[MF] Sweaty sex after a workout with a girl [f]rom [m]y dorm

It took me a while to decide about which encounter to write about first, and then an even longer while to find the time to sit down and actually write it. This happened the fall semester of my freshman year in college when I was 18.

I was on the swim team in college, but early on, I sustained a rotator cuff injury and needed to take some time off from the pool. I needed to keep my cardio up, so I took to heading to the gym a few nights a week (9 o’clock or so) to use the treadmill. Morning workouts weren’t really my thing and I was much more of a night owl anyway.

The treadmills at the gym were all in one long line facing a mirrored wall. It was awkward to run while staring at yourself so I mostly just zoned out and listened to music on my iPod.

I had been running for a about half an hour when this girl gets on the treadmill two over from me. I recognized her as someone who lived on one of the floors above me in my dorm, since we’d taken the elevator together a few times. We’d never so much as made eye contact, yet alone spoken to each other. She was about 5’4, with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore dark green Lululemon workout pants and a black sports bra (it covered almost her entire torso; nothing obscene about it).

As soon as she got on the treadmill, she broke into a sprint, which put my leisurely jog to same. The girl did not warm up at all and was immediately running what must have been like a five minute mile. I increased my own speed, in case she looked over. But she didn’t. She looked straight ahead the whole time. I was able to surreptitiously watch her reflection in the mirror. My plan was that if we got off the treadmills at about the same time, maybe we’d walk back together.

After another forty minutes, I was wiped out, but she was still going strong (she eventually did slow down, but was still going at a strong pace). At this point, I figured she was going to be there all night. I turned off my machine, wiped it down, and went to the locker room to pee. When I came out, I was fully expecting her to still be running, but she was gone. Fuck.

I walked outside and saw through the windows that it was raining. Hard. It wasn’t a huge issue. I’m from a city with a lot of rain so I always carry an umbrella in my bag. I start to walk outside and the girl is standing in the doorway, not wanting to go out. She sees me open my umbrella and looks at me enviously. There was my opening.

“This thing is pretty big,” I said. “I can share it if you’d like.”

“Really?” she said. “That’d be amazing. I don’t want my phone and iPod getting soaked.

“No problem. Where are you going?” (Obviously I knew where she was going.

“[Dorm Name].”

“Oh, perfect. That’s where I live. Third floor.”

“Fifth floor. Are you sure?”

I tell her again that it’s fine and we start walking. I tell her my name. Her name is Liz. She’s from the west coast so is not used to rain at all. We’re chatting politely. But as soon as we get into the rain, it becomes clear to me that our height difference is an issue. I hold the umbrella over her head, shielding her and letting myself get wet. I didn’t care. Rain doesn’t bother me. She didn’t notice at all.

When we get back to our dorm, we step into the foyer and she turns around and notices that I’m saturated.

“Oh my God!” she said.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t care. Really.”

“I feel so bad. It was your umbrella.”

“I’m not kidding. I don’t care. Sometimes I intentionally walk in the rain because I like how it feels.” I wasn’t actually lying, but she clearly thought I was.

We swiped our cards to get in and entered the elevator. I press three and she presses five.

“Why don’t you come to my room and have a drink,” she said. “We have some stuff leftover from the weekend.”

Now, given that we had just left the gym and endured the rain, I wasn’t expecting anything more than a friendly beer or something, since alcohol is basically currency for freshmen and she felt bad. I agreed.

We get to her room and I sit on the chair at the desk (these rooms were tiny. Two beds across from each other, two desks and chairs across from each other with a mini fridge in between. It was like 150 sq ft total). Liz gets a bottle of Schnapps from the fridge and two small shot glasses with the logo of her home state on them. Weird stuff to have on hand, but whatever.

“All I have as a chaser is Vanilla Coke,” Liza said. Even weirder.

“Perfect. I love Vanilla Coke,” I said. I did not love Vanilla Coke.

We did a shot, a chase, another shot, and another chase. She sat on her bed and sipped on her Vanilla Coke. We talked about what classes we were in and potential majors and other harmless stuff. Then, she said “Those chairs are really uncomfortable. You can sit here if you want,” and slides over on the bed.

At this point, I’m still thinking that there’s no way this is getting sexual because of how sweaty we both are and that she’s just being polite. I sit next to her and our knees touch. She keeps hers there. I don’t know what to think. We keep talking and she puts her hand on my thigh. Fuck it, I’m going for it. I put my arm around her waist. She lets me. We keep talking. My grip tightens. She’s rubbing my leg.

I go in for the kiss. Her lips are soft and she uses a lot of tongue. I’m into all. Her hand glides across my thigh and makes contact with the head of my dick, unexpectedly called to attention. She makes contact again and now I’m growing fast. I slide my hand into her tight pants and grab her ass. She didn’t have on any underwear (at the time, I thought this was unusual, but in the years since, women friends and lovers have told me that it’s more comfortable to work out without underwear and it isn’t anything sexual).

Liz grabs my cock and start to jerk it. I reach over to feel her pussy. She’s fully shaved (as were most freshman girls at the time) and absolutely soaked. I don’t know whether she was really horny or really sweaty or got wet from the rain, but it was probably a combination of the three. Her pants were incredibly tight and I had a hard time moving my hands. I pulled them down and three them onto the floor. Wow. Absolutely gorgeous, glistening pussy. I run her clit and she moans. Her hands are in my pants now with a tight grip on my dick and she’s stroking hard. I slide my middle finger into her and massage her g-spot. I think about adding a second finger but she’s really tight and I don’t want to kill the mood by being too aggressive. She pushes her crotch into my hand. I go harder. After a few minutes, her thighs clenched around my hand and she broke off our kiss.

Liz pulled down my shorts and my cock sprung out. She kissed my shaft and then licked it from the balls to the top. Tentatively, she pulled down my foreskin, exposing the head.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Mmhmm.” I was a lot of girls’ first experience with an uncut cock and it wasn’t uncommon for them not to know what to do with it.

She puts my dick in her mouth. I close my eyes and relax. She’s talented. She tries to deepthroat me, but can’t do it. She tries again and starts gagging. The third time, she really pushes herself and I see spit dropping from the sides of her mouth onto my crotch. Still can’t do it.

“It’s okay,” I said.

Instead, she puts the head in her mouth, sucks hard, and flicks the underside of my dick with her tongue. I went crazy. I could barely sit still. At some point, I opened my eyes and saw my finger covered in her fluids. I put it into my mouth. The smell, the taste. My God. It was intense and sweaty and feminine and I felt even more blood rush to my cock. I needed more.

I grabbed her small waist, lay down, and positioned her pussy over my face. I was about to pull her down, but I felt resistance. She took my cock from her mouth.

“You don’t have to,” she said. “I haven’t showered yet…”

“I want to,” I said. I was barely able to get the words out.

She was quiet for a second. “If you’re sure…”

Reader: I ate that pussy.

I pulled her down onto my face and licked as aggressively as I could. She moaned unbelievably loudly. My tongue darted in and out of her snatch before I sucked her clit and flicked it with my tongue. She could barely make a noise expect for little whimpers of pleasure. Her thighs tightened on my face and I kept going. Eventually, she put my dick back into her mouth and started sucking the top and stroking the shaft, hard and fast.

Liz pulled her head up. “Do you have a condom?”

I pulled my wallet from my pants on the floor and took a condom out (like all freshman guys, you think that you might get laid at any moment and always have one on you. To be fair, I happened to need it here.). As I rolled it on, she got onto her back and pulled her legs back at the knees. When the tip touched the lips of her pussy, she said “Slow, please.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” I went in very slowly, waiting for her facial cues to tell me when to keep going. I went deeper and deeper until her eyes were fully closed. I wasn’t all the way in, but it was so tight that I felt that any more dick would cause pain. I started to thrust. She was so wet that I could hear it over her moans. I pulled her sports bra over her head and sucked on her nipples. She looooooved that. I felt little beads of moisture splash onto my lower stomach from her pussy.

“Yes yes yes!” she said. “Fuck me.”

I kept going, harder and faster. She was enjoying it, but it was definitely a lot for her. She put a hand on my chest to slow me down and asked if she could get on top. Of course.

It was more comfortable for her on top. She started getting into a rhythm and I would thrust up to match her. With my right hand, I pinched her nipple. She started going faster. So did I. I squeezed harder and harder until she let out a yelp and then “Don’t stop.” She was riding me hard and I used my left thumb to press down hard on her clit. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. Her arms started to tremble on either side of my head. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her to my chest, and took over, thrusting hard and fast. I kissed her hard.

“You taste like pussy,” she whispered.

“Good,” I said. “I want to taste you all night.”

We kept going for another few minutes and then I asked to fuck her from behind. She got into position and I slid in. Holy shit, her ass. It was perfectly round and firm. I gave it a gentle tap with my hand. “Harder,” she said through clenched teeth. I slapped her ass. Harder and harder (but, you know, not that hard because I was a lot bigger than she was and I wasn’t trying to hurt her). Her ponytail lay on her back in front of me. I grabbed it and pulled. “Fuck!” she yelled. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” That was all I needed to hear. I put all my core strength into it and fucked as hard and fast as I could, slapping her ass and pulled her hair.

Liz came. Hard. She was panting. She put her head onto the bed so she was face down, with her ass still in the air. In my mind, the next thing I wanted to do was pick her up and fuck her standing, but I could tell she didn’t have the energy for much more. After all, she had put in a hard workout like an hour earlier. I grabbed her hips and fucked her until I came in the condom. I slowly pulled out. I don’t know if I had ever cum so much. There was jizz surrounding my head and like three quarters down my shaft.

She collapsed onto the bed. I lay down next to her. She put her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She starts smelling something and then says, “This room stinks right now.” We both laughs as I took a whiff of the air with a lucid mind. It had the aroma of sweaty bodies and pussy and two people who needed more deodorant.

We must have fallen asleep because at some point, I heard someone yell, “Oh my God! Sorry!” We sit upright and her roommate is in the doorway, hurrying out.

“I didn’t text her that I was up her with someone,” Liz said.

“It probably isn’t right to sexile her for someone who lives downstairs,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll let her know she could come back. I need to shower anyway.”

“Want any company?” I joked.

“Mmmm….okay,” she said. I couldn’t believe it.

We both got dressed and went into the hallway. She made sure no one was in the girls’ bathroom and I snuck in. We stripped down and got into the shower.

Seeing her wet was an amazing sight and I got hard again almost immediately. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, pressing my hard cock into her ass. She moaned and squeezed it.

“I’d love to,” she said. “But my vagina is too sore right now.”

“No problem,” I said.

It was still a fun shower. I got to soap her up and play with her tits a little more and she stroked my cock a bit. Then, we got out and she got into pajamas and I got back into my sweaty gym clothes. She told me when the coast was clear and I snuck out. We kissed in the hallway and she went back to her room and I headed to the elevator.

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