Whispor
Really Really Experienced
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- Aug 16, 2005
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I was 22 and in college. While in an upper-level Spanish elective course, I met a girl. She and I became more acquainted through the group projects that we had to participate in together. A small group of us would usually go to to breakfast together after the 8am class.
She was blonde, gorgeous, and (according to my insecure self) way out of my league.
One day after class she flat out asked me if she would buy her alcohol (she would pay, of course) - she was only 20 and couldn't buy it herself. I was very hesitant at first, but I relented and got it for her. I brought it to campus the next time we had class together and afterward got it out of my truck for her to put it in her backpack. During the course of the semester this pretty much became a weekly thing.
During our conversations she learned where my family lived (where I would go "home" to during the holidays) and she commented that she lived in a town that I passed through when I drove the 5-hour drive home. Right before Thanksgiving, she asked if I was going home for the holiday (I was) and she asked if I would mind if she rode with me and if I could drop her off on the way. She was going to be driving her own car back, so it would just be a one-way trip.
I drove a pickup, I had plenty of room in the back for her luggage, and thought, "Why not?"
During the course of the semester, I never hit on her. We were friendly, but I never asked her out, pursued her, etc. Again, I really thought she was out of my league.
Her destination was about half-way. We got on the road late Wednesday evening and headed out of town, casually conversing about subjects I have no memory of.
At one point, she turned to me and said, "You know, I really owe you for giving me a ride, and for all the times you bought alcohol for me and my roommate." I thought she was talking about paying for gas, and I told her not to worry about it.
The next thing I knew, I heard her seat belt unbuckle, she slid closer to me, and I felt her hand touch my thigh and start sliding upward to my crotch. "No, I really, really should pay you back somehow."
The whole thing was a blur. I alternated between looking at her and the road while she unfastened my belt and pants and pulled them far enough down to get access to my cock. She rubbed it with her hand until I was hard as she looked at me and smiled, and then that beautiful, blonde head of hers was bobbing up and down in front of my steering wheel.
It was my first road head. The act was so erotic to me I came copiously and quickly, and she hungrily swallowed every drop. That led to us dating for about 3 months, but as good as the sex was she just wasn't my type. She did, however, give me the gift of that exhilarating memory that I will recall fondly until the day I die.
She was blonde, gorgeous, and (according to my insecure self) way out of my league.
One day after class she flat out asked me if she would buy her alcohol (she would pay, of course) - she was only 20 and couldn't buy it herself. I was very hesitant at first, but I relented and got it for her. I brought it to campus the next time we had class together and afterward got it out of my truck for her to put it in her backpack. During the course of the semester this pretty much became a weekly thing.
During our conversations she learned where my family lived (where I would go "home" to during the holidays) and she commented that she lived in a town that I passed through when I drove the 5-hour drive home. Right before Thanksgiving, she asked if I was going home for the holiday (I was) and she asked if I would mind if she rode with me and if I could drop her off on the way. She was going to be driving her own car back, so it would just be a one-way trip.
I drove a pickup, I had plenty of room in the back for her luggage, and thought, "Why not?"
During the course of the semester, I never hit on her. We were friendly, but I never asked her out, pursued her, etc. Again, I really thought she was out of my league.
Her destination was about half-way. We got on the road late Wednesday evening and headed out of town, casually conversing about subjects I have no memory of.
At one point, she turned to me and said, "You know, I really owe you for giving me a ride, and for all the times you bought alcohol for me and my roommate." I thought she was talking about paying for gas, and I told her not to worry about it.
The next thing I knew, I heard her seat belt unbuckle, she slid closer to me, and I felt her hand touch my thigh and start sliding upward to my crotch. "No, I really, really should pay you back somehow."
The whole thing was a blur. I alternated between looking at her and the road while she unfastened my belt and pants and pulled them far enough down to get access to my cock. She rubbed it with her hand until I was hard as she looked at me and smiled, and then that beautiful, blonde head of hers was bobbing up and down in front of my steering wheel.
It was my first road head. The act was so erotic to me I came copiously and quickly, and she hungrily swallowed every drop. That led to us dating for about 3 months, but as good as the sex was she just wasn't my type. She did, however, give me the gift of that exhilarating memory that I will recall fondly until the day I die.
