Edie

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It was dark and peaceful here at the lake as I parked my little foreign sports car in the picnic grounds. We walked in the dark to the lake shore where it was ghostly quiet. We could still see the dark outline of the trees against the inky black sky, and the silvery smooth water of the lake in the fading light of the summer night. I was thinking how lucky I had been bumping into her in the pizza place because I was otherwise alone and desperately wanting some female company, as usual. While we sat there, I had been in a state of confusion, trying to talk to her, checking out her body, and attempting to eat my pizza. We talked all over each other, interrupting, finishing each others thoughts, and generally merging into a two-mouthed, one-brain swirl of good thinking and feeling. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was my roomie’s ex, and he always said that she was a great woman to be with, that in addition to her obvious terrific looks, she was terribly smart, and very hot. I obviously could only dream about someday being with someone like her, sexy, older, a brilliant honors student. She was a tantalizing contradiction of hot versus reserved lady. Her hair was jet black, thick, and long, and she had a hypnotic smile that embraced you instantly. Her legs were long, her waist slim, and she had very big tits. The best I could hope for was that someday I would know a girl like this. Edie, according to my roomie, was still pining for him after he had fucked her and dumped her. “Damaged goods,” he said. According to him she kept after him even when he told her he wasn’t interested in anymore of her blowjobs. Yeah, sure he wasn’t. On a more important scale than her brainpower, was her fuckability quotient. Here she also excelled, beautiful hair, alabaster white skin, lovely legs, and best of all, she had insistently huge tits. They were so big that you had to fight the urge to stare at them when speaking to her. Her refined, quiet, and shy way contradicted the bittersweet chocolate brown eyes that seemed to pull you into the deep end of a bottomless pool of sensuality and eroticism. It was important to remember that this was a high class lady who was more likely to prefer lots of intellectual conversation than to want to jump in bed and have sex. The Ataşehir Escort pizza had evaporated quickly while we talked, and I had no plan. I was interested in her even though she must have been at least five years older than me, but I didn’t have a clue how to ask her for a date should I get the courage up. It was easier than I could imagine. She said, “Will you please take me somewhere?” So we went to the lake. We were sitting in the dark at a table talking, when suddenly the peace and silence were shattered by the nasty sound of a fast-moving car full of drunken Townies ripping through the picnic area, yelling, spinning tires, hanging out of the windows, cursing and throwing bottles! If they found us, these wild animals that despised “rich, smart assed spoiled college kids from the city,” would as a minimum, beat the shit out of me, and rape Edie! We both instinctively became totally silent, crouched down behind a bench in the blackness, and froze. The hooligans spun and turned donuts looking for the occupants of my car, ripping the doors open, yelling “Where’s the fucker?” Then after what seemed to be a lifetime, they sped off into the black night. We found each other in the dark, and hugged tightly in silence for a long time. Her smell and the feel of her against me affected me in a powerful and unusual way like nothing I had ever felt before. Without a word we got in my car and headed back to campus, straight to her cottage. My mind was reeling from the conflict of the fear of getting badly hurt or worse and the intensely exciting experience of holding this woman. All the way back to campus I was thinking, scheming, and inhaling her breathtaking and intoxicating scent. Could I make the next move? Could I figure out a way to get close to her again? She must have had secret knowledge of my puny brain because when we got to her door, she said, “Please come in so we can get close to each other, I want you to hug me again.” Her cottage, right in the middle of campus, was where outstanding grad students live on their own in this big puritanical university with curfews and housemasters for undergraduates. She was living free as a bird with five other exceptional women like herself. Inside there were individual Ataşehir Escort Bayan tiny suites for each woman, a day room, a kitchen, and a little dining room. She introduced me to the three women who were home. I though I was in Penthouse for intellectuals, as they were all “Honors” like her, and good looking in that exotic academic bookish way. I guessed they were musicians, dancers, or writers, but all intriguing in that sophisticated European way of dress. They all had women’s bodies for sure, but I had to cool my staring at them because Edie was smart, remember. I was still at a loss as to what would happen next, figuring she wouldn’t risk any contact with her housemates right there. Wrong again. She looked at me intently and said right in my face, “Would you like to go to bed now?” Clearly this woman knew what she wanted and was taking it. We got up, went into her bedroom, and closed the door. Samantha, a big red-head, smiled with a shit-eating grin as we did, and said, “Good night, you two. Sweet dreams.” Now the pressure was very high for me to actually have sex with her. My only experience so far was with young coeds who knew very little and had to be coaxed, cajoled, and lied to, to get them to do anything. Here I was with an experienced woman determined to have me as her sex-student. I should have known better. Edie knew everything about sex. She put me on the sofa and curled up closely against me, her face near mine, and she smiled. Then she kissed me and said, “May I assume you want to know more about sex?” I could only exhale as response. “And would you mind if I shared some of my knowledge with you?” This is going too easily. “Okay if I get more comfortable? “ she said, and took off her skirt, shoes, dark pantyhose, and blouse. Standing in her gigantic bra and her slip, she took a silky black teddy from the wardrobe and asked me to hold it while she reached around the back and unclasped her bra. When the bra came off I was paralyzed with the sight and just stared at her very large breasts. She looked at me and said, “Please look as long as you want; it gives me pleasure.” Her aureoles were as large as the palm of my hand, brown, and bumpy around the rim. Her nipples were as big Escort Ataşehir as erasers, hard, and protruding arrogantly. Her skin was smooth and firm, and I could see tiny blue veins running all over her pale breasts. When she moved the bulk of her breasts moved too. They just undulated with a motion that went into my balls like an electric shock. She dropped her slip and I could see her pussy buried in a forest of shiny, soft, mink-like hair. Her vulva strode out from her slightly rounded belly like modern sculpture, with protruding ruffled lips that were like the flowers they were. It was quite pink, nicely contrasting with her white belly. At this point I felt like a boy in a man’s place. Her pussy was oozing drops of moisture from the slit, which I think was dripping. There was a sweet scent in the room, like in a primeval forest swamp surrounded with wild orchids. Naturally, she knew what next to say and do. “Here, Robb, let me help you get those things off,” she said as she opened my fly and pulled my pants down. This was not so easy, as my erection was sticking straight out through the fly opening in my jockey shorts. She stared at it, smiled warmly, and said, “Ummm, nice, thank you.” I took my shirt off, but she had taken on removing my pants as her own private task, and she was enjoying every second of it. She had my jeans off. Now, she started to carefully remove my jockey shorts as if they were an unexploded bomb. She took hold of the elastic waistband and rolled it down, being extra careful to allow my penis to escape from the fly, and escape it did! Her eyes went big and soft when she saw it hard and bobbing around like a cobra looking for prey. She was mesmerized, staring intently like it was the first she had seen. I don’t think so. Shoes and socks were already off; I don’t remember how.“Robb, please come get close to me. Lie with me,” she said in a soft soothing voice. I lay down next to her on the bed, trembling with a mixture of anxiety and desire. She put those wonderful breasts in my face. She said, “May I touch you?” and without waiting for my answer, she had my cock in both hands. She leaned over and put it between her wet lips. Up and down, bobbed her head. In and out of her mouth it went, deeper into her throat with each stroke. I could hardly stand it because it was going in so far that she was gagging and choking. She said, “Do you mind if we put it right in me, I’m very hot?” She climbed on top of me, straddling my chest and leaned forward, lifting her ass and hanging her colossal breasts right in my face, and smiled.

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