Carol: My Mentor: Part VI Liz: My First Facial - Sex Stories

Carol: My Mentor: Part VI Liz: My First Facial

... sexual activity. But you’ll just have to trust me.” “You’re right, of course,” I agreed. Carol told me: “She’s waiting for you in room 1-F, just turn left out my door and go to the end of the hall. You know her. So it’ll be more exciting if you’re surprised. I’ve warned her that I worked you out pretty hard and wasn’t sure there would be much left for her. But, since you’ve had a long nap, she was willing to take her chances that she can get you up and running. Her thought, apparently, is that, because of the multiple sessions you’ve had with me, you won’t come quickly and will last much longer if she can arouse you,” noted Carol. My dick was fluttering its approval, letting me know it could handle the job, and I was intrigued to find out who my “hot” fuckdate might be. So I got the time and place of the Fall Ball event from Carol, calendered it in my date book, dressed, gave her a long, sensual, goodbye kiss and turned left down the hall for my next liason with Carol’s “happy hunting, my dear horndog” ringing in my ears. I knocked lightly on the door to Room 1F. A sultry voice inside said, “Come in if you’re good looking and horny.” I did and discovered that the voice belonged to Liz Bellino. I had been in a couple of classes with Liz over the years, and she also was a regular volunteer at SAB events. Based on her comments in our entry-level English Lit and History classes, I respected her intelligence and enjoyed her wit. And she always had a warm smile for me when I ...

... encountered her at SAB events and exchanged chit-chat. Liz had a swarthy Italian complexion and an engaging smile that bared bright white teeth, which offered a beautiful, stark contrast to her dark face. She had long, straight, dark brown hair that fell halfway down her back and a pair of almond eyes that you could easily get lost in. Liz’s most notable feature, however, was her “killer” body. If you looked “voluptuous” up in the dictionary, you would see a picture of Liz. She was notably shorter than Carol, about 5’ 6” is my guess, much bustier, rounder and hippier, and had the classic, “hour glass” figure with curvaceous calves and thighs and a big, round ass that cried out for a hard spanking. Liz always seemed to move slowly and deliberately, her tits and butt shivering delightfully as she did so. Liz was sitting up in bed reading, naked from the waist up, when I entered her room. A sheet covered the rest of her. She put the book on a bedside table, exposing her tits, which were just stunning! My jaw dropped as I gaped at them. Had to be 34-D territory at least-- no doubt. They were beautifully framed by white tan lines caused by her bra, which apparently covered part but not all of her breasts. Liz’s tits were beautifully sloped and, due to the bra, the forward portions were white except for the large dark nipples, which seemed to burst out of gorgeous, dark brown areloas Standing out against the rest of her swarthy body, her partially white breasts were just dazzling, as ...