Alright, it’s Saturday night and I’m a bit tipsy in PDX so lets get into it. Names and details changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty).
For 6 months, just after turning 21 I moved to the notorious college town of Athens, Georgia. It was wild, Weekends were a mix of bar hopping and house parties, nights I can’t remember and nights I’d like to forget, I was a northern boy discovering for the first time the meaning of “southern comfort.” At the time I had the hard, lean form of a runner, messy blond hair and a burgeoning sense of style that meant I, for the first time in my life, was getting attention from women. It was in this mélange booze and hormones that I met Erica. I ran into her at a house party in one of those off campus apartments all the UGA students seemed to live in at some point before graduation and while I don’t remember much from that night, I got to know her pretty well the next morning. Erica had soft, wavy brown hair and a cute face framed by glasses that made her look far more innocent than she really was. She had all the right curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full globes topped with sensitive nipples that I loved to play with, she had incredible sensitive tits, and her ass was just the right kind of thick. I’m sure I will write about all the sexy fucked up things we did over the 3 months we were hooking up, but this story is about my first real foray into exhibitionism.
By the time of this story Erica and I had been fucking regularly for a few weeks we had begun to learn how to really get each other going. As it turns out, Erica was almost as kinky as I was, with a thing for rough and passionate sex with a healthy dose of push and pull. It was a Saturday afternoon towards the end of another hot Georgia summer, and we had been day drinking at a rooftop bar downtown (Blue Sky, if you haven’t been, I recommend it). We were both getting increasingly frisky with each other as the afternoon wore on, I was grabbing her tits and pinching her tight ass making her squirm in her seat and she was rubbing my hard cock under the table. By the time we left the bar we both were teeming with raw sexual energy welling up beneath the surface.
We had barely left the bar before I had dragged Erica into a secluded alleyway and pressed her up against the cool brick. We were all over each other immediately. Erica had a frustratingly sexy habit of pulling me in hard for a kiss, then pushing me away just as suddenly. I enjoyed coming right back in aggressively, taking advantage of the relative seclusion to feel her up even more than at the bar. One hand snaked up her shirt twisting her nipples making her moan softly, so I clamped my free hand against her mouth. I had just unbuttoned her jeans and began to slip my fingers between the folds of her wet slit when we heard the raucous laughter of another group of partiers broke through the fog of lust and passion clouding our minds. We both froze when we realized what was happening. My heart started pounding as the revelers loudly stumbled closer to us. By this point, night had begun to fall, but it was certainly not enough to disguise what we were doing. I still had a hand over Erica’s mouth, but from the look in her eyes I knew she realized exactly what was happening. Slowly, I began to work my fingers teasing her clit with a steady up and down motion as the drunk strangers got closer to us. Erica clutched my upper arm the instant I touched her sensitive nub. I watched as her eyes squeezed shut and every muscle in her body tensed as she struggled to quell the powerful moan bubbling up from within. To this day I am not certain if we got caught. I don’t think we did, not that day at least, but as the last of the group disappeared around the corner Erica had an earthshattering orgasm. Her whole body was shaking with the strength of it, and as she came down, her body melted into mine. We just held each other there for a few minutes while she caught her breath.
I was far from done with her though. Erica might have come, but I was hard as a rock and horny as fuck. While I held her against me, I started whispering in her ear. Telling her all the filthy things I was going to do to her, and before long she was gyrating slowly against my body. I pressed her down to her knees in front of me. Normally, I enjoy making a partner stew like this for a bit. There is nothing hotter than talking dirty to a sexy woman on her knees as I tower over her. That night though, I had hours of pent up desire that I unleashed the moment her mouth lined up with the bulge straining to escape from my jeans. Now, I should say here, Erica was ridiculously good at sucking dick. She loved to get skull fucked and she didn’t seem to have any gag reflex, so the instant her knees hit the dirty concrete I began to fuck her face hard and fast pinning her between my body and the wall of the alley running between a bagel shop and one of those kitschy tourist traps that sold locally sourced fashion overalls or some shit like that. It was not long at all before my fingers dug into her hair and I came hard down her throat. She greedily slurped down every last drop of my load. For the 3 months we were fucking I don’t know that Erica wasted a single drop of my cum. She was a true cum slut in every meaning of the word.
The rest of the walk home was less eventful, but by the time we got back to her apartment we were both primed and ready to go. We spent the rest of the weekend fucking like 2 college kids who had an apartment all to themselves.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c75nck/sweet_georgia_sex_mf