Many years ago I was an art assistant a a University in Houston, Texas dating a student who was a major kink. She loved bondage, the rougher the rope the better, and light S&M (wax play and belt spankings). During class she would tease me with flashes, touches and looks. One evening she wore a rope bra and kept revealing it to me. It drove me crazy. The class was on a weeknight and always ran until 10:30 and even 11 at times.
After class she jetted and I was pissed and frustrated having to stay and clean up. I went out to my car thinking I was going to be me and mister hand, but there was a note: meet me at the football field where we first kissed. I won’t say I ran…but my pace was quick.
She was there, long blonde hair pulled over her plush tits to hide the fact that she only had on the hemp rope bra and her denim skirt. I didn’t waste any time. My mouth and hands were all over her. When she was excited she honestly purred…I know odd. I got her very wet and squishy pressed against that girder. We played there for almost an hour.