*This is my first story- loosely based off of last night's events. I would like to have constructive criticism, but please go easy on me!
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Recently, I attended a geology field trip to study the formation of a nearby mountain range. We had the department's current guest, an Iraqi professor; join us for the weekend adventure. As the group was small, we had no formal introduction. He was young, stood at almost 6 feet and well built. His features were handsome and dark; he had sharp, piercing eyes and well trimmed facial hair.
I casually introduced myself to him, and we easily fell into a broken English conversation of politics and rock samples.
The weather was hot and sticky; I wore shorts that revealed my thick sculpted legs. Once a source of embarrassment, my legs are now one of my best assets- my calves bulge and my thighs are powerful from hiking, cycling and running. As they glistened with sweat, I could feel the professor's eyes taking them in as he hiked behind me.
I am 22 and at 5'3" and 110 lbs, my body is lean and athletic. My breasts are small and perky, like halved oranges. I am thin around the middle and carry most of my weight in my hips and thighs. I am half Japanese and half Caucasian with an exotic mixed brown hair and green eyed look.
That night, we were not able to find an open campsite. We set up camp in a small town's local park. After dinner everybody headed down to the local tavern for a beer. The dim, friendly atmosphere eased our conversation into more personal stories. We spoke of sexuality and cultural differences. It was his first time out of the Middle East. He was intrigued by my young marriage to an American soldier and asked me intimate details. As we walked back to the park, he gripped my waist tightly to steady my walk.
After the trip, I invited him to dinner at my lonesome apartment (my husband is gone for military training). The night was dark and cool. We stretched our legs afterwards by hiking a nearby butte.
My flashlight was weak and there was no moon to guide us through the winding forested trail. We stumbled quite a bit before he grabbed me around my waist again. This time he let his fingers draw circles around my exposed flesh. An hour later, we made it to the summit. It was shrouded with fog and we were in complete privacy. We sat close to stay warm. It began to rain and we headed down the butte. Towards the bottom, we took a shortcut through an open meadow. The grass was high and soaked my pants. He surprised me by throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and jogged to the other side. His hands were grasped around my thighs and I felt my pussy dampen with excitement at having his touch so close! Once we reached the parking lot, he ran his fingers through my hair and whispered compliments to me.
He invited me into his luxurious dorm room (it was definitely made for visitors). Books and papers littered his room. He showed me his thick leather bound thesis and gave me the summary. As we fell into the student-professor roles, my crotch was dripping with excitement. We lay comfortably on his bed and I found myself unable to pay attention to his words after only a few minutes.
He put his arm around me and drew me close so that my head rested on his shoulder. In a soft voice he asked me if I would like to stay the night with him. I didn't have to answer- his lips found mine, his hands explored my torso, and his hard cock strained against his pants.
Sweaty and musky, we peeled each other's layers off until the flesh of our hot bodies were pressed together.
