Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences.
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This one started about four or five weeks after my first set of stories ended. And, if you've read my earlier tale(s) you will know that it took place my stories are from a time in my life about 7 years ago -- when I was just turning 21 and still attending university (UBC in Vancouver, Canada). At that point in my life I was still living in the sharing a room at UBC dorms at Thunderbird Park with my roommate Cheryl.
Although I have since become a high school teacher, my initial interests at university had been in architecture and interior design, and it was one of my design class assignments which initiated this adventure.
For those who haven't already read my stories, (or have already forgotten from the overload you get from pouring through the thousands of other stories on this site) a little about myself...
I'm the classic 'medium-height-curly-blonde-haired-blue-eyed-cutie' that guys like to dream of (or so my guy likes to tell me). I'm 5'6, and back then I was quite athletic, with the hard body to match (I still keep myself in pretty good shape today -- but back then between running, soccer and volleyball I was in great shape). For the tit-men out there, I have 34B cup breasts with puffy brownish-pink nipples whose nubs seem to love poking out like hard little pencil erasers with the least amount of provocation. I've always kept my bush either very neatly trimmed, or shaved completely, and ever since my first oral encounter, I've kept my lips shaved bald. I'm told I have a nice ass -- though I've always though it was a bit too round, but what do I know. Oh, and I love sunbathing (nude, of course), I tan fairly easily (with SPF 10 applied liberally), and I keep my summer tan well into the fall too.
So enough about me -- on to my encounter with a few perfect strangers...
It had been about five weeks since I first began exploring my new-found sexuality. Although Keith (who was now my 'sort-of' boyfriend), and I had enjoyed a couple of great nights of love-making, and Cheryl and I continued to spend our weekday evenings sharing each other in our dorm room, I had not really done any further exploring with anyone else. Although I must admit I had done a little teasing around the campus, in some fairly skimpy clothing, I hadn't let it go anywhere. And I had made a few more afternoon trips to Wreck in September too -- but by October, nude sunbathing was over...
Although the weather in Vancouver can be quite fickle -- sunny but cool, or warm and wet the biggest reason I hadn't done much of anything was the typical student dilemma of juggling a part-time evening job, maintaining a 'B' average in every class (in order to hang on to my scholarship), sleeping and still having a social life. It was the social life which lost out every time.
I wasn't that I didn't have the need to do a little partying though -- indeed, I was aching to try something new or different. Several times, when I was alone in my dorm room, (when Cher was at work, or in class, and I was supposed to be studying) I found myself surfing the web gawking at nude pictures, reading about other's sexual adventures and getting myself off with the 'toy' Cher and I had bought for ourselves.
Thursday's were a quiet day for classes for me -- only one class in the morning and then the rest of the day off. So, although I dreaded the additional workload of the assignment, a part of me was glad when the week before, our professor had given us a research assignment to do instead of spending this Thursday morning in class. The assignment was to study a local architect's work, and then provide both photographic evidence and an essay describing why his/her work was unique in some way. My choice had been simple -- I deeply admire Arthur Erickson's Vancouver Courthouse building for its wonderful use of natural light, glass and concrete and so decided to make this my project. The courthouse building is in the middle of the downtown core -- and because of the plentiful sitting areas, and glassed in sitting area it is also a favorite area for quite a few business people and secretaries to spend their lunch hour. By the time Thursday morning had rolled around, I had already written my essay and the only thing left was the pictorial portion.
Ever since we had become lovers, Cher and I had slept 'spoon fashion' together in my narrow twin bed. As soon as the alarm sounded she rolled over and out of my arms after a sleepy kiss good morning. I knew she had a busy day ahead of her with classes early and all morning, then another later in the afternoon and then, on top of that, she had to work that night until 9PM at one of the local Starbuck's near campus.
Although I was still a little sleepy (we had spent much of the previous evening in a very enjoyable 69 position, tasting, teasing and bringing each other to a series of wonderful climaxes) I was still delighted when she pulled the curtains open to reveal a glorious Fall morning. Although the forecast had been for warmer than normal temperatures, and sunny skies right through the weekend, in Vancouver you never really know until you pull open the drapes. Today, it looked like I wasn't going to be disappointed.
The brilliant October sunshine light up the room, and served to remind me why I loved sleeping with Cheryl. Cheryl has a stunning body, her delicate facial features olive skin and black hair a reminder of her Southeast Asian father, and her gorgeous trim, but full body a reminder of her Caucasian mother.
The light reflected off of her, and I drew my breath in at the sight of her -- that she gave herself to me fully to enjoy as I pleased, and that she sexually pleased me equally in return was (is, and remains to me) a blessing.
She turned from the drapes and returned to the bedside, bending down she kissed me fully on the lips and I allowed my hands to roam over the soft smooth skin of her full breast. Her nipples popped to attention at my touch, (as I knew they would), and her tongue snaked into my mouth. I knew if I slid my hand down to her mound it would be wet, and I also knew I would make her late for class. She must have read my mind, because she withdrew from my reach at almost the same time, slightly breathless and flushed, "Damn, I'd love to spend the day with Katie, but I can't...".
"I know Cher, but don't forget to hurry home."
With that she playfully slapped by bare butt a little harder than normal and then turned away. She grabbed her robe from the hook she hung it on, slung it on quickly, and then grabbed her toiletry bag and towel and headed for the showers down the hall from our dorm room.
I stretched in bed luxuriously, arching my back while simultaneously putting my hands over my head and bracing my feet against the end. Although my ass still tingled from her slap, I was a little surprised by the different kind of tingle that I felt in my pussy from the slap. Our brief but sexy kiss had already dampened me, but I felt a distinct rush of pleasure the moment I felt Cher's had on my backside...
I slid my hand down to my pussy, and touched my clit with my forefinger. I closed and indulged in my latest fantasy, doing this same act in front of a crowd of people. Ever since Keith had gotten me off in a local pub, while (unannounced to me until afterwards) a waitress had watched, I had found myself imagining the same scenario in dozens of different settings. On a beach, at a park, on a bus, in a bar -- you name it I had fantasized about it. It didn't take long for my fingers to hit the required rhythm, and I found myself shaking in self induced orgasmic pleasure.
I was in the middle of bringing myself to yet another peak when Cheryl returned from the shower. I heard the door open and close, but I never paused for a second, instead I imagined Cheryl had brought someone with her... I squealed and shook with pleasure as a lightening bolt of pleasure ripped through me. Finally, I opened my eyes, to see Cheryl standing there, gaping, laughing lightly and shaking her head. "Katie, you are unbelievable!" she said smiling, "Now I get to spend the rest of the day remembering your gorgeous little pussy wet and wide open and your body shaking wildly while you make yourself cum. I am going to be wet all day now, you little shit!"
As she was talking, she disrobed in front of me -- her body gloriously free of any hair, her pouting pussy lips a mere arms length from me. I rolled over on my side and watched her get dressed -- she did so slowly, making sure she when she sat on the computer chair she spread her legs open to me. Her lips parted and the glistening wetness deep within her revealed itself to me. I took pleasure in knowing I had turned her so quickly and completely.
As soon as she was out the door, I rolled out of bed myself. Instead of wearing my heavier robe to the shower, I slipped on a light, pale yellow silk one which Keith had bought for me as a gift after our weekend with him and the guys. The show-off in me loved it, as it barely came to my ass and clung to my body revealing every curve and bump.
I loosely tied it around my waist with the broad shiny sash it came with, allowing it to remain open in a deep V all the way down to a few inches above my navel. I grabbed my shower toiletries and as I was feeling particularly naughty today already, I 'accidentally, on purpose' forgot my towel. I felt giddy just thinking about showing myself off to another dorm resident.
The shower stalls were a little busy this morning -- with only one open when I got there.
I immediately stepped in, pulled the privacy drape three quarters closed, slipped off my robe and turned on the shower. I let the hot spray soak me down. Sitting down on the built-in bench in the shower, I got out my shaving equipment and set to work on my legs and then my pussy making sure of two things: One, that as often as I could I kept glancing out the gap in the shower stall curtain (to see if anybody was trying to sneak a peek); and two, that I shaved my entire mound and lips completely smooth.
Sure enough, as I finished I glanced up through the shower mist through the gap and into one of the mirrors' above the sinks (opposite the showers), just in time to catch the eye of a ginger-blonde, who appeared to sneaking a peek at my body. I pretended not to notice her watching, and instead stood and set about washing my hair. Finally done, I turned off the water, and then stepped out of the shower to the cramped dressing area immediately inside the curtain.
Without a towel, I feigned surprise with a curse, "Damn!'. Almost immediately, I hear the blonde outside offer a "What's the matter?"
I had intentionally already slipped the robe over my shoulders, and in my wetness it was rapidly becoming completely transparent. Rivulets of water coursing from my wet hair only increased this condition and I felt my usual sexual rush starting from the thought of exposing myself -- even if it was just in a shower room.
