belcurv: I met her in the swimming pool at school. I was in my speedos, swimming laps. She was sitting on the end of the pool, right above my lane. Every time I hit the end and made my turn, I wondered why she was just sitting there and never jumped in. She had been doing some stretching, but then just perched there, watching me.
When I finally finished my 2000 meters, I stopped and faced her, waiting to catch my breath. I liked that she was staring right at me.
"You have a nice stroke," she commented. I loved that line and the fact that she was making the first move. I had a policy in college of ONLY going out with women who asked me first. I pulled myself out of the water and stood there dripping, the speedos clinging to my half engorged cock and large balls. As I climbed out of the pool I had hoisted myself up in one motion, showing off the strength in my arms, and facing my crotch directly into her gaze to make sure she got at least one good look at my size. She remained seated for a good 45 seconds, looking up at my eyes momentarily, but then gluing them to my bulging speedos, overtly licking her lips for a moment. Then she stood up to talk. My attraction to her and my hopes that she might be as aggressive in the bedroom as she was poolside ramped up when she kept looking back down and taking long, direct stares at my bulge as we exchanged a few awkward, giddy sentences of small talk. The chemistry was instantaneous. And I immediately had a feeling she was focused on my cock. My cock was certainly focused on her.
I thought she had just gotten there and was about to take a swim, but when I left, she left, too, and must have dressed in a hurry because she was there to meet me upstairs on the way out. We exchanged phone numbers. A few days later, she called and invited me to see a movie with her. The "New York Erotic Film Festival" was playing on campus.
I was pleasantly shocked when the first film short started and there was full frontal nudity. An attractive woman in a sauna with two nude men perched on the seat above hers, so their cocks were right at her face level. Within a minute, she was sucking both of them, taking turns going back and forth and talking to the camera at the same time. The whole festival was artistic hard core porn, something I never imagined. I wondered, did she know it was going to be explicit? When I let my leg lean against hers, she leaned back. At that age I was usually pretty shy on the first date, but this and the movie had me throbbing hard. My cock was bigger than the guys in the flick, but I managed to keep it to the side so it didn't pop out of my pants. I was glad they weren't as big as me. I was anticipating whipping my cock out later that night and imagining her falling to her knees to worship mine, that she would compare it to the porn stars' and go for bone. My imagination soared. Maybe she would even have an orgasm just from sucking me, because my cock was better than theirs.
By the end of the movie, I was beyond horny and anticipating a hot night with Angela. She was athletic, smooth, had an unbelievable ass and huge, dark eyes with natural long eyelashes. The sexiest thing about her was her hair: soft, dark, down to her butt, thick as a horse's mane. I imagined taking her back to her dorm room and her blowing me seconds after we got the door closed. I couldn't wait to fuck her, and knew it was only a matter of minutes to walk that one block to her room, so had a raging boner pressing against my jeans. It was dark, though, so I didn't think she could see it.
We got back to her room, and luckily she had no roommates. I took her in my arms and began to french kiss her, deeply probing her mouth with my tongue, and sliding my large hands around her slender waist. She wore a black leotard under her corduroy pants. She was something of a tomboy, always wearing slacks and hiking boots, but the black leotard top was silky smooth and showed off her gorgeous curves and nice arms.
I was disappointed that she did not immediately grab my cock as I ground my bulge into her abdomen...
to be continued
When I finally finished my 2000 meters, I stopped and faced her, waiting to catch my breath. I liked that she was staring right at me.
"You have a nice stroke," she commented. I loved that line and the fact that she was making the first move. I had a policy in college of ONLY going out with women who asked me first. I pulled myself out of the water and stood there dripping, the speedos clinging to my half engorged cock and large balls. As I climbed out of the pool I had hoisted myself up in one motion, showing off the strength in my arms, and facing my crotch directly into her gaze to make sure she got at least one good look at my size. She remained seated for a good 45 seconds, looking up at my eyes momentarily, but then gluing them to my bulging speedos, overtly licking her lips for a moment. Then she stood up to talk. My attraction to her and my hopes that she might be as aggressive in the bedroom as she was poolside ramped up when she kept looking back down and taking long, direct stares at my bulge as we exchanged a few awkward, giddy sentences of small talk. The chemistry was instantaneous. And I immediately had a feeling she was focused on my cock. My cock was certainly focused on her.
I thought she had just gotten there and was about to take a swim, but when I left, she left, too, and must have dressed in a hurry because she was there to meet me upstairs on the way out. We exchanged phone numbers. A few days later, she called and invited me to see a movie with her. The "New York Erotic Film Festival" was playing on campus.
I was pleasantly shocked when the first film short started and there was full frontal nudity. An attractive woman in a sauna with two nude men perched on the seat above hers, so their cocks were right at her face level. Within a minute, she was sucking both of them, taking turns going back and forth and talking to the camera at the same time. The whole festival was artistic hard core porn, something I never imagined. I wondered, did she know it was going to be explicit? When I let my leg lean against hers, she leaned back. At that age I was usually pretty shy on the first date, but this and the movie had me throbbing hard. My cock was bigger than the guys in the flick, but I managed to keep it to the side so it didn't pop out of my pants. I was glad they weren't as big as me. I was anticipating whipping my cock out later that night and imagining her falling to her knees to worship mine, that she would compare it to the porn stars' and go for bone. My imagination soared. Maybe she would even have an orgasm just from sucking me, because my cock was better than theirs.
By the end of the movie, I was beyond horny and anticipating a hot night with Angela. She was athletic, smooth, had an unbelievable ass and huge, dark eyes with natural long eyelashes. The sexiest thing about her was her hair: soft, dark, down to her butt, thick as a horse's mane. I imagined taking her back to her dorm room and her blowing me seconds after we got the door closed. I couldn't wait to fuck her, and knew it was only a matter of minutes to walk that one block to her room, so had a raging boner pressing against my jeans. It was dark, though, so I didn't think she could see it.
We got back to her room, and luckily she had no roommates. I took her in my arms and began to french kiss her, deeply probing her mouth with my tongue, and sliding my large hands around her slender waist. She wore a black leotard under her corduroy pants. She was something of a tomboy, always wearing slacks and hiking boots, but the black leotard top was silky smooth and showed off her gorgeous curves and nice arms.
I was disappointed that she did not immediately grab my cock as I ground my bulge into her abdomen...
to be continued
