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A Date with My Library Lover
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Soon, after the passionate meeting in the library at my birthday with my young admirer (university student Peter), there was a party of our department. The party took place in a cafe. When I reached the cafe, it was already quite crowded. I was wearing a dark green semi-sheer lace minidress, black sheer tights and dark claret red heels. As the dress had very narrow shoulder straps, I did not wear a bra under it. Of course, my perky nipples gave it away. One of my colleagues invited me to sit at their table. I knew him well; he was a nice man, about ten years older than me, married. He had a kind of crush on me. From time to time, he had asked me to accompany him at some parties or events or as a secretary on his business trips. Sometimes on these trips I had slept with him. When I was seated next to him, I noticed my young "library lover" Peter sitting at a corner table. He saw me too, and we exchanged smiles. The party was nice, with good music, champagne and cocktails. Often I saw that Peter was watching me. I was sure he noticed how my neighbor at the table put his hand on my knee and slid it over my thigh asking me for a dance. When we were dancing in close embrace, Peter was following me with his enamored glances. I could not spend much time at the table, because all the time I was asked to dance. It seemed that several other men from our department were also interested in me. I was enjoying that very much, because I like dancing. But, at the bottom of my heart, I hoped that Peter would dance with me. I sent him many encouraging glances, but he seemed hesitant. Eventually, when there was time for couple of last dances, he gathered up his courage, and asked me for a dance. I was very happy. When he put his arms around me, I got goose pimples, was so excited. We danced in close hug; I clung to his body enjoying his touches and the unison of our movements. I felt how his penis got hard pressed against my loins. I was so glad that I could be with him, in his arms. It was around midnight when the party was coming to an end. Peter thanked me for dancing with him, and proposed to escort me home. I agreed willingly. When we had reached my place, Peter wished me good night and was going to leave. I asked him to come closer, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him. I desired to belong to him that night, so I invited him to come in for a cup of coffee.
I seated him on a sofa, laid the coffee table, put on relaxing background music, lit some candles, and sat close to him. After some time, when we had the refreshments and some chat, I leant on his side, looked into his eyes, took his hand, and guided it on my thigh. Series of passionate kisses followed. I encouraged his hand to move further between my thighs. Somehow, the shoulder straps slid off and the upper part of my dress fell down denuding my breasts. My perky nipples fitted well between his thirsty lips. He pushed me gently on my back. Lying on top of me he gave me a long deep kiss, then his lips moved on my neck, and then on my breasts. Oh, he was fond of my titties, caressing them with hands and kisses. It was so cute how he was enjoying my tits. I pushed my nipple in his mouth, whispering that he should suck these harder. Oh my, that was so good. His hand was sliding over my thighs, found my pussy, and began to stroke it through the tights. I felt his rock-hard cock pressed firmly against my leg. We were both already very excited, and soon in a hurry to take off the clothes. I lay down on the sofa and spread my legs to show him that I wanted his big hard cock inside my cunt. When he bent over me to enter, I took his penis in my hand to show it the right way. This handling, and perhaps the sight of my naked body and our previous flaming foreplay, appeared too arousing for him. His penis got off untimely in my hand shooting jets of hot cum on my breasts and belly. Peter looked unhappy. I was so sorry for him. I comforted him that he should not worry, sometimes it just happens, and that I liked it this way, too.
As I was quite "decorated" with cum, I had to clean myself. Returning from the bathroom, I found Peter in a somewhat sad mood. His drooping penis looked sad, too. I was still horny and wished to make it up. Asking him to lie down I climbed on top of him and knelt spraddlelegged above his face, my wet pussy kissing his mouth. I let him to lick and suck my cunt. It was most enjoyable to feel his curious tongue moving around there, trying to enter vaginal opening. Then it found my clit. My moaning and body language showed him how much I was enjoying it when he caressed my hard clit with his tongue. I looked down at him - it was so hot view to see how keen he was eating my pussy. I asked him to suck my clit. And so he did, at first softly, then harder. Gosh, he was thirsty! I was extremely aroused and reached so powerful orgasm that made me squirt. My pussy juices flew on his face and into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Then I lay down flat on him and kissed him thankfully and deeply, tasting my own pussy juices from his lips. Under my loins I felt that his penis was rigid again. I sat on his nice big cock in a riding position and started to rub it between my wet pussy lips. Oh, what a good feeling that was. This massage worked his penis even harder and thicker. I craved for his cock inside me. I guided the head of his cock to my cunt opening and shoved it in. Pumping up and down I got it deeper and deeper until it was inside my vagina in full length; I felt its head poking cervix. Peter was looking at me with admiration, at my devoted ecstatic face, at my pointed nipples, and stretched cunt. I was riding his cock faster moving up and down and twirling my hips. My breasts were bouncing and swinging. This dance of mutual pleasure made us both moaning. We were reaching to the climax. He grabbed my hips to thrust his cock in my vagina as deep as possible. I was screaming in ecstasy feeling his penis jerking and shooting jets of sperm into my womb. I lowered myself flat on top of him, panting. He embraced me tightly; his cock was still twitching inside me. We kissed and we were both happy.
As it was already late-night hours, I made the bed and offered Peter to sleep overnight at my place. I fell asleep in his arms my head on his chest. Peter left in the morning after coffee and sandwiches which I served clad in a sheer mini negligee. At the front door I gave him a passionate cuddle and deep kiss. A neighbor happened to witness this our romantic moment and gazed at me when I was standing at the door in my negligee and waving to my young lover.
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Posted on : Aug 7, 2020
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Commented on Aug 9, 2020
I've dreamed of it many times. the student is a real lucky guy. you are the woman of my dreams 😘
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