It's not how I envisioned my Thursday evening. I was heading to my room after eating dinner, and as soon as I came around the corner, I saw her in the hallway. She was knocking on my door. I'm in a coed dorm, so girls and guys live in every other room. It was what she was wearing that caught my attention. She hadn't seen me yet, so I kept marveling as I drew closer. She lived in another dorm, but she was standing at my door in a heavy white cotton bathrobe and teal or mint crocs. I'd gotten a call from her earlier and she said she'd wanted to talk with me, in person and I'd given her my schedule, dorm and room number. She'd been a little aloof on the call, which is why I wasn't entirely surprised to see her at my door, but again what's with the robe?
"Hey... Kistacia, right?" I called, admiring her dark skin contrasting with the robe and her black hair pulled tight in a scrunchie, with a ponytail falling midway down her back. "Oh dear god," I thought as she turned and flashed a smile that nearly made me forget how to walk.
"That's Tassy, to you." She grinned turning toward me, "I need to talk with you about the other day." Her face twisted in agony as she first began walking, then hesitated, biting her lower lip.
I closed the gap, "Ya mean the best day of my life, the other day?!" I grinned, giving her the once over head to feet and back up. "How's the ankle doing?" (You may want to read my story the Lifeguard's Office, it introduces the characters and explains a couple of references. Oh, and I changed Tina's name to Tassy for this one. I like it better than Tina, but it's the same character) I was standing well within her personal space, admiring her beautiful white teeth, inhaling her perfume or shampoo, it smelled really good, and looking at the twist of her smile and how her lips moved as she began to talk.
"Huh." She sighed with a look of cunning, verging on approval/disapproval, I didn't know what to make of it. Glancing down, at her hands fidgeting with her robe's belt, "I need your help." She uttered with a breath and decreasing volume, causing me to lean in closer to hear. "I gotta show you." She added, breathlessly, glancing around the hall, then tugging the bow undone. I watched in fascination as her fingertips slid inside the lapels of her robe, then pulling back the fabric, undoing the remainder of the knot in the belt and exposing her magnificent collar bone, followed by everything else, as her only cover slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.
"Ohh fuuuuck!" I growled, taking my turn to glance up and down the hall, then appraising what I already knew to be perfection. To my surprise, she'd shaved all her pubic hair, but that wasn't an issue for me.
Turning and stepping over her robe, she pressed her upper body against the cold painted cinder block wall. On tiptoes, flexing her calves with her feet barely in her crocs and more than shoulder width apart, she arched back, pushing her ass out and the right side of her face against the wall, through heavily lidded eyes, she wailed softly, "Do you see my problem?" as she spread her ass cheeks apart.
"Problem?!!" I wondered, taking in her lithe body. I was searching fast. "My god, her slender ankles to muscular calves impressed me. The defined muscles in her back and shoulders dazzled me as well.
My eyes feasted on her very narrow waist to her fabulously flared hips. Her ass was just so muscular, and an upside down heart. A pink gemstone heart was covering her tight little asshole. "Is it stuck? Do I need to get it out?" I mean what other problem could there be? She said "problem" and all I could see was an undeniable invitation.
She laughed opening her eyes more to see me, "Below my asshole."
"Ok... is a toy stuck up inside your wet hot little pussy?" I queried into her ear, believing that surely I'd discovered the problem. Coming alongside her, my left hand cupped the farthest breast, with my arm lifting the closest as my other hand ran down her crack, resting with the base of my thumb pushing against the plug, with the tips of three fingers spreading her hot wet lips and questing inside her cunnie.
Tassy gasped, "Nooo, that's the problem. There's nothing inside my pussy. Since the other day, I've been so turned on, I've been trying everything." With a level of self loathing I immediately recognized, Tassy confessed, "I've been masturbating nonstop, trying anything to achieve the level of... satisfaction... I've cum so many times, and it feels so good, but an hour later, it doesn't even have to be an hour. I start thinking of how exciting it was the other day and I can't get there. You've gotta help me?"
I was intrigued, challenged, and throbbing, like the tip of my dick was going to explode. She was up against the wall, naked, with her back arched. I was playing with her titties, the butt plug, which was the first I'd ever seen, and sliding two fingers all the way in her wet, and slightly gaping pussy. "Like this?" I asked feeling smug.
She closed her eyes smiling, "Mmmm, better. Can you feel how wet I am? I bet your hard dick would slide right in. That's what I really need." She smiled, adding, "I need your dick." And with a whine, "Pounding me with all your strength. Will you fuck me like that?"
"Oh fuck!" I groaned, marveling as I watched her tight little hole grip the round section of the plug, by the neck as I pulled it, only to watch it get sucked back in, again, "Oh fuck, that's so hots," I breathed into her ear, biting her lobe and fingering her sweet pussy. My fingers were slick with her nectar and I brought them to my lips tasting her honey as she watched. With a grin, I moved my fingertips to her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as my fingers disappeared. "You've been masturbating, thinking about the other day at the pool?" I queried incredulously.
