University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

... eyes and not realising the danger. “Then you’re in for a treat. Come on; let’s slip out before big bad bro spoils our fun!” I suppose in my inebriated state I hadn’t thought things through properly. All I knew was that a gorgeous, sophisticated, final year student fancied me and wanted to take me outside to see the harbour in the moonlight. I was truly flattered. He was so much older than me; so much more worldly wise; so handsome! It was unbelievably naïve, I know but I was innocent, young and romantic and, frankly drunk. I suppose I had expected a certain amount of physical contact and was looking forward to finding out if he really was as sexy as he seemed. I had kissed open-mouthed with tongues before, until my mouth was numb, and I wasn’t a complete stranger to a reasonable amount of clumsy groping and fondling either. I’ve always enjoyed having my boobs fondled - through my tops of course - especially if the boy was quite rough with me and on occasions I had even ground my private parts against a boy’s legs while heavy petting or dancing. What I hadn’t bargained for was the extraordinary efficiency with which this older boy – ‘man’ I should say – began to make serious sexual progress with me and how my inexperienced body would betray me with its responses. After a short walk holding hands romantically we reached the quay and, arm in arm, looked out over the water at the bobbing boats. It truly was beautiful with the moon glinting off the water. I felt romantic and ...

... squeezed his hand tightly. He squeezed mine in return and I leaned against his strong body. “The view’s even better from the other pier,” he said softly, leading me gently but firmly along the waterside and down a short passageway. Half way along he stopped and turned towards me in the near darkness. I had half expected, even half hoped for this and had looked forward to the moment when our lips would first touch. When it happened it was every bit as magical as I had imagined when I had first talked to him in the pub. My head was tilted upwards towards his handsome face, my arms around his waist, his hands in the small of my back. We kissed long and hard, our tongues entwined, our bodies pressed close. He was tall and strong and athletic and his body was warm against mine. It seemed an age before our lips parted, and when they did it felt like I had fallen into darkness. Seconds later his mouth was on mine again, tongues active but this time, before I knew it, his hands were on my boobs and he was touching me exactly the way I liked it. Strong and confident, his fingers kneaded my small globes firmly through my loose, long sleeved jumper and tweaked my nipples through my bra. I felt sexy and attractive and, without thinking, began to press myself harder against his thigh as we kissed and kissed. Minutes later his hands were underneath my jumper, his fingers dancing over the bare flesh of my tummy and moving up to up my boobs in their cups. Seconds later my bra was efficiently ...