Another late afternoon that I have to spend at the campus, completing some stupid informatics test, unrelated to my degree. But I have to do it because the university requires it to get my credits. Another way of saying, they want money from Bachelor of Commerce students because there are a lot of us.
My right leg crosses over my left as I lean against the wall, waiting for my group to enter the testing room. I rub my temple and silently sigh, wishing I was at home. Hate being taken advantage of financially, but hey, you gotta do what the university wants to get a piece of paper from them.
I bow my head and scratch the back of my head, then look up. Oh, my God. She looks so damn hot. Her skirt reaches her thigh, luring in my eyes to look at her tanned, muscular legs. That skirt is bit too high, especially for someone who looks like they’re employed by the university.
No way she’s a student. She must be at least forty years old. The suitcase on wheels that she’s holding confirms to me that she’s a lecturer. Man, I’ve never seen a lecturer that hot and showing so much leg. That’s got to be a violation of the university’s code of conduct. But who cares? She can violate anything she wants and get away with it looking that hot.
Her burnt blonde hair reaches just below her ears, and her perky tits, under the brown turtle-neck top, get my attention. I look at her legs again. I can’t help myself. Those long, muscular legs just get better the higher my eyes move up them. I can only imagine how sweet her pussy is.
While on the phone, she looks at me. My eyes shoot up to meet hers. I’m sure she caught me staring at her legs, but who cares? She’s looking at me as if to say, ‘I know you want to run your hands up and down my legs and lick them while looking at my pussy, you dirty boy.’
Oh God. She’s so hot. I’d do that and so much more to you, you hot, dirty bitch. I’m getting a boner just thinking about bending her over the table and sticking my dick in her wet pussy and then bouncing off her muscular ass while rubbing her legs. I would have the time of my life giving it to her so hard that she would never forget me.
She looks down briefly while talking, then glances at me. She knows I want her badly.
A lecturer pops his head out from the testing room and calls my group to enter. She walks to the exit, pulling the suitcase next to her. I can go into the room and probably never see her again, or I can try my luck.
She reaches the stairs and looks at her suitcase. I grab the handle at the bottom and raise the suitcase. She smiles, still talking on her phone while walking up the stairs.
I place the suitcase on the ground, and she says, “Thank you.”
I smile and stop while she carries on walking. Her skirt is tight, and I can’t keep my eyes off her muscular legs.
I start walking slowly so that I don’t get too close to her. I’m just waiting for her to get off the phone so I can speak to her.
Oh no. She’s going to the parking lot. That’s it. She’s gonna get in her car and leave. I have to speak to her, but I can’t interrupt her while she’s one the phone. Not only will she think I’m rude, but it’s going to reek of desperation.
I see her opening her boot. She pushes the handle down, clicking it in place before pulling up the suitcase. The bottom of the case nudges against the rear bumper. She’s struggling to lift it higher with one hand. I hear her tell the person on the line that she’s going to call them back.
Now’s my chance. It’s now or never.
I scuttle to her and then slow down as I get to her car.
“You need some help?” I ask.
She looks at me over her shoulder and smiles. “Oh. You again. Hi.”
“Hi. I saw that you were struggling with your suitcase and thought I’d offer a hand.”
“You already helped me once. You’re coming to my rescue again,” she says playfully.
“It’s not a problem. Here to help if I can.”
She grabs the handle with her left hand and raises the suitcase, then lowers it into her boot. She closes the boot and smiles at me.
I smile and say, “I’m Matthew.”
“Lynn. It’s nice to meet you, Matthew.”
I’m holding her hand, looking into her eyes, and all I can think about is giving it to her so hard from behind. I can only imagine how loud she would scream. I would cum so much that I’d be completely drained and would need to take a nap.
No doubt I would have multiple orgasms, and it would be the best sex ever.
“You a lecturer here?”
“I am. Third-year human resources.”
If I were in her class, all I’d do is stare at her body and think about the crazy time we’d have together. I wouldn’t hear a single word that she would say and, undoubtedly, I would fail that class.
“Interesting,” I say. “You’re not the kind of person I’d expect to be teaching.”
Her forehead wrinkles, and her eyes narrow. “Why do you say that?”
“You’re sexy as hell.”
Her eyes and smile broaden. “Oh. Thank you. That’s nice to hear.”
“I mean it. Usually, I’ve never felt the urge to tell a woman that. But something inside me just yearned for me to express myself. I couldn’t help it. Hope you don’t mind.”
She smiled. “No, not at all. I think it’s quite bold of you to do that.”
I smiled. She holds eye contact, not wavering. I love that. It shows that she’s a dominant woman. She’d probably ride the crap out of me in bed when she got on top of me.
“You seem like a really nice person. You wanna get drinks sometime?” I ask.
She smiles and nods. “Sure. We can do that.”
“Great. Let me get your number.”
After she puts her number into my phone, she asks, “Where’d you park?”
“In Duncan Street. There’s no parking on campus.”
“That’s quite a walk.”
“Yeah. What can I do?”
“You want me to drop you off? I’m heading past Duncan anyway.”
“I don’t wanna burden you.”
“No burden. Come. Get in.”
How could I resist spending more time with this hot woman? I get into the car and then glance at her legs as she turns to the door to pull the seat belt. Those legs look so damn good. I want to touch them badly.
During the drive, whenever she tilts her head to the side to turn, I sneak in another peek at her legs. I can only imagine how it would feel to have them on my shoulders while she’s lying down and I’m giving it to her.
We get to my car, and she looks at me and smiles. I don’t want this to end now. My blood is boiling, and I’m ready to go right now. Maybe she is, too.
“Do you have time to get a drink now?” I ask.
“I do.”
“I know a place.”
Instead of opting for one of the bars around campus, I get in my car and she follows me to an upscale cocktail bar a few kilometres down the road. Not only is the joint more upmarket than the university bars, but we aren’t surrounded by students who could recognise her.
During our conversation, she asks how someone as handsome as me can be single. It’s because I’m looking for sex, not a relationship. The more chicks I bang, the better. Hey, it’s what university is all about. A guy has to get that out of his system sometime. And what better time than when he’s full of testosterone, young and in his prime looks-wise?
She throws out other sexual hints such as her friends getting divorced and then going for young guys to have fun. I wonder if her friends are as hot as her. Probably are. They must be getting banged hard by young guys.
Lynn crosses her legs several times while chuckling at my silly comments. She also smacks my shoulder a few times. I’m so turned on, and I want her.
I pay the bill and then escort her to the underground parking. Nobody is around us.
At her car, she hugs me and rubs my neck. I’ve got a hard boner, and I’m certain that she can feel it. I lower my hands to her lower back, badly wanting to grab her ass. What the hell? I might as well go for it.
I grab her ass, and we lock eyes. She knows I’m horny as hell and want her so bad. Our lips crash into each other, and our tongues swirl in each other’s mouths.
I’m so hard that I’ve got some precum dripping out. I’d love nothing more than for her to get on her knees and suck my dick so I can cum in her mouth right here.
I squeeze her ass tighter, and she presses her chest up against mine. That’s her way of letting me know that she’s horny and wants me to bang her. There’s no way I’m passing up this opportunity. Have to strike while the iron is hot.
I pull back and look at her droopy eyes and hung bottom lip. She wants my dick badly. I know it.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” I say.
She follows me in her car to a nearby hotel. It’s average-priced and looks decent. I’m happy with the fact that it just has a bed.
I grab her waist, raise her slightly and then toss her onto the bed. She sprawls on it, and I leap onto her. She screeches while I’m mid-air, and then I land on her.
Our lips intertwine, and I shove my tongue deep into her mouth. My dick is poking her groin, and I wanna stick it in badly.
She raises her left leg, and I hook my arm underneath it. I run my hand down to her thigh and get even harder. Didn’t think it was possible to be harder than I am.
I ravage her neck, and she runs her fingers through the back of my hair, dishevelling it. As I lift up her top, she stretches her arms above her head.
I unclip her bra and then toss it onto the floor. My mouth engulfs her nipple while I rub her other tit. Her skirt rises up her leg, exposing her g-string as she hooks her right leg onto my lower back.
My lips trail from her chest to her abs, and I shift back on the bed. I reach behind her and unzip her skirt, then pull it off.
I stare at her muscular thighs and wonder how delicious her pussy must taste. She must be wet by now.
I pull off her g-string and marvel at her pink pussy. That is one beautiful pussy. My knees dig into the bed as I lean in and grab her legs, then lick her pussy.
It doesn’t smell like some of the pussies I’ve licked. This pussy has been well taken care of and is surprisingly tight. My tongue waggles in all directions, and she murmures.
I continue to aggressively lick her pussy while intermittently rubbing her clitoris. She arches her back and shoots out a groan. I love that lust is fuelling inside her and will explode in a matter of time.
After licking her pussy for several minutes, I stand in front of the bed. She crawls to the edge, smiling cunningly. She grabs my dick and slides it along her lips while looking at me. Oh, God. I can’t wait for her to shove it inside her mouth.
She licks the tip and then spits on it. Lynn strokes my dick a few times, then sucks it, bobbing forward and back. I close my eyes and raise my chin. To think that we met just a few hours ago and, now, she’s got my dick in her mouth.
I run my fingers through her hair and look at her voluptuous lips around my dick. I didn’t think it was possible, but I got even harder.
My smile reveals to her that I can’t wait to stick my dick inside her pussy. She turns around on her knees, and I look at her muscular ass and pink pussy.
I grab both of her cheeks and squeeze them. Her ass is tight and so is her body. She doesn’t have an ounce of fat.
My dick slides into her pussy, and I grab her shoulders. I thrust, and she murmures. I increase the pace, keeping it up for some time, and she growls. The thrusts are now even faster, and I pull her hair. She screams, motivating me to carry on at that pace. I love hearing her scream.
Pleasuring her makes me want to cum so badly, but I want to carry on. I think even if I came, I’d still be hard because she’s so damn hot.
I spank her ass several times and leave a red mark on her cheek.
“Oh yeah. I like that,” she exclaims.
I do it several more times.
Sweat has formed on my forehead after several minutes of aggressive sex. My chest expands and contracts. I’m winded, but I carry on.
Several minutes later, she flips over onto her back and raises her legs back. I grab her ankles and push them, making her feet hover above her head. My dick slides in, and I resume the hard thrusts.
I’m hovering over her, and her pussy engulfs my dick. A few sweat beads from my forehead drip onto her chest. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as I continue the hard pounding.
A vein protrudes from her forehead, and she screams. She’s climaxing and so am I. I can’t hold it in for any longer.
“I’m gonna cum,” I say.
She squeezes my pecks, and I twitch as my load bursts out. I frown and open my mouth as the biggest load spurts out of me. I twitch with every squirt. It keeps pouring out and feels like it’s never going to stop.
My balls are completely empty. They slightly hurt. I’ve never shot out that much cum during one session.
I wanted to go another round, but Lynn said that she had to go. I hope that she didn’t want to leave because the sex was bad.
She kisses my cheek by her car and then gets in.
The following day, I message her and she doesn’t reply. After several hours, I call, and she doesn’t pick up. I’m seriously concerned that she was unsatisfied, and I’m never going to see her again. I don’t want that. I wanna have much more sex with her. Surely it wasn’t that bad?
The following day, I called her again. No answer. I exhale a deep breath as I pace in my room. I have to know what’s going on. Even if she doesn’t want to see me again, I have to know what I did wrong. I figure that the best place I can find her is on campus.
For the next few days, I waited outside the informatics centre around the same time I saw her initially. I even check the parking lot, but I don’t see her.
On Friday afternoon, I walk past the parking lot and see her. I scuttle to her car and then say, “Hey, Lynn.”
She looks at me, slightly scared. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I say jokingly.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you. I called you several times, but you never answered.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Come on. What’s going on?”
She smiles and shakes her head. “Nothing. I’ve just had a lot on my plate.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
“No,” she says and rummages through the bag in her boot.
“I have to know if I didn’t satisfy you or did something you didn’t like.”
“Everything’s fine.”
“Then why have you been ignoring me?”
She inhales as she straightens her back and then closes her boot. “Look, Matthew. You’re a nice guy, but I have something else going on.”
“Like what?”
“A family.”
“You’re married?” She nods. “Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“Well, now you do.”
“I see.”
“I have to go.”
“Wait.” She stops by her door and looks at me over her shoulder. “Why did you have sex with me?”
“I needed to let loose. My husband and I were going through a rough patch, but we’ve worked things out.”
She gets into the car without greeting me and then pulls off. I look at the ground and think, ‘So, she just used me. I’m never going to have sex with her again.’
For the next few days, I constantly thought about her dismissive attitude towards me before she pulled off. I was somebody to her only for a few hours, and that’s it. I can’t accept that.
On Monday, I found her in the parking lot again because I had been waiting there for some time. I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t even want to hear what I had to say. She tells me that she has to go because she’s in a rush.
The following day, I called her. She doesn’t answer. I wanted to apologise for bothering her and tell her that she’s a special lady.
That Friday, I notice her car outside an upscale restaurant. I’m certain that it’s hers, so I wait a couple of minutes.
She walks out. I approach her, and she’s startled.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to say-.”
A young, muscular guy walks out of the restaurant and says, “Is this guy bothering you, Lynn?”
“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” she says.
They walk off, and I follow them. “Lynn, wait. I just wanted to say-.”
BAM! The jacked guy knocks me on my temple, and I’m out like a light.
CHECK OUT MY NOVEL, MY WIFE AND GIRLFRIEND