The furthest we had gone in high school was making out, her shirtless in a white bra with full cup coverage. It was boarding school – the rooms were squares and four to a room. I had gone with her roommate to junior prom, so it was awkward while we kissed each other in a separate corner of the room with a movie playing on her laptop and makeshift curtains barely drawn.
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Kaelyn was tiny, but had a great rack. The kind of rack that distracted from everything else – her tits were so great that I hadn’t really thought about her ass. (I would later find out that she had the kind of ass that was plump handfuls, great to reach my hands around and grab as I pounded her.)
Throughout the years Kaelyn and I kept in loose touch. We were involved with the political scene, and in and out of similar campaigns. We went off to school in different parts of the country, but now for a short time found ourselves in the same city. Both of us were staying with our parents, and there was nowhere to go.
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One weekend we were both in the city, we decided to make a trip to the island. It was unspoken and I wasn’t certain, but the subtext was that on the island we would partake in one of the many vacation villas, city getaways for young couples with nowhere else to get it on.
The boat ride was close to an hour, and as we nudged close to each other our hands went deeper into our clothing – she wrapped her fingers around my cock and I got harder and harder. I reached under her panties and her slit was soaking wet.
The boat was a public ferry – and I had to hold myself back from tearing her bra and skirt off. Although we hadn’t specifically agreed to rent a villa, the handsy boat ride was confirmation enough. Getting off the ferry was awkward with the bulge in my jeans. We walked up to one of the many rental agents, traded a deposit for keys.
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The walk to the villa was one of the longest walks of my life. Getting there and running up the stone steps, unlocking the door and throwing her onto the bed. We were a little shy taking off each other’s clothes – but there was so much desire we moved quickly. We had never fucked before but it felt natural and we both knew exactly what to do.
I took her doggy facing off the glass balcony overlooking the beach. I threw her onto the bed and bent her legs back to go deeper. Her tits were fantastic, and I spent some time just grabbing onto them as handholds and fucking her deep. And finally, we just held onto each other tight as we rocked our hips.
The room was pleasantly warm, and as I pounded into her with the desperation of taking something I had always wanted, we worked up a sheen – I would fantasize about trading sweat with her as I was pounded inside her, naked, grabbing her fantastic tits, for months to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzmvyv/trading_sweat_mf