Hey GWS. Long time lurker from an obvious throwaway. Names changed and details withheld to protect the identities of those involved for obvious reasons, but I couldn't get this particular encounter off my mind.
Kalla e-mailed me after the semester was over. She wanted to go for a drink. We had connected well during seminar — she was engaging and easy to talk with — so I agreed to meet her without any expectations, assuming she wanted advice on the best plan of action after graduation. I was wrong. As soon as she showed up to the bar, wearing a fitted tank top, black skinny jeans, and ankle boots with a sky-high heel that lengthened her already long legs to infinity, her intentions became crystal-clear.
We had more than a few drinks. She asked me where I lived. I replied, smoothly, thank god, that my place was a short walk away, did she want to continue our conversation there? As soon as we got to my doorstep, she had leapt into my arms, tangled her fingers in my hair, and was kissing me with abandon. I had to push her gently away just to find my keys and get us inside, where we continued to make out in the threshold. I slid my hands down her back to grab her generous ass. Her hands were at my fly already, unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks, and her voracious touch had me hard before she even got in there, moving her hand up and down my cock over my underwear.