A while ago now I studied geology. The best part was the field trips: every summer we would go out into the wide world and hang out at a survey site or do a course in the middle of nowhere (with interesting rocks). By the end of my study I knew enough of the field techniques to be a supervisor for other Universities. I was teaching surveying and illustration when I met Ellie.
Ellie for me had two main qualities. She was annoying and she was hot. It also turned out that she wanted me and was not going to give up until she got what she wanted.
She was from Ecuador, and was petite with a big bust. She wore jean shorts and spaghetti string tops that showed off her lithe arms and dark skin. She was adopted – her parents were, weirdly, Japanese-English and she had grown up in London. She spoke with a cut glass upper-class accent. All of this for me ticked the hot column.
On the other side of the ledger was her irritations. She talked about herself, constantly and loudly. She over-laughed at jokes, and didn’t get other jokes at all. She was spoiled and petulant and lazy. She gathered around her a little gang of girls who could bear her prattle.
At an early point in the proceedings she decided she liked me. She was undeniably cute but her personality was nails on a blackboard. I just couldn’t be near her. I was polite enough but stayed clear.
We were staying in a campsite near a tiny town. There were a couple of pubs there and we were all out drinking after a hard days work. I had sunk probably more than my fair share of strong Belgian lager. She was hanging out at the table laughing like a hose and generally jamming her crowbar of inanity into other people’s conversations. I had had enough and announced I was going to go and get some sleep.
I had got a minute down the road when Ellie caught up with me. We walked and, being drunk, I told her how annoying she was. She laughed at that like I was being silly. The campsite was up a lane and in a farmer’s unused field and as we made our way up it she slid her lithe little hand into mine. Oh fuck it, I thought.
I pulled her to me and kissed her hungrily, she met me with equal enthusiasm, sliding her tongue into my mouth. My hand was on her tiny waist, the other gripping her firm 19-year-old ass. We made our way to my tent, tripling over guy ropes. I’d made it pretty comfortable as I was there for about eight weeks – a couple of duvets laid out for a mattress. It was September and still warm.
We fumbled our way to the ground, undressing quickly. I was in my shorts, she her underwear. I unclipped her bra and fuck her breasts were incredibly soft. I’d never felt anything like it and I sucked her nipples hungrily. She moaned expertly – I found out later on she had fucked half the guys on the site – and pulled off her tiny panties to finger her wet pussy. She loved it, bucking her hips against me. I felt around in the dark for my wash kit and a condom.
I rolled onto my back and slipped it on, moved her so she was straddling me. She took my cock and began to rub it over her pussy. She lowered herself. Fuck she was tight.
‘I…’ She was breathing hard. ‘I…don’t think it’s going to fit in.’ This caused several emotions. First, pride: always nice to be told you’ve got a big cock, even if indirectly. Second, a sense of challenge: oh yes it fucking will. I kissed her breasts again and reached between her legs to rub her clit. A minute later I was sliding inside her wet and incredibly tight cunt.
Her moan was alto, deep and long as her hands held my shoulders and I raised my cock up into her. I started to take her faster and she collapsed forward, pressing those cloud-soft breasts against me as I fucked her feeling her pussy grip me fist like. I reached to grab her perfect small and round ass.
I needed to change so I rolled her onto her back and put her ankle over my shoulder to give it to her deep, which it turned out she liked. I was saying all kinds of drunken filthy shit which approved of, asking her to beg me for more, to tell me how it feels to have her pussy spread open by my big cock, to open her legs wider for me and so on.
I was getting close so I pulled out and, with pleasant instinct, she pulled the condom off and began to blow me. She was a pro. Not deep but she could take about half the shaft and suck hard. Her little hand did the rest of the work. I was leaning back on my hands while she did this. I swore as I came and she sucked harder, swallowing the lot. After that she put her clothes on and left and I passed out.
The next day I heard her loudly telling her friends ‘…and he said he would have fucked me again if he had another condom’ which sounds plausible but I don’t remember it. It was also annoying as everyone found out I had fucked her and I was the butt of many jokes. We didn’t hook up again – there were several other horny (and it turns out far, far weirder) girls on that particular trip. A good summer all round.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a7r1yx/annoying_hot_persistent_girl_mf
Discreet, she wasn’t. Would love to hear about the weirder girls, though.
I loved your writing style ☺️