BigBubblehead
Really Experienced
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Closed ... for now. I am offering this to a writer. If she doesn't want it, I will open it with a post to the Seeking thread.
Robert Harrison had been shifting his attention between the beauty at the next table and his Tablet, his eyes inconspicuously shifting up and down behind his dark glasses. Despite her being just one of the many dozens of Pre-Law students in his 10am auditorium class, Robert had recognized her instantly. A woman like that wasn't easily forgotten, even when only seen in a too-large crowd.
For almost twenty minutes, he'd watched the three of them, his lust interest and the couple with their backs to him through which he was spying. He'd been trying to determine the relationship between the three -- classmates, friends, lovers, relatives -- but the body language, snippets of conversation he'd overheard, and flirting between all three of them -- left him with more questions than that with which he'd begun. Was she the guy's girl? The girl's girl? Was she theirs both? He was sure there was something there -- the encounter was too intimate not to involve some sort of sexual connection -- but he just couldn't figure it out.
And then, far too soon, they stood, made their farewells, and headed off in three separate directions.
It wasn't until all three were long gone -- and Robert's erection began to wane -- that he caught sight of a cell phone just barely visible under what he thought was the campus newspaper. He knew that the young woman from his class had been reading the paper and circling advertisements, too, so it was a safe assumption that the phone was hers, too. He should have called the phone's presence to the barista, but Robert was eager to learn a little bit about the student first.
He stood, dropped a few bills next to his empty espresso mug, then looked about for prying eyes. Seeing no one paying him undue attention, he turned and picked up the newspaper -- and the phone underneath it -- and headed off in the direction of the beauty after whom he'd lusted.
At his office, Robert's eyes continued to widen as his mouth fell open farther and farther. He was in the picture gallery, and what he found was shocking, even for an adult male with an active sex life and unrestricted imagination. Add to that the fact that the news paper hadn't been the campus paper at all, but had been a hook up circular for those into all sorts of sexual kink...
Oh, fuck... was all Robert could think behind his locked door as he stared at the images and pounded his pud.
"Explicit"
Robert Harrison had been shifting his attention between the beauty at the next table and his Tablet, his eyes inconspicuously shifting up and down behind his dark glasses. Despite her being just one of the many dozens of Pre-Law students in his 10am auditorium class, Robert had recognized her instantly. A woman like that wasn't easily forgotten, even when only seen in a too-large crowd.
For almost twenty minutes, he'd watched the three of them, his lust interest and the couple with their backs to him through which he was spying. He'd been trying to determine the relationship between the three -- classmates, friends, lovers, relatives -- but the body language, snippets of conversation he'd overheard, and flirting between all three of them -- left him with more questions than that with which he'd begun. Was she the guy's girl? The girl's girl? Was she theirs both? He was sure there was something there -- the encounter was too intimate not to involve some sort of sexual connection -- but he just couldn't figure it out.
And then, far too soon, they stood, made their farewells, and headed off in three separate directions.
It wasn't until all three were long gone -- and Robert's erection began to wane -- that he caught sight of a cell phone just barely visible under what he thought was the campus newspaper. He knew that the young woman from his class had been reading the paper and circling advertisements, too, so it was a safe assumption that the phone was hers, too. He should have called the phone's presence to the barista, but Robert was eager to learn a little bit about the student first.
He stood, dropped a few bills next to his empty espresso mug, then looked about for prying eyes. Seeing no one paying him undue attention, he turned and picked up the newspaper -- and the phone underneath it -- and headed off in the direction of the beauty after whom he'd lusted.
At his office, Robert's eyes continued to widen as his mouth fell open farther and farther. He was in the picture gallery, and what he found was shocking, even for an adult male with an active sex life and unrestricted imagination. Add to that the fact that the news paper hadn't been the campus paper at all, but had been a hook up circular for those into all sorts of sexual kink...
Oh, fuck... was all Robert could think behind his locked door as he stared at the images and pounded his pud.
