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A Fresh StartChapter 25: Midnight Rendezvous free porn video
I goofed off that afternoon in the dorm and had dinner in the dining hall. After dinner, Buddy pushed me to go to a frat party with him and get drunk and wasted. I declined. “Buddy, I’m going out tonight. Sorry.”
“Hey, it’s free beer and dope!”
“Buddy, with you it’s always free beer and dope.” I had never seen him actually buy beer or pot, although he certainly seemed to mooch it pretty quickly.
“So, where are you going?”
“That’s secret, Buddy. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“But...”
“Trust me, Buddy. I’m going to have even more fun than you will, and I won’t get a hangover from it,” I said, laughing.
By nine, Buddy was history, off to wherever he was getting drunk and stoned at. I grabbed my toilet kit and a towel and headed down the hall. I took another shower, and shaved again, because you never want to be the one to cause rug burns. (Actually, that was sort of overkill. My beard really didn’t get heavy until I was almost twenty. A second shave in one day was more along the lines of wishful thinking.) Afterwards, I went back to my room and changed into fresh khakis, a clean white dress shirt, and my deck shoes. I skipped the socks; I definitely skipped the briefs and undershirt. My dress shirt I wore casually, with the sleeves rolled up to mid forearm and a couple of buttons at the collar undone. I left the room a few minutes past ten.
I parked in the Holiday Inn parking lot away from the building, in a spot not well lit, and waited in the car until it was closer to the appointed time. No way did I want to be in the hall when one of the girls came wandering through. I figured that the girls were sharing a room or two, and that Sophia was in her own separate room. By 10:30, the girls would have settled down, but I didn’t want to chance running into them. At 10:27 I got out of the Galaxie, locked it, and went in through the lobby. The clerk glanced at me, but I went through to the elevators and went up to the third floor. Room 312 was to the right side. I walked down the hallway as quietly as I could and tapped lightly on the door.
After a moment, the door opened wide, and Sophia Berzinski smiled when she saw me leaning against the door frame. She didn’t say anything, but stepped aside and invited me in. I followed her inside, and she closed the door behind me, and set the latch. “I was hoping you might stop by,” she said.
“I was hoping you would invite me,” I replied.
Sophia was looking extremely seductive. She had on a long black silk robe, and the way she moved underneath it led me to believe it was almost all she was wearing. She was also wearing black stockings and black stiletto heels. I eyed her frankly and approvingly. She was carrying a champagne flute half filled with sparkling wine. She wiggled it in my direction. “Would you care to join me?”
“I’d like that.” I followed her over to the table in the room where she had a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket, along with a second glass. I took off my jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. I looked around the room. It was your basic Holiday Inn style room, with a single king size bed, a dresser with a television bolted to it, and a small table with a couple of chairs. A pair of small armchairs was in one corner facing the television.
Sophia handed me the glass of champagne. “I’m not so sure of the vintage,” she commented.
I had to smile at that. “I think I’m more astonished that you got champagne through room service at a Holiday Inn.”
We sipped our champagne and looked into each other’s eyes. She gave me a smile and I sat down in one of the armchairs and held my hand out to her. She settled sideways on my lap, with one arm around my neck and the other holding her flute of champagne. I kept an arm around her waist and the other on my own glass. “I debated picking anything up before coming over,” I said.
“Oh?”
I gave a small shrug. “I figured that the girls might notice flowers tomorrow morning, and I’m still not old enough to buy booze.”
“How old are you?” she asked, surprised.
“Does it matter?”
It was her turn to shrug. “No, I don’t suppose it does.”
I finished my glass of champagne and set the empty glass on the table to the side, and then put both hands around her waist. The silk felt very thin, and her body felt very warm and supple beneath it. “I didn’t think so, either.”
She smiled at me and continued to sip her champagne. “You are very sure of yourself.”
I tried to sound innocent. “Am I? I just try to be myself.” I tightened my hold on Sophia’s waist slightly and began running my hands slowly over her. She shifted slightly, and her robe came apart slightly on her legs. First, I saw the elastic band at the top of her stockings, and then she shifted a touch more, and I saw some pale white thigh above the stockings.
Sophia closed her eyes and gave a slight shudder as my hands moved over her back and side, and her eyes closed as she slumped against me. This brought her head close to mine, and I turned my head slightly, to where I could whisper into her ear, “You should be yourself, and relax. Let me help you relax. You’re an amazing woman. Let me make you amazing tonight.” I nuzzled her neck, extended my tongue, and traced a thin line along her neck up to a spot just behind her ear. I flicked my tongue across her ear lobe, and as I did, I brought the hand wrapped around her from the front, back and up. I lightly traced a line using just the tips of my fingers across her side and up along her breast. Sophia gave another small shudder, and this time she let out a soft sigh.
I continued to lightly tease and taste her, slowly letting my fingers wander across the front of her robe. Sophia’s breathing became a little raspy, and I glanced down at the front of her robe. Her nipples were aroused and tenting out the front of it. She was showing a lot of cleavage, as her squirming in my arms was opening her robe up, and her chest was becoming flushed. It was time. I slipped my hand inside her robe and cupped a large and warm breast, lifting it and running my thumb across the distended nipple.
Sophia moaned, and her eyes snapped open. She pulled her head away from mine and looked me in the eye, and then her hands came up to cup my face on both sides. She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me, her tongue dueling with mine, as I peeled her robe open enough that I could use both hands on those beautiful full breasts. We continued like this, and I undid the tie holding her robe together. I slid one hand between her legs, and she quickly spread them as much as possible while staying on my lap. She had a small patch of coarse and curly hair, which seemed drenched, and her clit was throbbing as I ran a fingertip up through her slit. Sophia’s musk filled the room.
Sophia moaned loudly as I touched her clit, and to keep her quiet, I held her face to mine with the hand to the back of her head as I began to finger her pussy. She was shaking as she moaned into my lips, and I refused to let her go until a quiet shriek and a flood of warm juice to my fingers indicated a crushing orgasm. At that point I let up on her and let off her clit and simply used my fingers to rub her wet pussy from the outside. Sophia pulled her head back and looked at me with glazed eyes, and with a weak voice, said, “Oh, God, fuck me!”
I shook my head and smiled. “No.”
“No?” she asked weakly.
“Not yet. We have lots of time. I plan to use you all night long. You want that don’t you? You want one orgasm after another, don’t you? You want me to make you do things, don’t you?” As I whispered these things into her ear, I began touching her pussy again, and pinching her nipples again.
Sophia responded with a gasp. “Please, just fuck me!” she pleaded.
I licked her ear and backed off on her pussy a touch. “No, not until you tell me what you want me to do to you.” She whimpered and tried to twist out of my grasp, to get in bed, but I held her tight. “Do you want me to lick your pussy? Do you like that?” I gave her clit a vigorous rub for a second.
She barely stifled a scream and then nodded. “Yes!”
“Do you swallow?”
It took her a second to understand me, and her eyes opened wide, but she nodded, and whispered, “Yes, sometimes.”
“I’m going to want you to swallow. I’m going to make you swallow.” If anything, the idea of force seemed to excite her. She nodded and flushed at the thought. “Then I’m going to use you. I will make you do things, nasty things. I’m going to touch you and kiss you and make you do things. You want to be nasty for me, don’t you, Sophia?”
Again, she blushed, but she nodded and whispered haltingly, “Yes.”
“You’re so much of a lady, Sophia, but you’re also a whore.” I fingerfucked her hard as I said this. “The only difference is what room you’re in at the time. Now you’re in the bedroom, so you’re going to be my whore for the night, aren’t you?”
Another flood of pussy juice greeted my fingers and her back arched as she came. It was a silent cry of orgasm, and I kept up my torture until I didn’t think she could handle it anymore.
It was time for the bed. I put my hands on her waist and lifted Sophia up, and she got the idea and climbed to her feet. I stood up myself and faced her. Her robe was already hanging around her waist, loose off her shoulders, so I pushed it down and let it slip to the floor.
Sophia was looking nervous as she stood there in her thigh top stockings and black stilettos, but I simply smiled and licked my lips in anticipation. Despite having five children, including a pair of twins, she was in excellent shape, with large and proud breasts, wide set hips and a soft but not saggy rear, and the slightest hint of a womanly belly, which I found quite intriguing. She had a few stretch marks, but nothing I hadn’t seen on Marilyn, and Sophia was very enticing.
I stood facing her and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I was in good shape. I had managed to keep up with my running and some weight training since I got to college, although my aikido training had suffered. While there was a karate club at the school, that was it for martial arts, and I had been too busy to find a new dojo. I had managed to earn my black belt right before high school graduation, but I knew I was sliding backwards. Anyway, Sophia seemed to like what she saw as I opened my shirt and took it off. I tossed it aside and moved closer.
“Sit on the bed,” I ordered. She looked confused, but I put my hands on her waist and pushed her back against the bed, and her legs automatically buckled, and she sank down onto the bed. Now, with her face at my waist level, Sophia began to undo my pants, but I surprised her when I took her hands in mine and stopped her. “Not yet.” I knelt down at her feet and put my hands on her knees, to spread her legs apart. I smiled as I stared at her pussy, neatly framed by trim auburn coils.
“Oh,” she commented, as she understood what I had in mind. I pushed her back down on the bed and put my face to her pussy. She was very wet and very warm, and her juice was almost pungently fragrant. I teased her by licking the edges of her pussy lips, which elicited a tiny squeal from her, but then I started licking her clitoris. Sophia’s back arched as she gasped with pleasure. Her entire body seemed to go rigid, but then as I continued licking her pussy, she tried to hump her cunt up into my face, and her hands were grabbing the back of my head and trying to force me deeper. Soft animal mewing was coming out of her, and it was all I could do to keep her from suffocating me. Wouldn’t that be a hell of an autopsy!
After another few minutes, Sophia suddenly gasped and whined, her entire body went rigid, and a flood of warm wetness surged onto my face. I had often heard of women like this, but I had always considered them a myth - the squirter! Apparently, it was true that some women could ejaculate. Sophia made the concept of the ‘wet spot’ more of a ‘drenched spot.’ At that point I backed off slightly and allowed her to relax.
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