Claire looked vaguely familiar when I saw her bumble profile. She was quite tall (5’10, according to her profile), very slender, with curly red hair and captivating green eyes. I couldn’t remember where I saw the face from, so I swiped affirmative out of curiosity.
Almost immediately, she messaged me “Hey, long time no see.” I couldn’t remember where the last time I saw this person was, so I waited for her follow up. “Don’t you remember, I was the RA that responded to that noise complaint.”
That made it click for me. A few years prior, while I was a junior in college, I was seeing a girl who still lived in the dorms. One night close to finals Rachel, my now ex and I were getting intimate, and I guess we must have been too loud. There was a stern knock on the door. My ex dismounted me and grabbed a robe to wrap herself in as I awkwardly covered myself in a blanket. The RA was at the door, explaining that other people on the floor had called in a noise complaint against us. Both my girlfriend and the RA seemed kind of awkward about the situation, at at one point the RA made eye contact with me and blushed. For those of you who haven’t pieced it together, the RA was Claire.
“Oh, right, yeah. College was kind of a wild time.” I sent back awkwardly.
“What are you doing tonight?” she responded. I told her I didn’t have plans.
“Okay, look, I’ll cut to the chase, then. I’m in town for tonight and tomorrow for work. I was recently dumped. I could use a noise complaint worthy experience. I’ll be at a karaoke bar across the street from my hotel until 10pm tonight. You should come through.” She sent the address. I didn’t need to be told twice. Within an hour I was there.
Claire was a tall woman, and in heels she almost saw eye to eye with me. She was wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt with our alma matter’s logo on it, her hair straightened and currently up in a bun. She crossed the room quickly and gave me a hug. “You look way less embarrassed than the last time I saw you.” She teased. We did some shots and then she wanted to sing. We ended up deciding on a duet of “Promiscuous Boy” by Nelly Furtado. She spent much of the song sexily dancing around me as I fumbled through Timbaland’s lyrics. It’s hard to remember hit songs from 2006 while a sexy redhead grinds on you. She got to the line “To see if you can work me the way you say” and reached back one of her delicately manicured hands, groping my lightly over my jeans. She winked at me over her shoulder. When the song ended she turned around, kissing me lightly on the lips before saying “We should go back to my hotel room. Now.”
It was a short walk, and I spent most of it holding her close. Once we were in the elevator, she pulled me against her and we began making out. At first she took control with her tongue moving in my mouth. By the time we reached her floor I was taking the lead, pulling her close, my tongue wresting with hers. She must have approved of the form because she panted “fuck, Rachel always said you were a great kisser.” and lead the way to her room.
Once the door shut she was on me aggressively again, practically pulling me onto the bed. I am not used to women being quite so dominant in the bedroom, but I can’t say i hated it. She apparently could feel how much I didn’t hate it through my jeans.
“Stand up,” She commanded. I did. She began half-drunkenly clawing at my belt buckle. I helped her get me free and I watched her eyes widen. She greedily fell to her knees, stroking my cock with her left hand. “I’m told I am really talented at this” she giggled.
Whoever told her that was not lying. She took me in her mouth with ease, moving slowly, her eyes locked on mine as I grew thicker in her mouth. My breathing grew heavier and she worked harder, bobbing her head and moving her hand in tandem.
“My turn.” I growled, pulling her hair a bit. I told her to lay on the bed. Still hard, I pulled down her own jeans, began kissing up her legs. My cock throbbing against her bare leg as I found my way to her clit.
She was shaven. Not that that is a requirement, but it does make things slightly easier when eating pussy. And maybe it was how drunk we both were, but she tasted fucking great. I moved my tongue in large, sloppy circles as she slowly bucked her hips up at me. The entire time I slowly stroked myself, keeping myself ready.
She pulled my hair, practically begging. “I need you inside of me.” she whimpered. I oblidged. Standing I affixed a condom and grabbed her legs, moving in slowly.
Almost immediately I saw her eyes widen. “Woah, you have such a thick cock” she repeated with the first few thrusts. It’s good to be appreciated. I moved faster. She begged for more. Once again, I was happy to oblige.
She was louder than Rachel was that night she busted us, if memory serves. So loud that she covered her own face with a pillow out of self consciousness. She grabbed me close with her toned legs, screaming into the pillow as she reached her first orgasm. I asked her to roll onto her stomach and she did so, allowing me to take her from behind, gripping her hips hard for support. I came right as she reached her second orgasm, both of us screaming this time.
“Now I know what Rachel was going on about back then” she teased. I asked her what she’d like to do next.
“I have a meeting at 8 AM.”She pouted. “Which means I’d like you to leave so I can sleep. But this was fun. We should do this again next time I’m in town.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/blhd6n/i_28_m_matched_with_my_exs_ra_from_college_32_f_mf
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