“I’m not wearing any underwear” she told me [MF]

I was reminiscing about a uni/college hookup earlier today and thought I would share it with you horny people!

The story starts at a university (that’s college to our American readers) house party. The host was well known for his raucous parties, with rooms dedicated to soft drugs, hard drugs, drinking games and chillout spots. I knew the host well and lived a couple of streets away.

I’d been at the party for a good few hours, making a fool of myself at the beer pong table and later conducting a loud and boisterous game of kings cup. I’d retired to one of the chillout rooms and was sitting on a sofa when N walked in and waved at me.

I’d known N for a few years – we were both on the ski racing team and had played hockey together. As you can imagine, N had an incredible body. About 5ft 5, mousy brown hair and a slim but powerful frame. Her smile lit up the room and her nose wrinkled when she was playing angry.

But what really helped N was her Eastern European heritage – she was a woman gifted with a perfectly formed ass which had been sculpted into the sublime through years of sport. I had often jested with her that it looked like a drop of dew on a blade of grass.

N and I had often flirted with each other, but we’d never had a go as we had been circling other people. She felt more like a sexy cousin than a serious sexual candidate. Sure, we often talked about sex – who we’d been fucking, what they were like and what we liked. I knew, for example, she loved oral and having a finger slipped up her ass whilst being eaten out. She knew that I was an ass-man, obsessed with giving girls pleasure.

Whilst I’d been at the party, I often saw her in my periphery, as if she was stalking me. I could tell when she walked into that room that she was a tad toasty, her drunkeness was making her sway more and more as she walked towards me.

She was wearing a tight black sun dress – exposing her beautifully soft and ever-so-lightly sunkissed thighs to the world.

That’s when she sat on my knee. Thank the norse gods all the other seats were taken.

‘Are you having fun, Rotten?’ She purred at me as she shifted her hips ever-so-slightly backward. I was, I was, I was.

We talked about people at the party we both knew. Who was hot, who was flirting and who was fucking. We started talking about the girls that looked good and, classically, VPLs. For those uninitiated- Visible Panty Lines – when you can see the outline of a girls pants through their trousers.

N was an expert at this and was whispering her analysis into my ears. Her sweet perfume was mixed with the gin on her breath to form a heady, intoxicating scent.

‘B is wearing a thong and she NEVER wears a thong – she must be expecting to be fucked tonight’

‘Look, look, F’s panties are peeking out of her trousers – RED! I guessed right!’

And then, shifting her hips forward again, she turned to face me. I could feel the warmth of her sex against my knee and, despite the booze, I felt my cock stir into action.

‘Guess what underwear I am wearing.’ She demanded of me.
“Probably those ugly spanks you wear when skiing, my sweet.” I replied.

Her nose wrinkled in playful annoyance, before a wicked smirk broke out, like ice cracking in water.

‘I’m not wearing any underwear’.

Her words were like silk. Time slowed as I could feel her rub herself against my thigh and I could hear her breath shorten as she began to pant.

I can’t remember what excuse I used to leave the party, I think it was something dreadful like ‘Do you want to watch the Ski Sunday highlights on my laptop?’, but next thing I know we were back at my house, wrapped around each other making out with a fearsome passion. Her lips were warm and soft and her perfume mixed with her sweat to make her seem unforgettable. All the while she was grinding against my knee, and upon a quick check with my fingers, I ascertained she was right:

No underwear. Very wet.

I started to massager her pussy in slow, pressured circles as we continued to suck and kiss each others tongues. Her hands ran though my hair and squeezed my temples as she came again and again.

I told her I needed to taste her. Immediately she shoved my head between her glorious thighs as I wormed my way under her dress.

Her pussy was…unsurpassable. Warm, glistening and smelling of her heady juices. She had a bit of hair, but mostly it was shaved and irresistible. As much as I wanted to just start licking her, I knew it would be fun to tease her, kissing her thighs and brushing against her pussy with my nose. Eventually, she couldn’t take any more and shoved my face into her pussy.

I took the hint and started sucking on her clit as she moaned and bucked under me. My whole face was now pressed against her as I sucked and used my tongue to explore every bit of her glorious pussy.

And then, my fingers. She was so wet that one glided in with no resistance and then another. Curling them back towards me, I teased and rubbed her insides as my tongue lapped away on her clit.

I could feel her bucking and arching her back as she came more times. She was holding a pillow over her face as she moaned and screamed for me to never stop. I knew what would finish her off.

My fingers left her pussy as she squirmed and melted into the orgasm and went further south, searching for her exquisite asshole. I lightly pressed against it with the tip of my forefinger, teasing her as I continued to suck and lick her clit.

She began to buck towards me, as if she was trying to force her asshole onto my finger. But I was feeling devilish and didn’t quite let her suceed for a good while. I told myself – one more big orgasm and I’ll fuck her ass.

And when she came, it was a big one. Her sigh turned to a a pleasured howl as I stuck two fingers into her asshole – it was enough to make her cum even harder.

We spent what felt like eternity lying there, me between her thighs with my lips on her clit and my fingers up her ass as she came over and over again. It was heavenly.

The night carried on, but perhaps that story and other stories with N should wait for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l7vsqh/im_not_wearing_any_underwear_she_told_me_mf