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HOT LINKS     |
11/07/2019
Joanna was her name, from Portland Michigan – she actually was a MSU fan but was at college with me playing volleyball. She was auburn haired, about 5’9” with long beautiful legs. She had an athletic build, but had great boobs (34C) and flat abs.
We met on a bus to the football game – introduced by friends – had some wonderful chemistry and then again at a party, where we talked for about an hour. She had a great sense of humor and very pretty eyes and smile. She was not what one would call beautiful, more cute/attractive but she had the vitality of an athlete in great shape. And I liked her, she had a different vibe than the southern girls I knew…an earthier, less pretentious sense of humor.
We wound up at a dinner with some of the alumni donors. I was there representing non-scholarship sports (Lacrosse). And we worked it our so that we were seated together. Flirting ensued…She was wearing black dress pants, heels and a shiny gray silver metallic looking long sleeve shirt; great smile and green eyes…MMMM.
The running joke was “Why are you here, Lacrosse is not a real varsity sport?” I finally told her I was undercover security and I was there to see if she was carrying any weapons that would pose a danger to all the rich alums. So a role play ensued and it allowed me to look her over and make double entendre comments right and left. She then asked how I could be really sure she was not posing a danger and I replied “A thorough full body cavity search”. As soon as I said it she got a warm flush all over her face, slightly parted lips…I could tell she was into this role play. She said “It’s a little crowed in here for that , don’t you think?” So I said, “to avoid embarrassment, I need to ask you to go outside and take a right, there is a closet there. Go place your hands on the shelf with feet back and spread them. I will be in there shortly to conduct the search”. She got up slowly and walked out the door to the closet. I followed in about a minute. I can imagine that minute seemed very long to her. When I opened the door she was inside, legs spread and bent over slightly – hands on the shelf.
I started my search with my body positioned just directly behind her so she could feel my presence but very indirect. I started at her arms, just touching and lightly squeezing them in a search pattern, ran my hands softly across her back several times. Then a reached my arms around her and hugged her from behind, putting my mouth right inside the nape of her neck and ran my hands across her abs and under the line of her bra. She never moved to block and I am sure she thought I would go for her breasts but I stopped and squatted down to search her legs beginning at her ankles and moving up slowly until I hand my large hands around her upper thigh – one on the outside and one on the inside. Damn I could feel the heat…
I stood back up and slowly reached over to unbutton the front of her black pants and unzip the zipper. I remember thinking how short the zipper was since they fit around her hips. She reached back to grab my cock and I said “No, there will be time for that later, this time is just for you”. I could sense her relax and melt in my arms during that exact moment.
I reached in with my right hand and put my left hand hugging her across her breasts, holding her tight, landing little kisses on her neck cheek and ears.
My fingers were in no hurry, and I teased and enjoyed the tuft of hair that all women had back then, soft downy hairs. To get better access, I had worked her pants down below her hips and the mound of her butt but I kept the panties on. Finally, I started tracing the outline of her lips, softly like you were circling the edge of a very fine crystal wine glass. Then I went inside, but not directly to her clitoris, but underneath there is a muscular groove that sort of lines you up to go inside, deeper, but its not quite inside, I find that to be a marvelous spot to warm things up. I pulled her back towards me and we leaned against the door for safety, Door/Paul/Joanna sandwich. While exploring the groove, I feel her legs start to go wider and she moved her hips to try and get me to touch the love button, but I wanted to take my time and prolong this moment just for a little bit more. Damn she was wet and the sounds she made while I am touching her were sweet, hot, vulnerable, yearning, sexy. Then I slowed down and started moving (an eighth of an inch at a time) towards her clitoris. she completely stopped breathing and when I finally flicked across her clit for the first time she let out an audible grunt. Very hot. She did a very unusual thing, I felt her right hand drift down and touch the back of my right hand. Without even being conscious of it, the tiny touch on the back of my hand was providing me with tiny and subtle information – more pressure, less pressure, a bit to the right or the left. It was marvelous.
Then I began a rhythm, three flicks just below and one flick all across the top. It settled into a predictable timing (I find its best to get a nice predictable pace for you ladies when you want to cum). She was on the edge for an extraordinarily long time but I just kept right on with the pace until I started to see the signs, her knees locked up and she tensed up – right then I plunged a finger deep inside her across her gspot with my thumb still applying pressure on her clitoris. She came and came hard squatting so that I was nearly holding her up with my finger hooked deep inside her.
After about minute she asked, “What did you just do to me?” It turns out she, at age 20, had never had an orgasm before. While she had enjoyed sex and the way it felt, she had never fully enjoyed it. She cried, happy tears.
She wanted to do something with me. I said we should just enjoy this moment, go back to dinner and then spend some time after…which we did. We had many other “firsts” together culminating in the “Night of 11 Orgasms”. Which I can share in another story if you are interested.
I can say she was insatiable for the next 18 months while we dated. She eventually flunked out and headed back to Michigan but she was a beautiful special memory…and my first and last Michigan girl.
I treasure those memories as it’s been hard during my wife’s illness over the last few years. The mind is the most important sex organ for sure!
We met on a bus to the football game – introduced by friends – had some wonderful chemistry and then again at a party, where we talked for about an hour. She had a great sense of humor and very pretty eyes and smile. She was not what one would call beautiful, more cute/attractive but she had the vitality of an athlete in great shape. And I liked her, she had a different vibe than the southern girls I knew…an earthier, less pretentious sense of humor.
We wound up at a dinner with some of the alumni donors. I was there representing non-scholarship sports (Lacrosse). And we worked it our so that we were seated together. Flirting ensued…She was wearing black dress pants, heels and a shiny gray silver metallic looking long sleeve shirt; great smile and green eyes…MMMM.
The running joke was “Why are you here, Lacrosse is not a real varsity sport?” I finally told her I was undercover security and I was there to see if she was carrying any weapons that would pose a danger to all the rich alums. So a role play ensued and it allowed me to look her over and make double entendre comments right and left. She then asked how I could be really sure she was not posing a danger and I replied “A thorough full body cavity search”. As soon as I said it she got a warm flush all over her face, slightly parted lips…I could tell she was into this role play. She said “It’s a little crowed in here for that , don’t you think?” So I said, “to avoid embarrassment, I need to ask you to go outside and take a right, there is a closet there. Go place your hands on the shelf with feet back and spread them. I will be in there shortly to conduct the search”. She got up slowly and walked out the door to the closet. I followed in about a minute. I can imagine that minute seemed very long to her. When I opened the door she was inside, legs spread and bent over slightly – hands on the shelf.
I started my search with my body positioned just directly behind her so she could feel my presence but very indirect. I started at her arms, just touching and lightly squeezing them in a search pattern, ran my hands softly across her back several times. Then a reached my arms around her and hugged her from behind, putting my mouth right inside the nape of her neck and ran my hands across her abs and under the line of her bra. She never moved to block and I am sure she thought I would go for her breasts but I stopped and squatted down to search her legs beginning at her ankles and moving up slowly until I hand my large hands around her upper thigh – one on the outside and one on the inside. Damn I could feel the heat…
I stood back up and slowly reached over to unbutton the front of her black pants and unzip the zipper. I remember thinking how short the zipper was since they fit around her hips. She reached back to grab my cock and I said “No, there will be time for that later, this time is just for you”. I could sense her relax and melt in my arms during that exact moment.
I reached in with my right hand and put my left hand hugging her across her breasts, holding her tight, landing little kisses on her neck cheek and ears.
My fingers were in no hurry, and I teased and enjoyed the tuft of hair that all women had back then, soft downy hairs. To get better access, I had worked her pants down below her hips and the mound of her butt but I kept the panties on. Finally, I started tracing the outline of her lips, softly like you were circling the edge of a very fine crystal wine glass. Then I went inside, but not directly to her clitoris, but underneath there is a muscular groove that sort of lines you up to go inside, deeper, but its not quite inside, I find that to be a marvelous spot to warm things up. I pulled her back towards me and we leaned against the door for safety, Door/Paul/Joanna sandwich. While exploring the groove, I feel her legs start to go wider and she moved her hips to try and get me to touch the love button, but I wanted to take my time and prolong this moment just for a little bit more. Damn she was wet and the sounds she made while I am touching her were sweet, hot, vulnerable, yearning, sexy. Then I slowed down and started moving (an eighth of an inch at a time) towards her clitoris. she completely stopped breathing and when I finally flicked across her clit for the first time she let out an audible grunt. Very hot. She did a very unusual thing, I felt her right hand drift down and touch the back of my right hand. Without even being conscious of it, the tiny touch on the back of my hand was providing me with tiny and subtle information – more pressure, less pressure, a bit to the right or the left. It was marvelous.
Then I began a rhythm, three flicks just below and one flick all across the top. It settled into a predictable timing (I find its best to get a nice predictable pace for you ladies when you want to cum). She was on the edge for an extraordinarily long time but I just kept right on with the pace until I started to see the signs, her knees locked up and she tensed up – right then I plunged a finger deep inside her across her gspot with my thumb still applying pressure on her clitoris. She came and came hard squatting so that I was nearly holding her up with my finger hooked deep inside her.
After about minute she asked, “What did you just do to me?” It turns out she, at age 20, had never had an orgasm before. While she had enjoyed sex and the way it felt, she had never fully enjoyed it. She cried, happy tears.
She wanted to do something with me. I said we should just enjoy this moment, go back to dinner and then spend some time after…which we did. We had many other “firsts” together culminating in the “Night of 11 Orgasms”. Which I can share in another story if you are interested.
I can say she was insatiable for the next 18 months while we dated. She eventually flunked out and headed back to Michigan but she was a beautiful special memory…and my first and last Michigan girl.
I treasure those memories as it’s been hard during my wife’s illness over the last few years. The mind is the most important sex organ for sure!
Poster:
Paul
