A couple of days ago I got a text from a former FB, I guess you could call her. She was actually a roomate at the time. It was initially a "Just saying Hi, and Happy Holidays" sort of text conversation. I wished her the same, and told her that I hoped everything was happy up her way. She texted back, "Yeah still married, work is great. But miss the things we did."
So when I met this girl, there was ZERO attraction. She's a pleasant looking 5 with a freaking pixie haircut. Very nice personality though. She lived near me, and was in her final year at med school. Because of our locations, I frequently bumped into her. One day she mentions that she's losing both of her roommates and has to find a cheaper place to live for a few months.
I tell her if she can't find a place just let me know, because I have a couple of extra rooms if she's cool with that. She was, and moved in a few days later.
Turns out she was a good roommate. Didn't smoke, quiet, kept her shit neat, worked pretty hard on her studies. Always paid on time.
A couple of times, she complained that her neck and back were stiff from all the reading, and I gave her a neck/back rub. Nothing else, because I just wasn't attracted to her. She did, however, do all of my laundry one day to thank me. Like I said, good roommate.
That changed on a Saturday morning about 3 weeks or so before she was going to leave to start her residency. I was pouring some coffee when she walked into the kitchen, rubbing her neck. Figuring this was a great opportunity to trade a massage for clean folded laundry, I stepped over to her and started in on her neck.
About 20 seconds into the massage she reaches back, sticks her hand in my robe, cups and starts massaging my balls. Understand, we have not kissed, hugged, or even talked about sex. We were strictly just roommates. And now, my balls were being rolled around in her warm, soft hands. 5 or not, I pop a full on boner, and she starts running her hand up and down on my cock and balls.
Fuck this I think and let go of her shoulders, and pull her in closer so I can reach her tits. Holy shit. They were nice and firm. I don't know what shampoo she used, but her hair (what little there was of it) smelled fucking great. She turned around, faced me, and pushed my robe off of my shoulders so that I'm standing there naked. She's wearing the same baggy sort of scrubs that she always wears, and start grabbing them to get them off. Then we were both naked in the kitchen with her pressing her face into my chest licking and biting me while still rubbing my balls.
My bedroom is just off the kitchen so I pick her up and go straight for the bed.
Gentlemen let me say that while she may have been a pleasant 5 in the face, her body and the sex were fucking 10s. Her pussy smelled like wildflowers and the damn thing tasted like honey. Over the next three weeks, I must have spent hours with my tongue buried in that sweet, glove tight pussy. No matter how long or often I fucked that thing, it was always sweet. She was appreciative of that fact too since she hungrily swallowed all the cum I could pump into her active, mouth. She especially liked it when I tied her up, fucked her, made her lick her bountiful pussy juice off of my dick, then came in her mouth.
For three weeks I literally savaged this girl every chance I had. Nothing was out of bounds. She could not get enough, and when I thought that it was over for me, she came back wanting more. I must confess at one point my dick simply seemed exhausted. She asked me to roll over, so I did. We had not used one single condom in all the 2000 times we fucked, so I didn’t know why she pulled one out of my nightstand. Right up until I felt the Astroglide hit my asshole.
Guys, if you’ve never had a woman suck your dick, while rubbing your prostate, I’d suggest giving it a try. (no homo) Not sure I’d just let anyone do that, but this girl had the password to my sex firewall.
At the end of the third week, she had to leave. The hospital she had to report to was halfway to the other side of the country. She was openly sobbing when I said goodbye. And damn me if I didn’t shed a few tears myself.
I have yet to meet her equal. The sexual chemistry was an absolute perfect fit. Almost any time I think about sex, or read any of the stories in the “I-just-had-sex” thread, that damn girl pops back in my head and wreaks havoc on my concentration.
Do any of you have a “That one damn girl” in your past?
So when I met this girl, there was ZERO attraction. She's a pleasant looking 5 with a freaking pixie haircut. Very nice personality though. She lived near me, and was in her final year at med school. Because of our locations, I frequently bumped into her. One day she mentions that she's losing both of her roommates and has to find a cheaper place to live for a few months.
I tell her if she can't find a place just let me know, because I have a couple of extra rooms if she's cool with that. She was, and moved in a few days later.
Turns out she was a good roommate. Didn't smoke, quiet, kept her shit neat, worked pretty hard on her studies. Always paid on time.
A couple of times, she complained that her neck and back were stiff from all the reading, and I gave her a neck/back rub. Nothing else, because I just wasn't attracted to her. She did, however, do all of my laundry one day to thank me. Like I said, good roommate.
That changed on a Saturday morning about 3 weeks or so before she was going to leave to start her residency. I was pouring some coffee when she walked into the kitchen, rubbing her neck. Figuring this was a great opportunity to trade a massage for clean folded laundry, I stepped over to her and started in on her neck.
About 20 seconds into the massage she reaches back, sticks her hand in my robe, cups and starts massaging my balls. Understand, we have not kissed, hugged, or even talked about sex. We were strictly just roommates. And now, my balls were being rolled around in her warm, soft hands. 5 or not, I pop a full on boner, and she starts running her hand up and down on my cock and balls.
Fuck this I think and let go of her shoulders, and pull her in closer so I can reach her tits. Holy shit. They were nice and firm. I don't know what shampoo she used, but her hair (what little there was of it) smelled fucking great. She turned around, faced me, and pushed my robe off of my shoulders so that I'm standing there naked. She's wearing the same baggy sort of scrubs that she always wears, and start grabbing them to get them off. Then we were both naked in the kitchen with her pressing her face into my chest licking and biting me while still rubbing my balls.
My bedroom is just off the kitchen so I pick her up and go straight for the bed.
Gentlemen let me say that while she may have been a pleasant 5 in the face, her body and the sex were fucking 10s. Her pussy smelled like wildflowers and the damn thing tasted like honey. Over the next three weeks, I must have spent hours with my tongue buried in that sweet, glove tight pussy. No matter how long or often I fucked that thing, it was always sweet. She was appreciative of that fact too since she hungrily swallowed all the cum I could pump into her active, mouth. She especially liked it when I tied her up, fucked her, made her lick her bountiful pussy juice off of my dick, then came in her mouth.
For three weeks I literally savaged this girl every chance I had. Nothing was out of bounds. She could not get enough, and when I thought that it was over for me, she came back wanting more. I must confess at one point my dick simply seemed exhausted. She asked me to roll over, so I did. We had not used one single condom in all the 2000 times we fucked, so I didn’t know why she pulled one out of my nightstand. Right up until I felt the Astroglide hit my asshole.
Guys, if you’ve never had a woman suck your dick, while rubbing your prostate, I’d suggest giving it a try. (no homo) Not sure I’d just let anyone do that, but this girl had the password to my sex firewall.
At the end of the third week, she had to leave. The hospital she had to report to was halfway to the other side of the country. She was openly sobbing when I said goodbye. And damn me if I didn’t shed a few tears myself.
I have yet to meet her equal. The sexual chemistry was an absolute perfect fit. Almost any time I think about sex, or read any of the stories in the “I-just-had-sex” thread, that damn girl pops back in my head and wreaks havoc on my concentration.
Do any of you have a “That one damn girl” in your past?