Thanks for all the comments and likes on the last post – been thinking about this incident for a while, it’s a ‘go to’ from the bank when in need…still another long, no apologies given!
I was 35 years old, in damn good shape, and was at a military sports competition. She was 20, up until that point the largest age gap I had enjoyed, a different Service to me. We met for the first and only time at this sports competition between the three Services (be giving away far too much to say which sport…); suffice it to say that it’s a very physical one and the women in it have exceptionally fine arses, as all the power and movement comes from there. She was no exception to this rule, with lovely strong, toned legs, a fine bottom, perky due to age and exercise, and a surprisingly large bust; frighteningly intelligent and on the front foot with her banter, she was fun from the moment I met her – Katie.
Day one of this competition is the team event, the most important day – bragging rights were up for grabs between three highly competitive organisations; due to a random concussion I was suffering from, we won – my brain re-wiring itself led to me being exceptionally unpredictable, which got us a hat load of points, and ultimately the title. Prize giving at a ‘local’ pub follows; this base was in the outskirts of a provincial English town – middle of nowhere. I had seen this girl earlier in the day and thought she was cute – one of my younger male friends had made it quite clear that he was after her, so naturally I tried to compete – I had nothing to lose afterall; if I lost well fair enough, he’s younger than me by a considerable distance so it should be easy for him, but if not and I got her, well, beaten by an old man (as he liked to call me)…he would not live that down.
Little did we realise, it turned out she was actually playing us both and was merely deciding the order of play…
So – as I said I had seen Katie earlier in the day, and was determined to talk to her more at the social – this was pub-grub and beer. She was wearing jeans and a rugby shirt, collar up, blonde hair up in a ponytail, and looked good; being more senior, i was in jeans and boots with a shirt and blazer, clean shaven. I managed to snag a seat next to her, and proceed to flirt the fuck out of her for the rest of the evening; never one for giving flattery when a girl is clothed, I made sure that she was challenged at every turn, from where she was studying, to the Service she was looking to join (she was a university student being sponsored, a bit like the US ROTC programme). She liked/did not like being challenged, if that makes sense, and therefore was doing her damnest to fight back, which of course made the evening fly by.
So through the evening what did I discover by this challenging method of engagement – that she was 20, at uni studying for a medical degree (no pre-med in the UK), being sponsored by the military to be there, had a bf, yup had a bf, was into opera and loved watersports (not that type…). As soon as I heard about the bf my heart fell a bit, but my effort did not lessen – I was actually enjoying meeting someone new (i know this crowd very well, and although they are among my best friends, the conversation can be slow at times).
Dinner comes and goes, my younger make chum has joined us, and is trying uber hard to get on her good side – he attempts a few pot shots at me, including my then marital status, which rather backfires as I was in the middle of a divorce – it’s truly remarkable what that bit of information does to a womans brain (more of that in other posts). anyway, the three of us are getting on very well, she can clearly tell what the game is, but is occasionally coyly hiding behind the bf card – whatever, I am having a fun time of flirting and the possibility of my mate being cock-blocked in this case is hilarious.
Closing time and everyone except the three of us head back to the base to sleep it off – very early start the next day etc. We want to carry on though there’s always the chance of some fun, so we try to find a bar or club that is actually open (Monday night in a provincial English town, not working out that well) to no avail – apparently had we looked but two minutes harder we would have found a club, but ah well.
We are starting to sober when we finally come across an off-licence that is still serving – completely illegally at this point, but am frankly un-fussed if they chose to make a bit more money off my desire for booze; we get some crisps (chips for the US audience) a bottle of Jack, and some coke (the liquid variety). Next thing – where the hell to go?? The lack of a venue was what drove us to the offie in the first place after all… She, being only just 20, and therefore more in touch with her teenage self, suggest a graveyard she saw next to a church off the high street. Okay then…
So we go and chill out… at night, in November, in England, in a grave yard. Am thinking that perhaps there is no chance of getting to see her breasts tonight, so appealing through her top. Still, the night is fun – these two are really starting to flirt hard, so I let them get on with it, and just throw the occasional line into the mix, and actually we end up having a fun night. The bottle being empty we head home. And go to bed obvs, End of the evening, right?
Well, not so much. :)
On the long walk back to the base, she excitedly says “I wish there were more time; I’m going to have you, then you!” pointing at me first. I think nothing much of this, as she is quite drunk and has been constantly referencing her bf. The next thing that happens is very out of keeping – somehow we get into a game of you-show-me-yours – well, me and my male friend are both very fit, and being in the military have no issue with nudity, so next thing you know we are walking up the road, with her in front, with our trousers and pants around are ankles. Did i mention it was night, in November, in England? Somehow she still likes what she sees, but despite best effort, it’s somehow only a game of show-me-yours – what dupes are we!
Numbers had been exchanged earlier. We get back to the main gate, flash our id’s, and head back to the accommodation – the girls are staying in female-only barracks, but there are only five girls in total, so they each have a barracks room to themselves. My mate and I are in the male only one, which is toppers. We drop her off at hers, say goodnight, all very chaste, and frankly we are a little crest-fallen; lots of pounding on the back type of action, and better luck next time type of thing. Little did I realise.
Fast forward ten minutes, and I am lying on my scratcher waiting to doze off, phone in hand. It buzzes. It’s Katie.
– Hi. The front door is unlocked. I am alone on my floor. Do you want to keep me company?
Literally my heart goes from 50-to-150 bpm in seconds flat; coupled with that amazing butterfly feeling of ‘oh fuck this is happening’.
– Yes. Where are you?
– First Floor, on the left as you come up the stairs. (first floor is US Second floor, translation sometimes needed!)
– Two minutes.
Now, I am not the only one in the barracks room – indeed, I am in the top bunk, and have only just got into bed, having had a conversation with a couple of people on the way – i.e. not everyone is asleep. So now, I have to sneak out, my heart racing, my cock very much going through it’s own self testing system, go into a barracks room I am not allowed into, try and find Katie and then fuck her brains out. Well, the juice is worth the squeeze, so I do exactly that; I slip on my old desert boots, and a pair of shorts over my pants, slide a t-shirt on. One of my friends wakes up.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, old man pee,” I respond. He snorts and rolls over, I carry on – how he did not hear the hammering of my heart at this point is anyones guess. Sneaking around is hot, but holy fuck is it nerve wracking. I go towards the heads, then take a right, head to the front door – these desert boots are silent on the concrete floor, and I am gently placing my feet down. Silence reigns, so the buzz of my phone in my hand scares the shit out of me.
– Are you coming?? ;)
– Yes!! This is dangerous for me! Two minutes!
I poke my head out of the front door to the barracks, look left look right – no one in sight. I fair sprint across the open ground to the girls barracks, praying the door is unlocked as she promised. It is, but it is also on a spring, and very noisy – edging it open i realise will telegraph that someone is trying to be quiet, so I brazenly fling it open and hurtle inside. My heart is still pounding, so loud; my senses are on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. I check the instructions – phone has died. Shit. Left or rights from First floor stairwell? Ground floor or first floor. I look round – I am horny and lost. make a choice and sneak into the first barracks room I find – the light coming in the windows illuminates the scene, and I can see a bundled shape on one of the beds…
“Katie?” I whisper, heart hammering.
“No…” comes back a sleepy reply, and I run for the door! Shit shit shit. The stairs. I fly up them, and into the next barracks room – this time the right one – she is sitting on her bed cross legged, her phone in her hand, sports bra covering those glorious breasts, and some boy-shorts on. She looks at me, naughty smile on her face, biting her lower lip.
“Where have you been??” I roll me eyes at her, grin and start stripping – I take everything off other than my pants, while she shrugs out of her underwear. She is on the top bunk and leans over – I lean in fast to meet her and we are snogging hard. I can taste the Jack on her breathe as our tongues intertwine in her mouth, then mine. She is grinning, I can feel her lips turning up into a smile as we kiss. I run my hands round the back of her head, over her neck – her skin is so smooth, porcelain pale, firm.
I break the kiss. The upper bunk is at my head height – perfect. “Lay down and spread your legs,” I tell her, “I want to do something for you.” She gets excited, lays down on her back -, spreads her legs; her breasts, so pert and firm, and so LARGE for her frame, are sitting up, and they jiggle around as she breathes heavily; I can hear her giggling in anticipation. Apparently, so I’ve discovered, guys her age do not eat pussy…? She is trimmed, not shaved, blonde hair darkened by her pussy juices. I start kissing up the inside of her thigh, moving up towards her pretty pussy, breathe out on her clit, then down the other leg; then move back in, and responding to her moans, finally dive in, kissing and licking her pussy lips sliding my tongue into her. She tastes very neutral, and the noises she makes belay her lack of experience and young age – she makes noises she can’t control, she’s not familiar with, loudly, then softly – am glad that she is there on her own…!
It’s fun eating her out standing up, her on her back; she does not know what to do with her hands, she’s moaning and groaning and loving some attention from my tongue and mouth; I slide a finger or two in there as well, she is tight, which bodes well for the fun we are going to have. But I can’t reach the rest of her body, and I want to, it’s succulently young and sexy. I break away a moment, panting hard, and get out of my pants, freeing my poor hard cock from the constraints. I climb up next to her on the bunk bed; my mouth is covered in her juices, and kiss her hard on the mouth, my hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples, pulling them, teasing them – she liked that.
She pushes me off, pushes me on my back – with a quick look at me with a naughty smile, she opens wide and uses her tongue to bring my cock into her mouth. She takes me deep, and focuses hard on licking the tip of my very hard dick, then sliding her mouth back down – the sight of her young firm body doubled over and worshipping my cock naked is almost too much. She’s so hot, her figure, which i finally got to see in the half light of the barracks room, was perfect, slim waist, nice hips which i looked forward to gripping hard.
I need to get inside her, so grabbed her hands and pulled her further up my body so she was squatting over my cock, hard and literally throbbing slightly with the bloody pressure. She grabs it firmly and presses the tip against her cunt, gasps and looks up a the ceiling as she impales herself on me – bareback, the only really dumb thing we did. She starts grinding her hips around on me, I get my hands on her stunning tits, moving one hand down to her clit, thumbing it while she rides me! She’s focusing so hard to get me as deep inside her as she can, it just feels amazing, but I want to dictate the pace. With her still straddling me, I spin us such that I am on top, my cock still buried in her – I start pumping her as hard as i can, the jack has worked well enough that I am not about to cum quick. I grab her legs and push them over my shoulder, she likes that, but pulls them further so that her feet are by her ears – gods I am deep in her, my naked dick in her soaked pussy.
“Too much…too much!” she cries, and pushes me off. Breathing deep, she’s still horny – she gets on all fours, spreads her legs and looks back at me – “take me like this, come on come on!” I get behind her, push my cock into her in one smooth motion (she’s wet, but still so tight) – she is tense as I enter her and go deep; she moans with every twitch of my naked cock in her, as the blood pumps through. I lean over her, draping over her back, one hand gripping one of her luscious tits, and then start fucking her – slowly at first then faster and deeper, until I am pounding her and the is crying in pleasure! We fuck like this for a bit, covered in sweat then take a break – soaked and knackered, we nap for a little in spoons, my hands on her tits.
I wake up, my cock is hard and pressed against her arse, I roll her onto her back, spread her legs and simply fuck her as hard as I can, legs spread, pinning her arms back above her head, kissing her hard….we are both panting and moaning, because it is hot as fuck sex, while her orgasm starts to build. She comes; I get close feeling her pussy ripple around my cock; I pull out as it is too much and cum all over her stomach…
We get our breathe back, smiling, suddenly slightly shy. I go the bathroom, and get some tissues to clean up the cum pooling in her belly button…then I dress and sneak back to my barracks. She sends me one last text:
– Fuck that was good.
I cannot disagree.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xxnwc/mf_intellectual_challenge_leads_to_orgasms_or_how
Hot damn! In my fantasy, while you were eating her standing up, another girl sneaks in and starts blowing you from the bottom bunk.