This is an oldie but a goodie. At the time, I was 19. My dorm had an auction where each RA was selling something personal based on their specific talents. The object of my lust was 21 and selling a hand drawn portrait to the highest bidder.
She was Filipina, about 5’4, 34c, HWP/great curves, with beautiful brown eyes, full lips, an infectious laugh and a great sense of humor. Needless to say I was the highest bidder.
We arranged a time to meet so she could do the drawing; the anticipation was insane. While she was drawing, the tension did not improve, with all the intense thought, long stares and occasional quips/laughter.
The vibe was strong.
We talked about where we both were from, told the stories about friends and parties that filled our minds and found that our interaction was rather effortless. The tension of anticipation in my body had given way to primal awareness and acceptance of the moment.
Though I don’t remember a specific line or the specifics of what was said, at a certain point, the drawing gave way to longer stares. She eventually bit her lower lip, her eyes veering to one side, contemplating her next move. I stepped closer.
Like I said, I don’t remember the specifics of how things changed so quickly. Judging by the fact I was 19, it certainly could have been precipitated by a comment about the big bowl of condoms in her room and how often they come in handy. The topic of whether she has ever slept with an artistic subject may have also come up.
It wasn’t much longer before we were fully embraced and somewhat frantically making out. We undressed eachother and laid back for what remains some of the best deepthroat ive ever received. When I was rock hard and glistening, I flipped her on her back to return the favor. She was beautifully trimmed and tasted like a dream.
Eventually the moans peaked and her hands buried in my hair pulled me into her pussy. She came hard, shuddered and laid back breathing deeply, eventually propping her head up to watch me as I peruse the bowl.
I walked back over to her as I opened the wrapper. She repositioned herself so that she could assist in the next steps. She pinched the reservoir tip as I rolled it down my shaft, an attention to detail she kept during our semester together.
When her work was done, she laid back and started rubbing herself. As I positioned myself, she said, “I know this isn’t the best timing, but I kind of have a boyfriend.” She kept rubbing. “Would you like me to stop?” I let my tip assist her hand. She pretends to think and with unequivocal fuck-me-eyes: “nope.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hma99d/my_m_college_ra_f
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