I accidentally picked up a college girl in chipotle [MF]

Usually, the girls I see are ones I meet on tinder or reddit, but this is a big exception.

I go to chipotle on the way back from the gym quite a bit because it’s convenient, fast, and ‘healthy’ compared to other convenient and fast options. I started seeing this cute redhead there behind the register. Maybe 5’2, I’d be surprised if she was over 100 pounds. She has blue eyes, and this sort of smile that, no matter what she’s smiling about, makes you feel like you’re in on a naughty inside joke with her. So I began going a little more often just to run into her. On two separate occasions (like a month apart), she said, “I like your tattoos,” but I feel a little weird hitting on someone while they’re at work, so I said thanks and made some small talk before chowing down. Then this past March, I got the idea to, instead of ask for her number, to leave mine. I figure it’d be the least intrusive way to move things forward– no need to put her on the spot at work, I’d leave the ball entirely in her court and see if she’s interested that way. So that’s what I did, and the next day, I get a text.

“Do you just walk around with your name and number on torn off pieces of paper, or was that just for me?” We joke around a bit and then she asks me, “How old do you think I am?” and I’m like oh shit I just gave my number to a fifteen year old, didn’t I? She looked about 24 though, and I tell her as much. Nope, 20. Turns out she’s still in college as a matter of fact. I ask if it makes her uncomfortable that I’m 30, and she says not inherently, but she wonders if I see girls my age as well. I tell her I do, some even older than I am, and she seems mollified, but is understandably still cautious. We text for a few days, discovering that we’re both in non-monogamous relationships, and she eventually agrees to meet me.

Just a quick note about what I look like– 30 years old, 5’10, 150 lbs and athletic. Covered in tattoos and chest hair, olive skin, thick beard, and hazel eyes.

We go for coffee nearby and we spend a few hours there doing a jigsaw puzzle on one of the tables while talking. The conversation flows and we discover that we actually have quite a bit in common in terms of our views on relationships and sexuality. We then go to a brewery (where she can’t drink but doesn’t want to anyway) and have tacos for dinner, with some light leg-touching beneath the table. I invite her back to my house but she says next time, and we hang out a while longer before parting ways with a goodnight kiss.

The next time we meet, it comes after a decent amount of sexting buildup. So by the time we see each other at the restaurant, we’re both pretty ready to leave. She’s wearing grey yoga pants and a black tank top, and I have on tight, dark blue jeans and a maroon henley. We eat a good diner meal and head back to my place, where I invite her up to the loft and show off (can’t lie) my books, records, movies, etc. I score points by having *The Ethical Slut* on my bookshelf, and I nurse a whiskey as we talk more. She scoots a little closer and I immediately lean in for a kiss. We start making out heavily, and I can’t help but have my hands on her slender waist, pulling her closer as I kiss along her jawline to her neck. This elicits a few adorable shudders, and when I nibble on her ear lobe, she gasps and practically melts. She’s feeling my chest and my legs, but when she finds the rock hard bulge in my jeans, she pauses for a second. “We should go to your room.”

I lead her down to my room and close the door behind us, throwing on some music on a portable speaker so my roommates don’t hate me. We resume our heavy necking and her clothes start coming off, revealing her fit stomach and A cups with eraser-hard nipples that I tend to immediately I roll them between my finger and thumb, pinch them gently, and suck on them eagerly. We’re laying beside each other while this is happening, and I have my hand between her legs and I can feel that wonderful damp heat there. My shirt comes off, and she wants my jeans off, too, but I can’t wait any longer. I pull her yoga pants off and reveal a black lace thong. It’s visibly wet, and I remember giving her this hungry gaze and telling her to lie back before I get to work. I kiss her through her panties and taste a hint of her, but keep my lips moving– her inner thighs, her tummy, her panty line, the place where the thong disappears between her cute little ass cheeks. I pull the lace back with my teeth and am met with a tuft of orange hair perched above an otherwise shaven slit. The panties slide down her legs and I continue the teasing but can’t hold back for too long. I taste her and it’s heavenly. I make out with her lips for a while, just getting used to her reactions and getting a feel for what she likes. I trace my tongue up and then down her slit, pausing only to circle her clit. After doing this a few times, I slide one finger, then a second inside of her. I stroke her g spot gently, but mostly just hold my fingers still and let her dictate the rhythm. Focusing my mouth on her clit, I begin amping up the effort. Fingering her harder, relentlessly flicking my tongue over her clit, the whole nine. I feel her begin to cum, and I can tell she’s close to squirting, so I let the first orgasm end before pulling my mouth away and sitting up to get a better angle as I put a hand on her throat and continue fingering her. She explodes. A stream hits my forearm and splashes on her inner legs, on my hand, on the sheets. I keep it going and her cries of ecstasy become silent as her body convulses on my fingers. I look up and her eyes are no longer rolled back in her head, they’re closed.

“Megan? Are you ok?” I ease my fingers out and crawl up to kiss her, but she’s out like a light. I shake her and she comes to, having blacked out from cumming so hard. I make a mental note to cross that off my sexual bucket list and ask again if she’s ok. She tells me she’s great, and that I should get a condom so she can return the favor. Or, try, at least, because she wasn’t in much of a condition to walk, much less actively fuck me. So I rip off the rest of my clothes, put a condom on, and place the tip at her entrance, leaning in to kiss her as I ease inside. She says what every guy wants to hear, “Fuck you’re so big,” and I can only grit my teeth and smile, doing my best not to cum. I was close just from the incidental grinding of my dick against the mattress while I was eating her out, so I’m already on thin ice. But I push all the way in and hold it there, making sure she’s ok. The look of satisfaction on her face is something I’ll never forget. I begin pushing in and out slowly, enjoying her body and the look in her eyes. As I get more aggressive, I lean in more pushing her legs into her chest and eventually setting her ankles on my shoulders and really plowing into her. She told me she was about to cum again, and this was perhaps a bad move on her part, because that immediately started my orgasm, and I did my best to fuck her all the way through it, but hey, that shit’s hard. Nonetheless, we both came, and I pulled out to lay beside her contentedly.

She stroked my ego quite a bit, at this point, not only telling me that she had only squirted once before, alone, but that that was the first time she had blacked out from sex. I was simply happy to make her cum. After a trip to the bathroom, it didn’t take long for us to start kissing again, and this time she asked me to fuck her in doggy. She got in position and I gave her ass a few good smacks before setting my knees between hers and making her ask for it. I’d line my cock up and tease her with it, having her spread her cheeks and touch herself for me. I eventually gave her what she wanted, and pretty quickly got to a solid pace. My hands were around her thin waist and I was fucking her pretty hard, occasionally slapping her ass. I experimented with my thumb at her asshole and I heard a moan of a “Yes,” so I kept at it. I told her to play with herself for me, to rub her clit, and she complied immediately. “Can you cum for me, Megan? Hm?” And she said, “Yes I’m so close, I’m so close.” I pushed my thumb inside of her little asshole and felt her entire body tighten up as she let out this long, “Fuuuuuuuuck.” But I didn’t stop there, not after I’d already cum. I fucked her through this orgasm and then pushed her down on the bed, with her stomach flat on the mattress. I wrapped one elbow around her throat and began gently choking her as I thrusted into her over and over again, knowing I’m getting close to cumming again. I reached around and began fingering her clit myself, jackhammering away until I heard her yell into the pillow and felt that familiar clenching as she came again. I finally let go and buried myself deep inside of her, loosing another torrent of cum into the condom.

Once we recovered enough to reposition and relax, we just listened to music and caught our breath before deciding we’d need to do it all again another time. She’s been a steady fwb of mine since, and we’ve gotten to explore some pretty kinky things, but those are stories for a different time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jcwnf1/i_accidentally_picked_up_a_college_girl_in