Slow Ryde

Ryder.
Not nervous this time, longing. Longing to feel the thick, long cock fill her ever so deliciously. Longing to run her hands over his tight, firm muscles. Longing to cum all over him many, many times. Longing.
Lydia glanced at her watch, they should arrive soon. She was on her fourth jack and ginger and slightly regretting arriving early. She sipped her drink thoughtfully, glancing around the ever filling pub. She was just thinking she should slow down, when the tone of rowdy male voices filled the air, and he walked in.
Lydia bit her lip behind the cover of her drink. This was one of her favourite parts, the long look. She doubted he knew how attractive he was. Or maybe he did, and just lacked the confidence to use it. She downed the rest of her drink and stood. Running her hands down her body, smoothing out her outfit. Simple, classic Lydia. Black skirt adorned with silver zips and chains, grey and white tie dye ish shirt with black lace overlay, long hair brushed to a shine and docs. Simple.
Ryder smiled when he spotted Lydia. She was smoothing out her skirt. He knew she wore that just for him. The pictures she sent were always her in jeans. He had asked her about it once, and she said she only wore skirts when she wanted the easy access. Her outfit told him two things. One, she wanted to fuck him. Two, she wanted to at least start at the bar. He strode up to her and wrapped her up in a tight hug, lifting her off of the ground. Ryder inhaled greedily. Lydia always smelled good.
Lydia squeezed Ryder back. He felt amazing. She was pressed against his chiseled chest, and she could feel the outline of his impressive dick against her body. Lydia licked her lips as a trill of lust ran through her. She wanted him already.
Ryder put her town on the ground and kissed her cheek.
“What are you drinking kitten?”
“Jack and ginger”.
“On the way!” Ryder flagged down the waitress and ordered the drinks.
Lydia could feel the effects of her earlier drinks creeping up on her. Lydia drunk is pretty much Lydia sober…but far more blunt. She slammed her drink when it arrived. Ryder cocked an eyebrow in question.
“I want to dance”, she said as she shrugged and joined the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Lydia moved her hips in time to the music and a small smile hit Ryders lips as sipped his drink and watched. He knew how well she could roll and tilt her hips, and watching her do it to music was almost as good as watching her do it naked. A tall dark haired man came up behind her and placed a hand on her hip as she danced. She leaned into him and ground her hips into his body. She did not seem to care who she was dancing with, just enjoying herself. He moved his hand to her stomach. She still danced. Her eyes closed and her hair flying around her. Ryder watched as the mans hand inched higher. He wasn’t jealous, but Lydia was his tonight and he didn’t feel like sharing. The mans hand was just about to cup her breast and Lydia’s eyes flew open and zeroed in on Ryder. She stared at him with a look as if to say,
“Well, are you going to touch me or will he?”
Ryder finished his drink and moved to stand in front of Lydia. Mr tall and dark had on hand on her hip, and another on her tit. As soon as he was within touch distance, Lydia reached out to Ryder and pulled him down to kiss her. Ryder wrapped his arms around her, displacing the other man, who moved onto the next girl easily. He broke the kiss, and brushed the hair from her face, tracing his finger along her jawline in the process. Ryder could feel her shutter from his touch. Lydia stopped dancing.
“Thirsty” she said as she moved toward the bar.
Lydia was halfway through her drink before Ryder made it to her. She passed him a beer, and clanked her glass onto his before finishing hers off.
“What do you tell them about me?” She asked, pointing her chin at his friends.
Ryder smirked, amused. “Nothing really, a friend from the shore.”
Lydia paused as if mulling something over and burst out laughing.
“Friend from shore….Ryder, I’m your shore whore!” She was laughing so hard her head was down and she had to place a palm on his chest to support herself.
Ryder looked down at her in confusion, “Shore whore? Lydia, I don’t think you are a whore!”
She looked up at him with a hooded smile, still laughing. Ryder glanced at her empty glass and it clicked into place.
“You are fucking drunk!” he exclaimed.
“Absolutely.” She replied with a grin and grabbed him again to kiss him.
Ryder laughed and deepened the kiss, “Good, gets me closer to what I want.”
Lydia pulled back and gave him a sultry smile.
“Sit down before your hurt someone kitten, I’ll get you some water.”
“Yes sir!” She mock saluted and went and sat at a table to wait for him.
Ryder watched her sway to the music as he got a bottle of water. He reached the table, cracked the bottle and placed it in front of Lydia. She grabbed it and drank from the bottle in long, greedy drags. She placed it back on the table, turned to Ryder and asked,
“Happy?”
“Yes Kitten.” He said with a smile. Ryder was good people.
Lydia shivered slightly at the sound of his voice and the close proximity to his body. Drinking heightened her senses and right now they were being assaulted by the sight, smell, sound and touch of Ryder. She wanted to jump him right here.
Lydia scooted closer to Ryder and leaned into his body, pulling his arm around her. She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck. She paused a moment to see if he would stop her, when he didn’t, she ran her nose along the thin skin and continue planting kisses, her hand moving to his chest. She moaned lightly, the scent of his skin invading her and teasing her. Lydia drew her hand down Ryders chest as she nudged his head aside and kissed his throat. Her hand landed on the hardening mass that was hidden by his jeans. Ryders breath caught in his throat.
He glanced around. The table they were at was in the corner, mostly hidden by shadows. Wide enough to cover their bodies a bit. He reached his hands out and pulled Lydia to a stand, tilted her chin, and kissed her deeply. His tongue exploring hers in firm, sure strokes. Lydia groaned into the kiss, the vibrations sending chills down Ryders spine. He gently turned her around, and seated her on his lap, facing away from him. He continued his exploration of her with his lips. Brushing them softly along her neck and collarbone and jaw. Lydia was shifting her hips slightly, clearly enjoying the attention. He had his hands on her hips, and moved them up to her ribcage. He could feel her breathing becoming erratic when he dragged his tongue firmly from her neck to her shoulder, just along her collarbone, and back before biting down on her neck with some force. Lydias hips jolted forward and she reached for the table to steady herself.
“Careful Kitten”, he said into her neck with a smile, “Someone will see.” He bit her neck lightly this time, drawing a gasp from Lydia.
Ryder moved his hands from her ribs down to the bottom of her shirt, he slipped one inside and slowly drew it up to her breasts. He squeezed gently through her bra. His other hand played with the bottom of her skirt. He teased her like this for a moment, Lydia relaxing into his body and grip. She rested her head on his shoulder, concentrating on her breathing, and the feel of his hands on her body. Ryder kissed her jaw and simultaneously flipped one breast out of her bra under her shirt, and slid the other up the inside of her thigh so it was resting on the outside of the thin material covering her.
Ryder fingered her nipple, rolling in between his fingers before pinching. His other hand slipped into her panties. Lydia arched her back at his touch. His fingers slid through the chaos between her legs, spreading the warm, slick juices over her lips. He found her clit and rubbed it slowly, placing his lips onto her shoulder. She squirmed against his touch, swallowing hard as she struggled to maintain a calm appearance. He flipped her breast back into her bra and moved his other hand down as well, sliding up her skirt on the other side. He used his fingers to open her pussy and added another finger with his first hand. Lydia moaned louder. Ryder used his hands to pull her closer, seating his fingers deeper. Lydia rocked her hips agains his hands.
“You like hun?” He whispered.
Lydia nodded her response, afraid to open her mouth.
Ryder removed his fingers to pull her skirt a bit higher and spread her legs across his. Lydia protested the loss, grinding her hips into his lap and drawing her hand up to rest on his head as he kissed her. When he had her legs draped across his comfortably, he moved his hand back between her legs, wrapping the other around her body. He entered her with three fingers, Lydia whimpered slightly in pain, but her flowing arousal coated his fingers indicating she was enjoying it as well. He moved his fingers apart slightly, stretching her more, reminding her of what would come later.
She rolled her hips, rocking herself against him. Ryder cupped his fingers inside of her and pulled her closer again, “Slow down hun, I’m only kissing you”. He teased against her ear, licking her neck. Lydia swallowed and stilled her hips. Ryder was bringing her closer to climax with ever move and she was struggling to remain calm against his powerful hands. She was losing the battle when the house lights went down. Strobes and lasers came on. Their corner got more private.
Ryder dragged his tongue up her neck again, biting hard just along her jaw.
“Move your hips Kitten. Fuck my fingers. Show me what you will do to my cock.” Ryder bit down again, causing Lydia to grind her hips into his hand. He kissed and bit. Each time his teeth grazed her skin, she moved faster and harder against him. He could feel her racing to the edge, her breathing was erratic and laboured. Her hips were rocking hard and Ryder just managed to slam his free hand over her mouth as she cried out her release. Ryder could feel her walls milking his fingers as cum dripped out of her stretched body. Lydia screamed into Ryders hand and she held to the table to keep from falling over. Ryder waited until she stopped writing and moaning to lower his hand…and remove his other. Lydia sank into him and reached for her water. She downed the rest of the water and stood to rearrange her clothing. Ryder stared at her pointedly and slowly and deliberately, licked his fingers dry. Lydia bit her lip with a smile and rolled her hips before backing up onto the dance floor.
Ryder adjusted his legs carefully. He was hard to the point of pain. Licking his fingers had been a bad idea. He stood behind the table and reached down to move things into a more comfortable position and almost exploded from the light touch. Ryder caught his breath and calmed slightly before leaving the secluded corner to hunt down his friends…and Lydia.
It didn’t take long to find either of them. Lydia was on the dance floor jumping around to the beat, her glorious breasts bouncing in time with a slight sheen of sweat covering them. Most of his friends were dancing with her…or rather watching her with a grin. She somehow managed to dance with all of them, and none of them at the same time. She didn’t really seem to care if anyone was there or paying attention to her. If someone touched her, she touched them back. Someone pulled her close, she gyrated into their body. She was essentially fucking every guy she danced with fully clothed.
Lydia slowed her movements to look for Ryder, he was at a table with a few guys, drinking a beer. He looked as though he was trying not to watch her. She caught his eye, and then trailed her gaze down his body to his hand gripping his drink. Beside it looked to be a drink for her. She strode over to him and bent over the table to sip it through a straw looking up at him demurely.
“Thank you Ryder”, she said darkly, her voice dripping with lust. Her gaze drifted to the balcony above the dance floor, that was currently empty.
“I’m going to finish my drink up there, people watch a bit.” She palmed her drink and disappeared into the crowd.
Ryder grabbed his drink and followed, for a few reasons. He wasn’t sure how drunk she was and did not want anyone taking advantage of her. Also, he was pretty sure she wanted him to follow her. Lydia was leaning on the railing bopping along to the music with her drink in hand. He slid in beside her and they stood watching and sipping their beverages.
“Hold this.” Lydia said, passing her drink to Ryder, “I dropped my…something.”
She dropped to her knees beside Ryders leg and her hand went to the zipper on his jeans. Lydia smiled to herself at the feel of his hardness. Ryder jumped back slightly, looked around and took a sip of beer. Lydia popped the button and dragged the zipper to the bottom. She reached her hand in and her eyes latched onto his massive cock as it sprung free.
She licked and bit her lip before kissing the tip softly. She settled back on her haunches and cradled the tip of his flesh on her tongue. She leaned forward taking an inch or two and Ryder groaned. Her mouth was wet and warm. Lydia pulled back, moving her hand to the base of his shaft, unable to wrap her hand around its girth. She was running her other hand just under the hem of his shirt, along his hipbones. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, slightly sucking and kissing randomly. Lydia swirled her tongue loosely around Ryder, French kissing his stiff cock. Her tongue would occasionally flick out hitting sensitive spots. Saliva was dripping toward her hand, that was working what was not in her mouth. Ryders hips were rocking slightly. He wasn’t going to last long with how hard he had been all night. Lydia tilted her head slightly, and took more of him into her mouth. Ryder let out a groan, most ladies didn’t try to take so much of him and Ryder expected to feel Lydia gag, as last time…but the feeling never came. Instead, she raised herself up slightly and took more of him in. She worked him into her throat inch after inch, moving her head back a few times to drip more of her sexy fucking spit along it. Finally she pressed down, Ryders entire dick disappearing into her body. When she had her lips brushing against his base, she let out a low moan, the vibrations bringing him closer. She worked him with sure, firm strokes of her throat and hands. Various sensations of tightness hit all over. Her mouth opening and closing to change pressure on him. She ducked her chin slightly when she pulled back, causing the tip of him to run along the roof of her mouth. She sped up slightly, coaxing him to cum. Ryder pushed his hips a bit more, and she grabbed tight to him, showing who was in charge.
It was an illusion. She didn’t want to be in charge. She was dripping for him and wanted him to tear her clothes off and dominate every inch of her body with his. Ryder’s breathing grew heavy and he dropped one hand to her head holding tightly to her hair. Lydia pulled back a bit and tightened her lips as she moved up and down. Ryder jolted as his climax came crashing through him, Lydia stilled his body and began to suck harder, draining every bit of cum from his body. When she was satisfied she had it all, she gently tucked him into his jeans and did them back up. She stood and looked Ryder in the eye as she very deliberately swallowed his load with a small moan and one hand on her breast. She ran her thumb along the sides of her mouth, catching the last few bits, and the slipped it into her mouth sucking it clean.
“Found my something.” She said breathily biting at her lower lip.
Lydia reached for Ryders hand and placed it on her inner thigh, dragging it up to her core. Ryder inched a finger forward finding her soaking wet with need.
Done. Ryder was done. They needed to leave before he full on fucked her in public. Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulder, and ever so slightly worked herself against his hand. While staring up at him, her hand still holding onto his wrist.
“Wanna get out of here?” Ryder asked, not missing the rough sound of his voice.
Lydia let go of his wrist, downed the rest of her drink and his, and started toward the stairs. They went outside and Ryder waved down a taxi. They settled in the back and Lydia gave her address and they took off into the night.
The ride was quick. Lydia got out of the taxi first, leaving Ryder to pay. When he got to her door she placed something into his hand. Her wet panties. Ryder shoved her into the door and kissed her, hard. Lydia reached her arms around him and kissed him back, pulling herself up, and wrapping her legs around his hips. He pushed her into the door, kissing her deeply, practically fucking her mouth with his tongue. Lydia pulled at his short hair, grazing her nails along the back of his neck. Ryder tried the door handle, but it was still locked. He pulled back and put her onto the ground, turned her body to face the door and pushed her into it slightly, tilting his hips so his once again hard dick hit her back.
“Open the door hun.” He demanded moving his hips back and forth slowly. Lydia fumbled with her keys, but eventually got the door open. She stepped inside and kicked her shoes and socks off to the side, dropped her purse and keys onto the floor and turned to face Ryder. She took a step back and slowly pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She was left in her black bra and skirt, backing slowly into her room. It only took two strides for Ryder to be in front of her again, leaning down to kiss the top of her pale breasts. Lydia let out a breathy moan that caught in her throat. She put her hands around his neck and brought his ear to her lips. She nipped slightly before whispering, “My need is dripping down my leg.” She reached a hand down and dragged a finger up along her inner thigh to just below her skirt hem, then pushed it into Ryders mouth. The taste of her filled his tongue and he picked her up to walk the rest of the way to her room.
“Strip.” He commanded. Lydia obliged, shivering with anticipation. Ryder drank in her body. Her long dark hair contrasting with her alabaster skin. Lydia dropped her bra to the floor and kicked off her skirt. Her nipples were a pale pink and hardened either against the cool air, or excitement. Her hands pulled her hair over her shoulders and she walked back to her bed. When she hit it, she sat, drew her legs up and scooted back.
Ryder walked toward her, relieving himself of his own clothing, that fell to the floor with hers. He reached down to palm his cock, standing firm and ready for attention.
Lydia starred at it as Ryder stroked himself slowly.
“I always forget how big that thing is. I have no idea how you fit it inside of me.” She mused, tilting her head to the side.
Ryder smiled, “Nicely kitten. Very nicely.”
“It’s huge. You should need a licence or a warning label or something. My jaw still aches.”
“Drunk Lydia is extremely blunt.” Ryder replied evenly, still stroking, bringing the first hints of precum.
Lydia ran her fingers through her hair and moved it behind her shoulders, and began to braid it quickly.
“Drunk Lydia is extremely horny.” She replied, flipping her finished braid to her back. “Though to be fair, sober Lydia is too. I mean have you seen you? All muscles and hotness. Plus, dick. Very nice dick.”
Lydia leaned back on her pillows and let her legs fall open, giving Ryder a full view of her swollen, wet slit.
“Play with yourself.” He said huskily, squeezing himself slightly harder.
Lydia lowered her hand and ran her fingers through her slick folds, spreading the wetness to her apex and started rubbing it in soft, slow circles. It was taking effort to not move faster.
“Dominant Ryder is fun. Can he stay? I would like to be fucked hard and rough.”
“Rough?” He questioned.
“Is it really sex if you have no marks?” She smiled wickedly. “I should like to ache tomorrow sir. Could you help with that? Or maybe a couple of your friends could? I am sure at least two of them could help me.”
“Planning to leave these balls blue?”
She shrugged, “Id rather leave theme empty.”
Ryder let go of himself and walked to the bed with purpose, his shaft bouncing slightly. He leaned down and crawled up, until his massive body was hovering over Lydia, his manhood resting just above her moving hand. He looked down at her for a moment, then attacked her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. He kept his body off of hers, even when she tried to pull it closer. Ryder rubbed himself against her, her already wet core weeping from the touch. Lydia groaned with need and frustration, grabbing at him, willing his hips closer to hers. Ryder dipped into her body a few inches and she gasped, bracing for more. Instead he pulled out and did it again, shallow fucking her. Lydia rolled her hips forward, trying to push him in farther. Ryder continued to play with her, pushing in partially…then retreating. Lydia growled in frustration. Ryder nipped at her jaw. She kept trying to get him to go deeper, but he was much larger and stronger and clearly in charge.
“I think I hate you right now.” She spit out through her clenched teeth. Ryder bit her throat drawing a long low moan from her.
“Doesn’t sound like it kitten. Sounds like you are purrrrring.” He bit again.
“Ryder….” She whimpered. He withdrew from her body, and kissed her gently along her collarbone. Lydia fell back to the bed in frustration.
Ryder took that moment to slam himself into her body fully. Lydia screamed his name, her hands grabbing onto him so he wouldn’t pull out.
Pushing into Lydia was pure bliss. Despite her being drenched, she was still tight enough that he had to use a bit of force and the feeling of her walls clamping down on him drew a quiet gasp from Ryder. Once he was seated to the hilt, he went to town. Pounding into her tight body like a drowning man searching for air. Lydia was smacking agains the wall, her breathing ragged and her moans filling the air like siren song. She dug her nails into Ryders shoulders and dragged them down his back to his perfectly sculpted ass. Lydia grabbed on and pulled them in closer, hitting her in places she didn’t know existed within her. She cried out as her climax shuttered through her body. Ryder slowed his thrusts, still going deep and hard, coaxing all sorts of sounds from Lydia as she came. He slowed down to intensify her release…and also because the sound of her praising his name nearly drained him, and he wasn’t finished. When Lydia’s breathing calmed some, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her front. Ryder guided her hips up to his and thrust inside of her again. She was warm and deliciously wet from her orgasm. Lydia panted and moaned as she struggled to raise her body from the bed. Ryder grabbed her braid and wrapped it around his hand and pulled back on it for leverage. Lydia was making all sorts of delicious noises. Her legs were shaking and she couldn’t seem to form words anymore, lost in pleasure.
Ryder slammed into her body over and over, climbing closer to his own precipice. Lydia writhed and tilted her hips, giving him a deeper angle that sent him over the edge. Ryder roared his release, filling her up before collapsing on her back. They both lay, connected and panting.
Lydias eyes were glassed over as after shocks assaulted her body. She could feel Ryder twitching within her. She meant to move, she was having trouble moving and forming words. He had fucked her stupid. Rather than attempt anything else, she rolled them both onto their side, pulled one of Ryders hands to her breast, and passed out.

Riding Ryder

Ryder.
Lydia let Ryder through the door, before turning around a dropping her clothes to the floor as she walked to her bedroom. She stood beside her bed, waiting for him to hurry the fuck up. Ryder closed the door and hurried to the back of the apartment. Lydia reached out and grabbed Ryders chin, pulling it down to kiss him deeply as she fumbled with his jeans. She got them undone and broke the kiss to shove them, along with his boxers to the floor. She smiled. Ryder was rock hard and ready for action. He was large and thick, and the best part was he was not lazy as so many with ample equipment are. Lydia moved her eyes to Ryders shirt, then to his eyes, and cocked her head to the side with a questioning expression on her face. Luckily, he got the clue and tossed his shirt to the side. She placed her hands on his lower abs, trailing them sideways, before running them up his chest, backing him into her bed. Ryders knees hit the bed and he fell back. Lydia waved her hands in a shoo motion, and Ryder moved up the bed. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and licked her way up his muscled legs, pausing only to flip her long hair away from her face. She stopped at his pulsing cock to run her tong along the bottom, before taking the tip into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it. Ryder let out a moan and bucked his hips slightly. Lydia looked at him and smirked softly. She continued licking and nipping up his body until her hips were parallel to his. She brought her legs from between his to straddle above his twitching dick. He was so large it was brushing against her opening as she was fully up on her knees. Lydia reached down and positioned him at her opening, running her hand along it as she started to lower herself upon him.
“You aren’t wet enough” Ryder protested.
Lydia moved her hands to her breasts and ran them over, squeezing them and moving them around. She moved them to her hair and flipped it over her shoulders as she arched her back. Now that she had Ryders attention she ran her hand along her neck, down between her breasts to her core and touched his cock again. Lydia looked down at Ryder and slowly began to work herself down his massive shaft. She kept her eyes on his. Ryder kept flipping from watching her eyes, to watching her body slowly swallow him whole. She wasn’t so tight that it hurt him, just this side of pleasurable. Lydia breathed, concentrating on taking him all on her own. It ached as she forced him inside. Delicious ache with promise of overwhelming pleasure to follow. Lydia paused when he was about halfway in, lifted slightly and pushed down in one swift movement. Lydia cried out slightly as she took Ryder to the hilt. Her breathing quickened as she adjusted to his length and girth. Ryder filled her like no other, hitting places she could never find on her own. Lydia arched her back slightly and rolled her neck around, her hair flowing over hear face and breasts.
She tilted her hips forward and began to move them in deliberate circles. She rolled them forwards and side to side, working herself up creating much needed lubrication. Her breathing became shallow as waves of pleasure began to ripple through her body. Lydia swallowed, arched her back, and placed her hands behind her on Ryders thighs. She sped up, rolling and tilting raising slightly. Ryder watched as he stretched her tight, her skin slightly red from the strain.
Ryder reached forward and placed a hand on her hip, he other he licked then placed on her clit. Lydias legs nearly gave out as she moaned at the touch. She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest and moved herself up and down, while tilting and rolling her hips. Lydias hair was brushing over Ryders chest and she was moaning. She pushed harder into his chest as she sped up, riding him for all she was worth.
Ryder reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of her small neck and pulled her into kiss her as she pumped. He tilted her chin and kissed her throat before nipping at it. Lydias rhythm faltered as she groaned with need. Ryder bit harder and she shattered, cumming hard while on top of him. Lydia fell forward onto Ryder, twitching from her orgasm. He grabbed her hips and started pumping himself into her body at a frenzied pace, his own finish building. Lydia dragged herself up and palmed his chest again, working her hips in time with his thrusts. The sound of slapping flesh, heavy breathing and moans filled the room. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air. Lydia was trembling with need as they both worked their bodies against each other. Ryders grip tightened and he moaned his release. Lydia could feel him twitching inside of her and she clenched her walls to milk his orgasm out of him. Ryders moan caught in his throat and he moved a hand to her clit and started rubbing it forcefully. Lydias second climax rocked through her body, repeating Ryders name like a mantra as she came hard. She collapsed forward and lay on his chest until her breathing came under control. She rolled to the side and threw her arm over his hip and passed the fuck out.

Nate.

Nate.
Lydia was dressing for her date. Carefully. She was heading out to meet Nate soon. They technically met online…much like all of the world now, but they did have a couple of classes together. She wasn’t sure if he had realized that when he asked to meet up. Lydia had very recently broken up with her high school boyfriend of five ish years. Sad but unavoidable. He wanted a future. Now. Lydia wanted to enjoy life. Plus she wasn’t sure she was into men. Sex with Jake had been….ok? Mostly? Kind of? The most thrilling parts had been when they were fooling around in his basement…with his parents upstairs…and his brother on the top floor. It’s not that it felt bad…it just didn’t feel as good as she was lead to believe. There had to be more to it. So Lydia was trying to get into casual dating. The first few had been a complete bust. Not only were the guys kind of gross (personal hygiene is important folks!) but they were pretty dumb. No where near good looking enough to be that dumb. Nate seemed different. He was a psych major, took a lot of really random courses too. Worked full time at Future shop in the appliance department, had breakfast with his mom on weekends etc. Nice, normal, and pretty cute. They messaged each other on an online meet up site and chatted. It seems like he wasn’t looking for anything serious, so it was the perfect venture.
Lydia smiled as she looked in the mirror. She had straightened her dark brown waist length hair and put it into high pigtails with wisps of hair framing her face. Light makeup. Little bit of black eyeliner to make her blue eyes pop, and a dark red lipstick. She was wearing a white button up blouse with three quarter length sleeves. Underneath was a black and red lace up corset. Lydia ran her hands over her breasts, that, thanks to her corset, looked spectacular. She wore a black beaded necklace to contrast her pale skin and white blouse. She had paired her shirt with a grey plaid, knee length kilt. She had taken her time shaving and rubbing her skin soft with her CKB body cream. She had painted her nails a dark blue that mostly looked black until light hit it. Ankle socks, and skate shoes because she rarely wore anything else. Just before she left her room, Lydia pulled down her underwear and tossed it on her bed with a smile.
Lydia made it to campus with a bit of time to spare. She was meeting Nate at the university pub, neutral ground with plenty of witnesses in case he was weird. She walked into the pub and ordered a drink, found a seat and waited. Nate showed up soon after. Looking delicious. He was wearing loose jeans, a tight black tee shirt and a leather jacket. His light brown hair was slightly styled and he had a clean shave making the lines of his prominent jaw stand out. Lydia watched his hazel eyes scan the pub and stop on her. He smiled broadly and started walking over. Nate sat beside her and reached out to take a sip of her drink. He smelled like sex. Fresh, manly and full of testosterone.
“That’s good. What is it called, I’ll get one too.”
“Purple Haze.”
“I’ll be back.”
Nate went to get drinks leaving Lydia to ponder the evening. Really, she did not want to waste time with chatting. She just wanted his dick. Nate returned with a drink for himself and another for Lydia. She downed her remaining drink and then slammed the new one. Nate cocked an eyebrow.
“Drink up. I want to go for a walk.”
Nate smiled a small knowing smile and began to drink his drink. Very. Freaking. Slowly.
Lydias foot began to shuffle slowly. He was trying to take the upper hand it and it was turning her on. Two could play that game. Lydia stretched up slowly, arching her back enticingly and pressing her bust out enough to strain the top button on her shirt. Nate licked his lips, his eyes following every curve she highlighted. She shook her hair from her shoulder and brought her gaze to his.
“Walk sounds great,” Nate managed, his voice rough.
Lydia lead him through the underground tunnels that connected the school buildings. They came up in the forestry building. It was basically empty this time of night. Not many evening classes. Nate grabbed her hand and they walked around the building chatting. They ended up sitting on a padded bench at the end of one of the hallways. They were chatting about the things in the building, wondering what sort of things were in the ‘taxidermy’ freezer. Lydia brushed her hair from her face and looked up at Nate with a small smile. Nate brought his hand to Lydias knee. He leaned in. Lydia’s breath caught in her throat as he pressed his lips to hers. They were warm and tasted slightly of alcohol. She relaxed into Nates body as the kiss deepened. His tongue pressed through her lips and began to explore her mouth. Nate brought his hand up to Lydia’s upper back and leaned her back on the bench. He moved his lips to the side of her neck and started trailing his fingers up the inside of her thigh. Higher and higher he teased as he explored her neck and throat with his lips and tongue. Lydia ran her hands through Nates hair and moaned low in her throat. Nate brought his hands higher and froze. Lydia smiled.
“Sweet girl, you are not wearing anything under this skirt.”
Lydia rolled her hips towards his hand and pulled his lips back to hers. She let her legs fall open slightly and Nate moved his fingers up to her slit and ran a finger through lazily, feeling how wet she was getting.
Lydia inhaled quickly at the feeling and began to grind herself against his hand, trying to get him to touch her more. She lifted Nate’s jaw and started kissing his neck and running her hands over his chest, reaching down to rub her hands along his hardening cock through his jeans. Nate let out a low groan and started rubbing his thumb in circles around Lydia’s clit. Lydia struggled to concentrate on Nate’s fly, she managed to get the button and zipper down finally but just as she was about to spring his dick free, Nate brought his hand from behind her back around her front to her throat. He had his hand just below her jaw, holding firmly but not tightly. Lydia stopped. Nate raised her chin up so he could look her in the eye.
“Keep your eyes on me Sweet girl” he said, pushing her back toward the corner of the bench.
Nate stopped touching her hard nub and thrust a finger into her core. Lydias mouth opened and she exhaled a shutter, her eyes trying to roll back. Nate’s grip on her throat tightened,
“Eyes on me sweetness”. He pulled his finger in and out several times before pressing in with two. He slid them in to his knuckles and curved them to pull back, grazing her inner wall. He kept at this slowly, grasping Lydia harder any time she tried to close her eyes and give into the pleasure. Nate shifted slightly and sped up his fingers, pounding into her dripping pussy hard and fast, while holding her body steady. Lydia whimpered and pushed her hips into Nates hand trying to get him deeper.
“Harder”. She moaned.
Nate smiled and slipped his thumb into her mouth while his fingers were still on her neck.
“Suck me”. He demanded.
Lydia started sucking his thumb, and licking it like it was his cock. Nate began to fuck her with his fingers at a furious speed, her juices dripping down his arm. Lydia’s breathing became shallow and her face was flush as her orgasm built. Nate could tell she was trying to be as quiet as possible. He pulled out his thumb and moved his hand to her clit and began rubbing her nub as he fingered her. Lydia brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down hard to stifle the sounds coming from her. Her legs were trembling as she started to cum hard. Nate kept his fingers inside of her as she came undone, curving them occasionally to draw out the climax. When her breathing finally started to slow he pulled them out and licked them clean. Lydia lay breathing heavily, her chest heaving and her eyes half closed. Nate reached down and helped her sit up on the bench, rearranging her skirt carefully. He sat down beside her, took her hand and placed it in his open jeans. His dick was fully erect and glistening with precum at the tip. Lydia smiled and pulled it out of his jeans licking her lips and inhaling as she looked at it. Definitely one of the larger ones she had seen. She pulled her hand back and ran it through her messy cunt, coating her palm in her own juices before wrapping it around Nates tip. She began to run her hand along his shaft. By the time she hit his base, her fingertips could not touch anymore. She slowly stroked the length of him, bringing more fluid to his tip. She leaned down and ran her tong along the underside of his shaft to the tip, licking the glistening end clean. She moved from the bench to a kneeling position on the floor, placing herself between Nates legs. Lydia looked up at him and bit her lip. She leaned her neck to the side and put her hands on his knees. She ran her hands up to his open fly and tugged down. Nate lifted himself slightly so she could ease his jeans down a bit. When he was a bit freer, she tucked her free hair behind her ears and tightened her pigtails. She was chewing her tongue a bit to increase the saliva in her mouth. Lydia let it pool on her tongue and leaned down, grasping his dick in her hand. She lay the end on her slippery tongue and pushed him back along it, before closing her lips around and pulling up slightly. She continued this. Pushing down and then drawing herself up, taking a little more of his length every time. Her hand continued working his base, her other gently running along his inner thighs and balls. Nate was gripping the bench tightly with his hands, struggling to keep his breathing steady. He swallowed, watching Lydia take inch after inch of him into her warm mouth. He could feel himself triggering her gag reflex slightly and could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was fucking hot to watch. Lydia finally managed to get his entire length into her face and grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of her head. She looked up at him, taking shallow, short breaths and began moving her head up and down. Nate gripped the side of her head gently, making sure he held her pigtails as well and started thrusting into her. Nate could feel her moaning around his cock, causing him to fuck her face a bit harder. He could tell she was struggling. Her abs were shuttering more often as she suppressed her gag and tears staining her face from the strain. Just a bit longer. He didn’t want to cum yet. He changed his grip and yanked her hair hard drawing another moan from her throat. With a final thrust, Nate pulled back and yanked Lydia up by the hair to kiss him. He palmed his cock and kept stroking it slowly. He reached his other hand down and slid it up Lydias leg. He could feel her need dripping down her leg as he returned to her core, easily slipping two fingers inside. He started pumping her pussy.
“You are all sloppy for me sweet girl”. He growled into her mouth as he kissed her hard.
He took his hand from his dick and started fishing in his pocket for a condom. He grabbed it out and had to pull his other hand out to work the package. Lydia groaned in frustration when he pulled his hand out. Nate managed to keep kissing her as he ripped the packet and rolled the rubber onto himself. Lydia was holding his head while she kissed him. Nate wrapped his arms around Lydia’s waist and pulled her closer to kneel on the bench, hovering over his engorged flesh. He used one hand to guide the tip to her centre and ran it up and down her slit. Lydia whimpered against his lips, pulling his hair a bit as she moved her hips trying to get him to put it in. Nate gripped her hip hard with one hand to make her stop moving. He positioned himself at her opening and pushed it in just a fraction. He grabbed her other hip hard and held her, almost hovering over his twitching member. He pushed back her face with his, breaking the kiss. Lydia looked down at him with hooded eyes, and moved her hands to the side of his face, playing with his hair, and struggling against his grip to impale herself upon his shaft.
“Don’t scream”. Nate whispered and pulled her onto his cock hard and fast. Lydia cried out before biting her lip hard to keep quiet, collapsing against his chest. Nate waited a moment for her to catch her breath, and started bouncing her up and down on his dick, hard and fast. Lydia groaned in Nates ear and rolled her hips as he pounded in. Both of them were breathing hard and were close to finishing, the sound of flesh hitting flesh bouncing off the walls of the hall.
“Nate”, Lydia said breathily into his ear, “I’m going to cum again”.
“Fucking right sweet girl, cum all over my dick.” He sped up and Lydia stifled high pitched noises as her legs began to shake. She was grinding into Nate hard and moving up and down matching his thrusts until, her entire body shuttered and she buried her face in his neck cumming hard and fast. Nate groaned and sped up until he too was suppressing his own noises of pleasure. Nate held fast to Lydia’s hips and rocked them back and forth as his cock drained. When he was spent, he moved his hands to her lower back and eased her off, helping her gently to the bench beside him. Nate pulled off the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash can and pulled his jeans up. He sat in the corner of the bench and pulled Lydia in close against his chest as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasms. Nate stroked her hair with one hand and ran his fingertips over the top of her exposed breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. Lydia’s breathing began returning to normal and she pushed back into Nate’s chest, settling her head on his shoulder. Nate leaned forward and kissed her neck lightly, nipping at it playfully. Lydia reached up and put her hand on his face and sighed happily.
“This was a good night”. She said softly, playing with Nates hair.
“Great night sweet girl”, Nate agreed, nuzzling her neck.
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