Lyta stumbled out into the street, a little bit drunk, a little bit giddy and hell of a lot horny.
She'd spent several hours at the Halloween party, enjoying her newly single status. Flirting with men, enjoying their looks at her slender legs and revealing costume, thinking about what fantasies were going in their heads while they talked to her. But she wasn't going to fool around with them. They were cute, but they were young. They were dudes. She had no real desire to spend the night with an amateur fumbling around with her in the dark as she tried to will his attention to her clit. It had been weeks since the last time she'd had sex. She needed to be with someone who knew her body.
She took out her phone and scrolled through the numbers as she walked down the street, her heels clicking on the pavement. She hadn't actually slept with that many guys and was on speaking terms with few of those. She briefly considered her recently ex-boyfriend but decided against it. Too much baggage for now. She considered one or two other exes but they weren't quite what she was needing right now. And then she scrolled across Hugh.
Hugh. That was the one. She dialed.
"Hello Lyta," said a deep sleepy voice.
"Oh, Hi," she said, her voice automatically rising an octave. ""You doing anything? Or maybe anyone?"
"No," replied the sleepy voice. "Just sleeping off a long shift."
"Oh well, I don't want to bother you," she said, grinning in the dark street. "I should let you get some rest."
"Oh, I can work you into my busy schedule, I'm sure. Why don't you come over?"
"Oh, I'm coming," she said with a slight giggle. She checked the street sign. She was only three blocks away.
"You will be," he said and hung up.
Lyta couldn't help but smile as she turned down his street. She could never forget how she'd met him. It was the sluttiest thing she'd ever done in her life. She'd broken up with a boyfriend who was terrible in bed and drunkenly confessed to Heather, her best friend, that what she really needed was a proper fucking. Heather had mentioned Hugh and told her he'd be at a party that weekend.
"He's... just what you need," Heather has said with an enigmatic grin.
She'd gone there in a skirt the barely covered her ass and her sexiest underwear. When Heather had introduced them, she was surprised. Hugh was decent-looking, a man who wasn't endowed with great looks but took care of himself. He was unassuming, polite, respectful. Even in her tiny skirt, he looked her in the eye when he spoke to her and was genuinely interested in her as a person. It was only when Heather mentioned it that she discovered that he was a medical student; possibly the first time a medical student had not told her he was one within the first five minutes of meeting her.
He absolutely did not have the bearing of a player.
"Are you sure about this," she'd asked Heather while Hugh was getting them drinks. "He just seems... so nice."
"I think you'll find out how nice he is. He can't take his eyes off you."
She'd gone home with him, more out of curiosity than genuine interest. Even on the way home, the most he did was gently take her hand. But as much as he'd been a Dr. Jekyll at the party, he was Mr. Hyde when the light were out. She'd initiated a kiss when they'd gotten into his apartment. And he was on her with an intensity that was unreal. She'd never orgasmed with a man the first time before, but within fifteen minutes, he'd had her up against the door, her skirt raised, devouring her pussy to a searing climax. Then in the bedroom, he'd gone all night, plowing the stunned girl into near unconsciousness with the most massive cock she'd ever seen. She'd slept like a rock the next day and her poor pussy was sore for a couple of days afterward. But it was far and away the best sex she'd ever had.
In the 18 months since then, she'd made a few more booty calls to him. She usually wasn't in the mood for such intense sex. But once every couple of months, she felt a sudden deep need to be fucked to total sexual exhaustion, to be used until she wasn't sure what month she was in.
Tonight was one of those times.
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Hugh lay on his couch, reading a book and waiting for the distinctive click-clack of Lyta's heels. He had been deep asleep when she'd called but just seeing her number on his phone had rendered him wide awake. He couldn't concentrate on the book, reading the same page over and over. Because all he could think about was what he was going to do to her when she arrived.
It had been an unexpected pleasure when Lyta had hit on him at the party. He had noticed her even before she'd spoken to him. She was hard to miss with her pretty face, big brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. And her skimpy outfit had emphasized her tall slender frame, her curvy hips, her tiny waist and perky breasts.
He didn't really have a type, per se. But he never imagined being so viscerally drawn to someone. And when she'd spoken to him, when she'd flirted with him, when she'd walked home with him, hanging onto his arm and laughing at his jokes. When the tentative kiss in the doorway had devolved into an intense snog. When she had responded to his sometimes problematic size not with fear but enthusiasm and ridden him all night. It had been the most incredible sexual night of his life.
He'd been sad when she left the next day without even leaving her number. But two months later, she'd called him. And it had been a semi-regular thing since then. Once every couple of months, she'd come over and they'd make the paint peel off the walls.
There was just... something about her. Hugh was always very into sex but with Lyta it was wild. He hadn't been with that many women, partially because some were intimidated by his size. But Lyta -- whose slender figure didn't look like it could take such a big organ -- took all of him easily. She could go all night instead of tapping out after one round. She came like crazy for him. And he just loved the contrast between her slim college girl figure and his big cock. He loved the look she got on her face when he entered her -- surprise, trepidation, surrender and then a growing confidence and enjoyment.
He heard the click of her heels on the pavement outside. And his cock got even harder.
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Lyta hesitated a bit. There was still time to turn away. But then the pressing need in her belly made itself felt. She knocked on the door and heard his voice telling her to come in. The door was unlocked.
He was sprawled on the couch, reading a book. He didn't even bother to look up as she entered. But there was no hiding the huge erection that was already straining his boxer shorts.
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" she said. "I can always leave if you're busy."
He closed the book and put it down. His eyes locked on her. Just that look let her know she'd made the right choice. It was almost cute the way he was trying to act casual while devouring her with his eyes. Her little nurse's outfit had gotten her plenty of stares at the Halloween party. Now it was taunting her sometimes lover into wanting to rip it off and take her right there in the open doorway for everyone to see.
"Come over here," he said. The certainty in his voice almost made her cum in her panties.
She locked the door emphatically, put her purse on the table and walked over. He pulled her on top of him and they kissed. At first, just a quick peck. But in moments, they were passionately kissing like they hadn't seen each other in years. She moaned and climbed atop him, the short skirt of the outfit sliding up her hips, her pussy resting against the thick hose of his cock. His hands started at her face, worked their way down to her hips and squeezed. She broke the kiss.
"You are the best kisser I've ever met," she moaned. "I could cum just from this."
"Then cum," he said. "I won't mind. We have all night."
She began grinding her needy pussy against him as he continued to kiss and grope her. His hands were everywhere, squeezing her perfect ass, tracing the curve from her hips to her tiny waist, kneading her B-cup breasts. One of the things she loved about being with him was that every part of her body seemed to turn him on. He groped her like he didn't have enough hands. He pulled open the buttons of her nurse's outfit, exposing her bra-clad breasts. He unhooked the lacy white bra and reached in, grasping the firm mounds, pressing her nipples. Lyta felt like she was about to explode. All that night's flirting was coming out at once.
Hugh's cock felt like it was made of granite. There seemed to be no in-between with this girl. Either they were amicably chatting or they were going at it like animals. He could feel the damp heat of her pussy through the layers of clothing. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, her breasts swelling with each deep breath. And they never stopped kissing. He loved the taste of her, this time accented with a little bit of wine from the party.
