A few weeks after the incident with Chloe at the business convention I was asked by Sarah Johnson to accompany her and Gwen Stephens to gymnastics meet at the state university. Her daughter, Angie, was on scholarship there. As usual my husband, Steve, was on a business trip and our two sons were away at a weekend football camp. With nothing else to do, I agreed to go with them.
It was about an hour's drive and we chatted away the time. As usual they expressed boredom in their marriages and that they were both sexually frustrated. They envied me and my situation. Both felt that they would like to experience the freedom of their husbands being away for periods of time. They wanted the very same freedom that I was experiencing.
I really do have the perfect life but I only wish that I could squeeze in a little more sexual activity. I would like to do both of these attractive women, put a little spice in their sex lives, but as I have said before, they live to close to home. I have to seize the moment when it presents itself. I need a sexual interlude that does not threaten my marriage or lifestyle.
We arrived on campus and were met by Angie and one of her friends, a girl named Marilyn. Angie was her usual, cheerful, bouncy self and we exchanged several guilty, if not, lustful glances. Marilyn, on the other hand, was quiet. After the introductions she didn't say much and kind of hung in the background. Marilyn wore very little, if any, make up and her dark hair was pulled back in a bun. Her thick sweater and dress fit loosely and appeared to be too large for her. She also wore rather large, horn rimmed glasses and appeared to be what kids now call, a complete nerd.
As the morning wore on we watched the gymnastic competition. Angie was very good. In fact, she was outstanding and won the two events that we watched. As she worked her fine little body and her muscles rippled I could remember licking her cum filled pussy and I even experienced a small orgasm. Beneath my skirt, I could feel the juices soaking my own panties. Well, they were actually Jill's. The ones with the lime green stripes. I have taken to wearing my love trophies, panties, as often as possible.
When it came time for lunch everyone wanted to go somewhere to eat. I was tired and since I never eat lunch anyway, I said, "If it's alright with the rest of you I'll just find a place to rest?"
"I'd like to rest for a while myself." volunteered Marilyn. Those were the first words she had spoken since the introduction. "You can come with me to my room. It's not far from here."
I looked at the frumpy girl and replied, "Thank you. I'd like that."
"The competition starts again at one o'clock." Sarah injected. "It's eleven thirty now, so we'll see ya'll then." We walked to her room, which was in a co-ed dormitory, and was only about ten minutes away. As we walked I asked, "What is your major? Her response in a low, somewhat monotone voice was, "I'm a psychology major."
"Do you make good grades?" was my next question and, not surprisingly, she answered, "Straight A's." Since it appears that I was going to have to initiate any conversation between us, I continued, "What is your classification?"
"I'm a second semester junior." Was her reply, and that ended our conversation as we reached the dormitory. It was a nice, older building and her room was on the third floor, number 363.
As we entered she said, "You can just sit or lay where you want and relax. Make yourself comfortable. I am going to change my clothing." There was only a desk with a straight back chair, a bed, and one large comfortable looking chair in the room. I chose the chair and as I sat down, Marilyn pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the bed. Under it, she was wearing a revealing, loose fitting, red blouse that clung to her surprisingly large breasts. She then pulled down her loose fitting skirt and dropped it to the floor. Under it she wore a red skirt that matched the blouse, and reached to just above the knees of her elegant, well shaped, long legs. I was taken aback and my jaw must have dropped to the floor. She looked into my eyes and saw the lust there.
Stunned, I watched her walk into the bathroom and close the door. I heard water running and in a few minutes she opened the door and walked toward the bed. Gone were the glasses and the bun. Her straight, dark hair hung down to her shoulders, she had colored her cheeks, and put on a little lipstick. Marilyn was beautiful and I wanted her badly.
She plopped down on the edge of the bed, skirt hiked up, with her legs spread wide. Between her long, lean thighs I could see that she also wore red panties. Around the edges dark, pussy hair peeked out. I was suddenly mesmerized as I took in the beauty of this lovely creature and I began to salivate.
I was startled when she asked, "Do you want to lick my pussy?"
I hesitated, but only for a little while, before managing, "Yes.... Yes I do!"
"Lock the door." She directed and added, "We don't have much time. Let's make the most of it."
I stood up and awkwardly, took the few steps to the door, locked it, and turned around. Marilyn had removed her skirt and panties, and with her hands, had pulled her legs up to her shoulders, completely revealing her beautiful, hairy, dripping pussy. Her red panties had caught on her right knee, and hung there, dangling near her face. God! It was an erotic sight.
Without moving, I asked, "How did you know I would do this?"
"I saw the way that you looked at the other women." She replied. "I read your thoughts through your eyes. I know I didn't look attractive but you never looked at me. Never judge a book by its cover. This is going to be the best pussy you ever had. Stop wasting time. Come now.... Come eat my tight, young pussy"
I love spontaneous, unexpected sex. It is always the best, so I moved forward, dropped to my knees, and without hesitation, buried my entire face into her wide spread pussy. "Ooooh Yees! Marilyn exclaimed. "That's it! Put your whole, beautiful face in my pussy. It's been a long time pretty baby. Lick...me...good!
