Loading...It was summertime and the campus was dead. I was in the English graduate program at the University of ______________, and nearly everyone had gone to wherever they go. I was trying to finish my degree as fast as possible because I was 29 years old and I wanted to get on with my life. Don’t get me wrong, I liked being a student, but I didn’t want to be one forever. So, during summer school I was hanging out with three other students—practically the only people left, at least for a couple of weeks.
We were at the apartment of Janet, a 45 year old woman who, having gotten divorced and sent a kid off to another college was getting a master’s degree so she could teach. Sitting on the floor was Katie, a big girl in her mid-twenties. She was taller than I was and built solid—not fat or even heavy, but you didn’t want to mess with her. On one end of the couch was Wendy—super slut. Now these people were my friends—sort of–, so I don’t mean to be unkind, but that’s exactly what she was. She had a gorgeous body—everything in the right place, a pretty face, long light brown hair and no morals whatsoever. It was a rare evening when she didn’t flash her panties at someone—or someones. I think she was a nymphomaniac. She had slept with a lot of guys and every time her name was mentioned—and it got mentioned a lot—all the guys laughed. We called her a “slush puppy”. I don’t know where that term came from, but if ever there was one, she was it. We’re all sitting around after a sharing a couple of pizzas, just shooting the breeze and watching TV in a rather desultory way when Wendy says,”I’m going down to the Loft.”
The Loft was a restaurant and bar where all the graduate students hung out as well as a mix of professors, undergrads, and locals. Really popular place, though in the summer it was pretty quiet.
“Ill go with her,” said Katie—”you wanna come?”
“I’m gonna stay here,” Janet said. “I’ve got beer here without the smoke and noise.”
“What about you Billy?”
“I’ll stay and keep Janet company—she’s right about the smoke and noise.”
“OK, see you later—or maybe tomorrow”, said Wendy. She bent over to pick up her purse and let me have a good look at her tits.
I knew Wendy and it would be tomorrow if there was anything at the bar wearing pants. A minute later Janet and I heard a car drive away.
“She makes me so mad I could spit,” said Janet. Coming from her, this was a strong statement.
“Why,” I asked.
“Because she’s so –so bouncy and flouncy and flaunts everything she’s got all over town. She picks up men like they’re shells on the beach. Me, I can’t even find a nice quiet guy to make out with. I’m way past being able to do anything like that.”
“Well, guys treat her like a shell on the beach— she’s everybody’s one night lay.”
“Yeah, I know,” sighed Janet. “Still, it would be nice if someone paid attention to me.”
Janet was a nice person, but definitely nothing that you would look twice at. She was rather short, with short brown going gray hair. She was getting a little pudgy—not quite a spare tire around her waist, but almost. Her upper arms were “mom’s arms”—a little flabby. She did have nice looking legs, and she was always dressed neatly and attractively—but modestly. Like tonight—she had on a red dress that came down to her knees, tan pantyhose, and she had kicked off her flat heeled loafers. Like a said, a good person, but not someone to get excited about.
Except that this was a dead summer and I was into doing crazy things after my exams.
“Well I’m a nice guy and I’ll make out with you,” I heard my self saying.
“What? Are you serious? I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well how did you mean it then?”
“I don’t know,” she said, a bit confused.
“Look,” I said, “you’re a n adult. You’ve got no husband or kids to worry about. Plus, you know me and you know you can trust me—I’m not some guy in a bar that Wendy would pick up.”
I could see her thinking. “Well, OK then,” she said. She must have been a bit crazy after exams too.
I didn’t know what I was getting into, but there was no backing out now. I went to sit close to heron the couch. We both looked at each other for a minute, unsure of how to start.
“Let’s take this slow,” I said, “let me have your hands. She held out her hands and I took them in mine. They were nice hands, not too bony, —soft and well taken care of. I slowly lifted one of them and kissed the back of it. “How’s that—too fast for you?” I deliberately kept my tone light and humorous.
She giggled and said,”yeah, slow is good.”
I had all the time in the world and I used it. I kissed her hands lightly—each finger, the backs, the palms and several minutes later I began using my tongue ever so lightly between her fingers. I was sure I was turning her on, but she was just sitting silently with her eyes closed.
I progressed to her wrists, again kissing then licking them gently. I went on like this, working my way up her arm until I reached the sleeve of her dress which I pushed up as far as it would go, but it was tight and I couldn’t get it too far up. Still, I could tell I was arousing her as kissed and licked her upper arm because she was still sitting with her eyes closed, but her breathing was starting to become more rapid. “Anytime you want me to stop, just say so,” I told her. She just shook her head slowly from side to side.
I decided the time had come progress to a more sensitive area. I changed my position and started breathing on her neck and in her ears. I ran my hands through her hair and kissed the back of her neck. I nibbled her ear lobes, licked the side of her cheek, kissed and nibbled and licked the back of her neck. I gently lifted her chin and began kissing her throat and the underside of her chin.
My aunt, who had taken me to bed for the first time in my life when I was 17 had told me that women like to be kissed gently on their throat and under their chin and at the back of their neck. She said that at least for her, there was a direct link between the back of her neck and her pussy. She told me that kissing and caressing her there made her pussy get wet and open up (a fact which I can attest to .) I wanted to see if the same was true of Janet because I had decided not to stop at making out with Janet. I wanted to see if I could fuck her. And judging from the way she was responding to my kisses, she was thinking the same way. She had slid down a little on the sofa, and her feet were on the floor—not really far apart, but farther apart than when I had started kissing her. That meant her knees were wider apart, and that meant I could easily slide my hand all the way up her leg to her cleft. But that would come later.
I noticed that she had begun to caress her self—using one hand to touch my head or face while the other one was roaming and touching her own body. Nothing overtly sexual, but just a touch here and there, a bit of stroking, and then her hand moved on. However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she touched her self on the inside of her knee and left her hand there for about 10 seconds, and another time she definitely slid her hand over her breast.
Now I was kissing her face—forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin, all over –except her mouth. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to make her hot. I wanted to build up her desire so that when I worked my way down to her pussy she would cream very quickly. My aunt had also taught me that a lot of foreplay is the best way to satisfy both yourself and your lover and she had proved it to me.
Unfortunately Janet was wearing a dress that had no buttons or fasteners on the front. So I did the logical thing. I unzipped her dress in the back. I didn’t go very far down, but it allowed me to start kissing her back. Everyone has certain spots where they like to be kissed, but by now Janet seemed to have become one big erogenous zone. I kissed and licked her shoulders and back and every time I pressed my lips to her warm skin she shivered and made a noise—a range of noises– between the sharp hissing intake of breath to a low sexy moan. My cock was starting to feel really uncomfortable in my jeans.
Now it was time to get serious and really turn up the heat in her panties. First, I took off my shirt—I was getting warm myself. Then I sat down on the floor, lifted one of her feet, slipped off her shoe , and began kissing her toes.” “Oh God, she said in a strangled voice—”oh my God!” She slid down a little further on the couch and spread her legs a little more and starting stroking herself from her knees to her shoulders with both hands. Watching her caress her own body turned me on even more and sitting on the floor like that was causing my dick to hurt. I got on my knees and continued to kiss her toes, then switching to the other one, covering her whole pantyhose–covered foot with kisses, heavy, light, tongue, no tongue… It made her squirm, and I kept getting harder and hotter as she started wiggling her hips and cupping her boobs in her hands.
I was working my way up her leg, that smooth nylon–covered shapely leg that was making me want to come all over it… I was trying to keep my mind on what I was doing, but it became almost impossible as she spread her legs even further and began touching herself, pushing her dress up and stroking he thighs. God I was turned on! Here was a woman with her skirt up above the dark bands of nylon at the top her pantyhose, rubbing her hands over herself. And then, as I continued to kiss her legs around the knees, came the moment I was waiting for.
She touched herself between her legs, rubbing her mound, and sliding her finger down the crooked line of the seam of her pantyhose, down to her pussy. When her hand touched her pussy she began rubbing it in a circular motion with three fingers and she began to pant and mew.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I skipped the oral treatment I was going to give her thighs and went straight to her hand. I pushed her knees apart and stuck my face straight into her crotch and started biting and sucking and licking her fingers which were busy on her cunt. She put a hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth directly against the wet spot on her pantyhose. I could feel the outline of her swollen pussy lips against the slick nylon and I poked my tongue directly into her slit.
And she came. She came hard, moaning and bucking her hips forward against my face, trying to drive my tongue deep into her pussy. That wasn’t going to happen because she had on pantyhose and a pair of pink nylon bikini panties. But not for long. Even before she had stopped quivering she was pulling her pantyhose down, pulling her panties down, and begging me to fuck her. I was trying to hold back my orgasm until I was inside her dripping snatch, but that wasn’t gong to happen either.
Feeling her shake and shiver while my face was buried in her nylon covered pussy had pushed me too far. I held back and held back.but she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. She pushed me back and started ripping at my jeans and shorts, pinning me there with the weight of her body. As she got my jeans down over my hips and pulled my short s down I started to squirt my load of cum. She knew just what to do. She grabbed my cock and shoved it in her mouth, letting me finish my orgasm there.. A few minutes later she lifted her head and said in a voice thickened by sex and almost unrecognizable, “how long till you can fuck my brains out?” As she whispered this out of character sentence she straddled me and lowered her sopping cunt onto my now deflated cock.
Any time a woman asks you how long she has to wait until you can fuck here it has an immediate effect. My cock tried to get hard again, but obviously it wouldn’t. “It may take a little while, but I think I can keep you happy in the meantime, “I managed to say.
“Keep me happy,” she ordered.
I started by helping her to lay on her back and then I positioned my self over her so my limp cock was resting in her soaked pussy. I moved my hips back and forth, creating a little friction. I reached out on either side and stroked her legs. I reached back and caressed her feet and ankles. I leaned forward and kissed her lips deep and hard and she responded with her tongue. I kissed her lightly all over her face. I slid down and sucked her hard nipples. All this took a little time. Then I slid down further and began to roll her pantyhose slowly further down.
First, I kissed her navel. Then, down to the hairline of her snatch . I nuzzled the closely trimmed curls for a few minutes. She began to pant and squirm a bit, putting her hands on my head and rubbing my hair. I went over to the side and nibbled her hips. She was panting harder now and thrusting her hips up slightly off the floor. Her pussy lay open and exposed before me like a pink flower opening to the sun. And I dived in.
I put my mouth on her cunt and began long slow strokes from bottom to top. Then I stopped and pressed my tongue deep between her cunt lips and rotated my tongue. Then I moved my face from side to side.
She was moaning now and thrusting against my face and my cock was nearly hard enough to fuck her from listening to her soft sexual cries. I slid my hands around and under her ass and lifter her up to my face, squeezing her ass cheeks and digging deep into her pussy with my flicking tongue. Now my cock was ready for her.
With my hands I helped her onto her knees and pulled her pantyhose down to her knees.. She put her elbows on the couch cushions, looking back over her shoulder with a glazed look on her face. “Put it in me,” all the way,” she commanded. Which I did.
I put the end of my cock against her gaping and soaked pussy and I pushed myself in. I inched forward on my knees and pushed up tight against her ass, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto me. Then o rocked forward and slammed my whole weight against her, driving my cock just that little bit further in.
And that did it. She burst into sexual flames and burned me up. With a shriek she began bouncing her ass up and down as her cunt tightened around my cock. It felt like she was squeezing me with her fist and I started to shoot inside her. I slid my hands forward and under her and grabbed her tits. It was like trying to hold an animal that was determined to get away. There was no tenderness now. I grabbed her boobs and hung on and rode her like a bucking bronco. I was squirting deep into her snatch no, pumping madly, and trying to ride the hurricane of passion that she had become.
Some minutes later we both sat on the floor, sweaty, smelling like sex, and recovering our breath. She still had her pantyhose on, so she finished pulling them off. I took them out of her hands and smelled the crotch. “The sweetest perfume in the world,” I said. She laughed and said, I’ll keep you supplied with all the pantyhose you want.” To which I replied, “Only if your legs are in them.”
We slid down further on the floor and lay companionably entwined, kissing each other gently. “I don’t think I can do it again,” she said.
“Never?” I asked.
“No, silly, until tomorrow night when Katie and her slut friend go out again,” she said. “”Just one thing though.”
“What’s that?”
I don’t want to rush things—I just want you to make out with me until I can’t stand it anymore and I’m ready to come —then fuck me silly.” I love the way you kissed my whole body before trying to make me cream. Can you do that for me?”
“I think I can, “I said, smiling. “Just one thing—please wear pantyhose again.”
“I will”, she promised, and with that I laid my head in her crotch, still clasping her pantyhose, and dozed off.