together."

That I how four months of sex with him started. We never went out, I always went to his condo and we had sex. Yes we talked, ate and watched movies but we always had sex. Nice sex. He loved to eat me out and make me cum that way. We were an erotic pair until his wife... or separated wife... decided she wanted him back.