During my 2nd year at Uni in the late 1980's, i came across a rather attractive 1st year girl who I eventually managed to chat up in the SU Bar. Her name was Fiona, and she was doing business and finance, and her parents lived on a farm in Leicestershire. She always seemed nicely dressed, had a great figure, and a fun and flirty personality,
Since I had always lived in villages and the countryside, we had a bit in common, so i chatted her up whenever ai saw her. after a few conversations, I plucked up courage to ask her if she was going to the Christmas Ball in a few weeks time, she said she was looking forward it, and was going shopping for a new dress that weekend. I then decided to go for it and asked her if she'd like to go with me...then the killer blow...her boyfriend was driving over for it and she would be going with him! Bugger, the "boyfriend from home" curveball scuppered my plans. I licked my wounds and moved on, saw her around the campus and said hi a few times and imagined what the boyfriend was like - probably some wealthy farmer, with a posh car!
The night of the Ball arrived and my housemates and I were heading for a boozy night and whatever opportunities may arise among the lively female student population. We looked the part in our DJ's and the girls looked very different in a selection of generally sexy dresses and heels as opposed to jeans and sweatshirts. Quite a few caught our eyes thanks to the transformation that a dress, heels and makeup made. It was probably a good night to potentially get laid.
There was a fair drop of alcohol consumed and by around 10 o clock the party was swinging. I made my way to the smaller bar upstairs near the dance area and who was there in a very sexy navy blue strapless dress, but Fiona. i looked across and she was leant against the wall chatting to a guy, who was obviously "the boyfriend from home". I said hi, exchanged a few pleasantries and made my excuses to go and queue at the bar. I got to the bar at last, and found Fiona beside me... "are you buying me a drink then?" The cheeky mare...I looked a little bemused and said "Isn't Hooray Henry buying your drinks?" "Who's Hooray Henry?" She replied. "Your boyfriend, over there!" She looked at me and said "God no, that's not my boyfriend, that's Neil off my course, he's sweet enough and a bit shy, I was just keeping him company!" "So where is your boyfriend?" I asked. "Sore point...no point beating around the bush, he was supposed to be driving over, I called him Wednesday night as usual and the bastard said he had stuff on this weekend so couldn't come over, we had a row, and he basically dumped me!"
I had to stop myself from looking too happy with the news, and managed to look serious and say "What a bastard, he doesn't deserve you!" She went on to say she was really upset, and had decided not to go to the Ball, but the girls in her halls insisted, and they'd ended up having a pamper session with champagne, and convinced her to come and have a boozy night and dance, rather than sit in her room crying! I bought her a drink, then we had another, and she definitely cheered right up. We ended up dancing in among the crowd and by around midnight, my jacket and black tie was off and she said her feet were killing her and that she was going to head to bed.
I was about to try and persuade her to stay longer, when she said, "Aren't you going to offer to walk me back to my room? The night suddenly got a whole lot better and we made our way the short distance across the grounds to her hall. We chatted and laughed, but I was unsure whether I was going to get the "goodnight and thank you for cheering me up" peck on the cheek any minute. Instead she said "coffee?" Despite not actually liking coffee at that stage, I said "Great!"
We got into her room and it was the first time I saw her in proper light. "That dress is stunning" She laughed and gave a twirl and said "I love it, it wasn't cheap, but mummy paid, but then I went shopping on my own last weekend and bought all new lingerie and stockings for that bastards benefit and then got dumped!" Her words made my ears prick up and my cock stir. Our eyes met and I thought "fuck it" and moved in to kiss her. I was planning for a slow sensual seduction, but the first kiss became so full on, I realised it was game on. As i pushed her back against her desk, and kissed her neck, she held my head and whispered in my ear "I want you to fuck me, in my new dress" I kissed her then whispered in her ear as I kissed her neck "Is that what mummy had in mind when she bought it I wonder" She replied "Probably not..... and mummy would probably prefer it if I was wearing sensible knickers and tights, not a lacy thong and stockings!" I moved my lips down over her chest and being strapless I was able to kiss her breasts, lovely firm 32C's at a guess, and a gentle tug saw a nipple exposed, already erect and begging to be sucked.
She leant back and moaned encouragingly as I started sucking her nipple, the occasional word of encouragement and instruction to "suck harder". Her dress was above the knee and flared out, so my hand found its way under it and I ran my fingertips over her sheer black stockinged legs and up to the bare skin above the lacy tops and suspender clips. I had a thing about stockings from my early teens thanks to a crush on my uncles sexy young stocking clad wife. She was subject to an incredible number of teenage wank sessions and my occasional sleepovers at their house, sent my hormones into overdrive, especially when I was left home alone occasionally! Running my hand up Fiona's legs felt incredibly horny, the sheer nylon, the lacy top, the bare skin and then the heavenly sensation of reaching her lace covered pussy. I slipped my fingers inside and felt her trimmed pubic hair, already damp with her juices. My finger found her clitoris and she gasped "just finger me" - an order I was happy to oblige to... I slipped a finger inside, she was lovely and wet, and tight. I finger fucked her as I sucked her nipple and sensed she was going to cum. This was amazing, I had been with a number of girls since starting my adventures, some came, some didn't...but of those that did, non came as quickly as Fiona did that night. She was clearly a very horny girl and I could not wait to get my cock inside her.
She leant forward and we kissed some more and she soon had my trousers undone and my cock out. She ran her manicured fingernails over it and it was soon rock hard...oh to be 20 again...She then crouched and took me in her mouth...Wow...without any suggestion and request from me, she was soon sucking and licking my knob and massaging my shaft and balls. I moaned with pleasure and told her how amazing it felt. She stopped and looked up, and said "Good...I aim to please...but don't you dare cum in my mouth or I'll twist your balls off!" I assured her that I would not, despite the fact that she could have easily got me to that point very quickly! She then stopped sucking, stood up and leant back on the bed and hitched her dress up, fully revealing her near transparent thong and sexy suspender belt and sheer stockings, her heels still on, she clearly was ready for my cock! I stripped off and she lay back and spread her legs apart.
I reached to get a condom from my wallet, an earlier purchase from the vending machine, and she looked up and said "I'm on the pill, before she pulled her thong aside and guided my cock inside her, gasping as my nice thick chaft entered her lovely tight pussy. That was the moment...when after weeks of subtle groundwork and imagining fucking Fiona...I finally had my cock inside her...and it was every bit as hot and horny as I"d imagined...
The following weeks and months saw us become an 'item' but it was pretty relaxed and with great sex...and a LOT of sex! her single bed saw action at night, in the early mornings and frequently at lunchtimes. Free afternoons were regularly spent in bed and she rarely declined my advances which was pretty awesome.
After a few weeks she was invited to a friends 21st birthday bash at home and asked me to go with her. It would mean meeting the parents and she told me they were rather reserved and that we would most definitely not be sharing a room! i agreed to go and we made our way over to her parents farm in her car on the friday night. we arrived in time for a meal and I was shown to my room. Fiona said we were going out to meet one of her school friends for a drink later. she went and changed into a skirt and top and boots.