[MF] “Your bio says you like smoking trees? How about you bring some of that over, and then I climb you like a tree?”

Her name was Carolina, 20, going to the same college as me, and we had matched on Tinder a few days before. She had pale skin, with just a hint of honey in it, and dark, striking eyes the exact same shade as her hair and eyebrows. She looked a lot like [Anne Hatheway](https://imgur.com/a/lSoi8gs), but with thicker, more defined eyebrows and a rounder face.

And her body didn’t disappoint either; she had a couple bikini pictures, and she was curvy in all the right places while also being skinny enough for her abs to be clearly visible, forming smooth lines down her stomach. Her profile said she had been a model and I could believe it.

I was a little entranced, and her profile had said she taking applications for a friends with benefits, so I messaged her.
“Is there an oral interview for this position?

She replied later that evening. “Of course! How else could I tell if you’re qualified?

We continued to flirt a for few more messages, and then I absentmindly forget to reply and drifted off to sleep.

And then, forced to deal with some busier times at work, I continuously forget to reply for the next week. It’s a very good thing genetics blessed me, because otherwise I would be far too lazy and disorganized to ever actually get laid. I’m 22, with bright blue-green eyes, defined cheekbones and a jawline, capped off with dense, styled bronze-brown hair. And I’m 6’1 and weigh 160 pounds, skinny enough that any muscle I have is fairly defined. I’m by no means huge, but I lift weights, and I’m pretty much all [lean muscle](https://imgur.com/a/gbYsRxA).

Now, she had been a former model, and probably had high standards, but I had briefly had been a model too, and evidently, I met her standards, becuase a week later, she messaged me out of the blue.

She asked how my day was going, with a winky face, and we talked for a few more messages.Then, she sent me one of the better lines I’ve ever gotten on tinder.

On my profile, I had a quote, “I like smoking trees and climbing trees, and if that doesn’t sum my personality, I’m not sure what will”

So she messaged me, saying “Your bio says you like smoking trees? Why don’t you bring some of that over, and then I climb you like a tree?”. Her bio said she was an English writing major, and now I could believe that, too. I was raring to go after that, and a few message and some hurried preparations later, I found myself driving over to her apartment complex, weed supplies in tow and nice blazer covering my frame.

It was the same student apartment complex I had lived in the previous year (it’s a small college town), so I knew where to go. I texted her, waiting outside her building to be let in by her. A minute later, I saw something amazing. There was a set of stairs she had to walk down to open up the door, and I had a great view of them through a window in the door.

Caroline took her first step down the stairs, and I immediately started paying attention. She was wearing high-heel boots, a black, tight miniskirt, and some kind of lacy blouse thing, and looked even better than her Tinder pictures. She took each step carefully, slowly, deliberately in those boots, and each step resulted in her pale, exposed things quivering and bouncing, with a perfect combination of tightness and jiggle . I hungrily watched her come down the stairs and open the door.

I walked towards her, a little slowly, my head held high and my shoulders back. She looked at me and I could tell from her body language that she wanted me to keep going. So I walked right up to her, enjoying how much taller I was than her, and with careful attention paid to how she was reacting, used a finger to tilt her chin up so I could lean down to kiss her.

She melted into the kiss as I used an arm to pull her a little closer, her lips hungry for mine. After a few, long seconds, I broke it off, and she opened her eyes, looked up at me with her big, expressive dark eyes, and said, “Oh shit, you’re hot”

I smirked, and let her lead me up to her room. I asked her if she still wanted to smoke some trees, and she assented. I’ve always loved being high during sex, so this worked for me, and we soon were smoking out of a pipe, blowing the smoke out an open window. (Pay attention here, because this open window will come up later.)

She coughed a ton, on her very first hit, and I teased her about it. Apparently she had only ever smoked weed out of dab pens, which I found to be a strange concept; she said she was high all the time, but she had never smoked flower before. Soon enough, though, we had gone through two bowls, and we were feeling good.

I set down the pipe on a table, making a loud click followed by nervous, excited silence for a beat or two.

****Sex starts here ****

Ilooked over at her, took a step closer, and within seconds, we were making out, desperate for each other. I walked forward with her until I had her pushed up against the wall, and as I did so, she just clung to me tighter. Her lips were hot and needy, but I forced myself away to kiss my way down her neck, prompting her to throw her head back and moan. I played with her, working my way down to her cheekbones and up to her earlobes, mixing nibbles and bites and kisses all together.

She was loving it, whispering to herself “fuck, fuck, fuck” when she wasn’t moaning or gasping. I pulled her away from the wall after a minute, and pushed her down onto her bed, pressing myself down onto her as we continued to makeout. I continued to kiss my way down her neck, using one hand to pin both of hers above her head, while I used the other hand to pull down her blouse for better access. I could feel her writhing underneath me, at this point, so I sat up, straddled her, and finished removing her blouse and bra, so that I could oh-so-slowly continue to kiss my way down her body.

She was beautiful with her top off, big but firm breasts and very slightly exposed ribs, and I ran my hands over everywhere except her hard nipples. I wanted to tease her, first. So I kept kissing my way down to her hips, noticing the places that she responded to and focusing there, before working my way back up to her breasts, where I would kiss everywhere except her nipples, making sure that just my hot breath caressed them.

She would strain her chest up towards my mouth each time, but I didn’t touch let her touch me. I repeated this, alternating sides, for three or four times, and her moaning and gasping just got louder and louder each time. Finally, I worked my way back to her nipples, and very carefully and slowly, I wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, adding just a little bit of teeth for good measure. She grabbed my head, fingers wrapping through my hair, and let out a long, slow moan.

I continued to lick and suck and bite her nipples, switching sides, and as I did so, my hands explored further down her body. One of my hands unzipped her miniskirt, while the other wandered down towards her ass, using the tips of my finger nails to make intricate, fluttering sensations on her skin. I felt her thighs, her hips, and finally her thick, plump ass, which I grabbed firmly. Caroline was sensitive, and each new area I explored had her moaning and whispering that cute little “fuck fuck fuck”.

I abandoned her nipples to work my way further down, and found myself worshipping her things. They were the sexiest thighs I had ever seen, bar none, plump and firm in all the right places, and so soft that my hands could almost melt into them. I kissed them and licked them, working myself towards her panties, where I could see a wet spot. I pulled them off, my head right next to her pussy, and moved into position, my tongue hovering right above her clit… before moving away with no contact and going back to kissing her thighs.

She groaned in frustration and lust, and after teasing her another time or two, getting closer and closer to her pussy with my lips, I finally gave her a good long lick. She immediately went back to grabbing my hair, pushing her pussy into my tongue. I obliged her, giving long slow licks interspersed with more focus on her clit, sucking on it and licking it, and her “fuck fuck fuck” kept rising in intensity.

I kept doing the things she liked the most, and soon, worked up as she was, she was shaking and cumming on my tongue, letting out soft little screams. I crawled back up to her, so that I was straddling her stomach, and reached down and pulled my shirt off, her eyes widening slightly as she took my muscles in. I leaned down to kiss her, before having to awkwardly move off her so I could take my pants off.

As I did so, a new, whispered chant started, so quiet it almost seemed like I was imagining it. “please don’t be small please don’t be small…” I straddled her again, my pants off but boxers still on and rather tight, and moved forward so that I was straddling her breasts, before pulling my cock out of my boxers. I’m by no means huge, but I’m a healthy, hard 6 inches with a nice shape, and I was happy to answer her prayers. She looked at my cock with those big, quivering brown eyes, and then up to me, lips slightly parted and with bright red lipsticks, and I simply had to lean forward so that my cock was just touching her lips.

She leaned a little forwards, her hot mouth closing around my cock, and I let out a little, deep groan of appreciation. Still staring up at me, she slid her lips down the head of my cock, and I leaned a little more forward, wanting more of me to be in that beautiful, warm mouth. With the angle, she couldn’t take very much of me, but it still felt divine to have her staring up at me, this beautiful, dark haired dark eyed model with my cock in her mouth.

I wanted more though; I could still taste her sweet pussy on my breath, and I love getting blown while making girls moan. So, I told her we were going to 69, and lied down on the bed next to her before reaching over to roll her on top of me. With a better angle and access, she enthusiastically started taking me into her mouth, while my mouth found her pussy and started playing with it. Soon enough, I had her moaning around my cock, taking it deeper and deeper as she became wetter and wetter. It felt amazing, especially with being high, and soon enough I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had to fuck her, so after a few minutes of oral heaven, I stopped her, grabbed a condom from my coat, got it on, and got back to her bed. She was laying on her back, so I got into missionary position, leaned down to kiss her and run an arm behind her back, and then lined myself up and slowly thrust into her. She let out a long, slow, “fuuuuuuuuuuckk”, as I entered her, each of us staring into each other’s eyes. The moment was wonderful, and as I got most of myself into her, I started to thrust, starting small but getting heavier and deeper with each thrust.

The “fuuuuuuck” transformed into “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” as I stared to enter her deeper and deeper, our eyes still locked together. I used my arm around her back to pull her further onto my cock as I thrust into her, setting up a rhythm for both of us. Soon, her entire body was jiggling with each thrust, from her thighs to her breasts, her moans and exclamations getting louder. The weed was helping my concentrate and keep from cumming, but each thrust into her tight, wet pussy felt better than the last.

But I still wanted to go deeper, so I used one of my arms to lift her leg back, so that her knee was touching her chest. This just made things more intense for both of us, and I slowed down as each thrust went deeper and deeper, going almost the full length of her pussy, her eyes somehow getting even wider before she closed them and rolled her head back, too lost in the sensation to keep them open any longer. I started to get close after a bit of this, so I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back.

She stuck her ass in the air for me, put her head and head against the bed, and let out a dirty smile before shaking her ass at me. I couldn’t say no an invitation like that, and entered her again, enjoying her wetness and the sight of her big, curvy ass swallowing my dick with each thrust. Quickly, I got back up to speed, grabbing her ass for better leverage and mixing in spanks, hammering down into the bed.

I kept up the rhythm, and her moans, starting out partially muffled by the bed, got louder and louder again. Too soon, I had to stop, the angle simply feeling amazing. I ate her out again for a few seconds, spanking her ass while I recovered from the edge, and then she lifted up her head, looked back at me, and said, “Please, I want to make you cum.”

Well, that sounded just fine to me, so I told her to get off the bed and get on her knees. I took off the condom, still hard as a rock, and looked down at her on her knees. Her make-up had started to run around her eyes, and her lipstick was smudged, but that just made that pale skin and dark eye combo even sexier. She looked up at me, licking my shaft, and I reached down with my hands to pull her hair away from her mouth and hold her head.

She took me into her mouth, still staring up, and started to take me deeper and deeper. I started letting out little deep moans and ‘fuuuck’ as she hit all the right spots, letting her know what a good job she was doing. I have a hard time coming from blowjobs, but the sight of her, dark mascara running on her pale skin as she desperately tried to make me feel good, was doing a lot of things for me. I told her how good she was, that she was making me feel so amazing, that she looked so damn sexy with my cock in her mouth, and it was all true.

I was still holding her head in my palms, keeping her hair out of the way, so I pushed myself just a little bit deeper into her mouth and throat as went down my shaft, making her gag slightly. But she kept going, and her bedroom eyes were just getting more intense as I thrust into her That, and just how good her throat and mouth felt, were enough to put me over the edge, and the pleasure kept rising, my moans getting lower and louder, my leg starting to shake and quiver until my eyes rolled back and I exploded into her mouth.
She kept sucking like her life depended on it, pulling out every drop of cum as I continued to shake and sway from just how damn intense the orgasm was. I finally stopped cumming, and looked down to see her with just the tip of my cock in her mouth, a vulnerable yet satisfied look on her face. We were both exhausted, sweaty, but I pulled her up to give her a kiss and tell her how good that felt for me.

After getting a bit cleaned up, we realized that the window we had opened earlier was in fact still open and blinds were up. We were on the second floor, and the window looked out onto a high traffic area of the parking lot. It was a Friday night in a student apartment complex, so there had been a ton of people out there, going to parties and coming back. Plus, the way the lights were situated behind the window, combined with where we were standing, anyone looking up would have seen a perfect silhouette of her sucking my cock.
She was a little mortified, and I did my best to comfort her, but deep down, I loved the idea that people might have seen us. I guess I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak or something; it just is super hot thinking that we might have made people jealous or turned on or both. But I kept this to myself, because she was the one living here and it seemed like she didn’t like the idea.

We ended up cuddling naked in her bed and watching an episode of the office, though I was more pre-occupied with just running my hands up and down her body and enjoying how soft and smooth she was. The episode finished up, and I asked her if I should stay over or head home. Carolina was a little torn, but said that she had work early in the morning, and she didn’t think we would get all that much sleep if I stayed over. I reluctantly agreed, got ready, gave her a kiss, and headed on back to my place.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/az9syr/mf_your_bio_says_you_like_smoking_trees_how_about