[MF] Discovering the joy of having a workout buddy while studying in Paris for the semester

Hi there! It’s the first time I’m sharing a story over here and looking back at it, I’ve just written it very spontaneous. While that might not read as fluently as you’re used to over here, I wanted to keep it that way because I still want to keep it a real story. This is how I experienced it. Tips are always welcome though. ;)

I got the chance to study in Paris as an exchange student for one semester. Which is awesome as a 23 years old girl of course. It’s been a blast so far. Work for school doesn’t really allow me to discover the city as much as I’d love to and I don’t party as much as you’d imagine for a stereotypical student on the Erasmus program, but I did have lots of fun.

I’ve always been a rather “normal” person. Not really introvert and boring, but my typical week didn’t include spectacular adventures or sexual escapades. Being abroad for a few months didn’t turn me into a Nymphomaniac, but I discovered the joy of having casual sex.

I live at Cité Internationale Universitaire de Paris. Let’s say it’s a bunch of dorms for international students, south of the city centre. The perfect environment for an exchange student, but maybe not the ideal place for someone who wants to experience the city.

And that’s where Nicolas gets in the picture. He was a French student I met on a night out. Don’t ask me about any details since it’s kinda blurry but I was talking about how my friend always ditched me last minute when we went running. He was really fit and muscular but didn’t act cocky or too egocentric. Nothing happened that night, but we exchanged numbers and he promised me he would pick me up at least once a week to go for a run. And that’s how it started.

The first few times he didn’t make a move but there clearly was a sexual tension. I noticed him checking me out while I was wearing my running gear all the time.
On a Saturday afternoon it started raining when he picked me up for our run. “Hey, you’re not afraid of getting wet, are you?” When I was with him, I didn’t really care. We were soaked after a few minutes. I could feel the water through the thin fabric of my tight sports clothes.

And boy. I was happy I didn’t cancel our appointment because of the weather. The sight of Nicolas in these wet clothes was amazing. His chest and well toned abs were visible through the green soccer jersey he was wearing. He wore a pair of tight blue compression shorts with white Nike sports shorts on top. And damn. Even with these two layers (including the tight base layer) his bulge was visible. I couldn’t stop looking at him.

When we arrived, the rain was almost unbearable. I invited Nicolas to my dorm to wait for the weather to calm down. Within a second of closing the door, we were kissing passionately.

We were still soaked from running in the rain, but the warm wet spot around my pussy started to get bigger as we kept discovering each other’s bodies. “Hmm Soph, do you have some energy left for another workout?”

I took him into the shower and he started to take off his clothes. “Wait. Not yet,” I told him. “If we’re going to do some extra exercises, we might as well do it in the right gear.” I loved the idea of being in a steamy shower with him. The smell of sweat. Already a bit exhausted but too horny to give up. Wanting to rip each other’s clothes off but also trying to tease each other as long as possible by keeping them on in the shower. This was great.

I started grinding my ass against his almost transparent shorts with the obvious shape of his giant cock underneath them. He grabbed my tits and started to massage them with shampoo. The feeling of an excessive amount of shampoo running over my clothes and in between our bodies was so horny. I wanted him to fuck me hard, but that would be too easy.

I took him to my bed and removed his soccer shorts, allowing me to play with that bulge in his compression shorts. The water and soap ruined my bed but I didn’t care at all. I wanted his cum. I wanted to taste it.

I took his throbbing cock out of the compression shorts while he was laying on my bed. I took as much as I could into my mouth and started to give him an intense blowjob. I remember pure lust. I wasn’t thinking at all. I only experienced the shape of his cock in my mouth, under my tongue and in my throat.

I could feel the rhythm building up. His dick started pulsating. His butt was getting tighter. The rhythm was visible when his strong abs started contracting through the wet soccer jersey. Light groans evolved into him begging me to continue.

I got back up to make out once again but pushed him on his back when he wanted to get up. I made sure he got the climax he deserved by giving him a handjob.

The look he gave me while I kept stroking gave away he was close to erupt. One loud moan and thick ropes of pearly white cum were shooting out of his dick. He covered his soccer jersey up to his big chest. So damn hot.

We didn’t have sex that day but our “workouts” definitely got more diverse. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7okooc/mf_discovering_the_joy_of_having_a_workout_buddy