I am not sure what motivated me. Was I just sick of guys my age? After all, they were immature. And especially, so I have been told, sexually immature. As a sophomore in college, I had only slept with four guys. Well, that is been fucked by four guys, I have fooled around with many others. In that time though I had never had a guy bring me to orgasm. Take a typical night with the last guy I fucked, Johnnie. We went out had a nice dinner and then went back to one of our apartments. Johnnie tried every time break the Guinness world book of records forgetting our clothes off. Maybe five minutes of foreplay, and then all he wanted was to be inside me. Sometimes I could slow him down with a blow job, but usually he just wanted to fuck. He fucked like a bunny, quick jerky motions and usually he came in minutes. Once, just to spice things up, I tried putting on his condom. He came as soon as I got it on him. As soon as Johnnie left or as soon as I got back to my apartment, I found myself alone with my vibrator finally taking care of my needs.
Maybe it was jealousy. My sister Liz is four years older than me. Liz and I share everything. A couple of weeks ago, I was talking about my sexual frustrations and she suggested i get an older man. She was not talking an 80 year old guy from the home, Liz had recently gotten engaged to a 40 year old widowed guy. Since she lived in California, where we grew up,I had only met Ron twice. But Liz raved about him. He was gentle, caring, and make sure her needs were taken care of.
Whatever it was, after I dumped Johnnie, I had decided I was done with boys. I needed a real man -- but who? I thought about some of my professors. I even masturbated thinking about two of them. But having sex with a prof, just seemed wrong. Finally, at Thanksgiving, I found what I wanted, now I just had to figure out how to get him!
I didn't go home for Thanksgiving, with the big football game that Saturday. Knowing that I would be stuck in town, one of my friends, Allie, invited me to Thanksgiving at her dad's. Allie and I hadn't known each other for long. She was a sophomore and I was a Junior, but we had clicked the moment we met each other. Allie's parents had been divorced for a couple of years and her father was hosting us, her brother, her sister, and a few other friends. Allie kept laying subtle hints that she wanted to fix me up with her brother, but II wasn't interested.
As soon as we arrived at her dad's house, I was smitten. He was exactly what I was looking for. He was about 5'10", a little overweight, but not fat, deep puppy dog eyes, brown hair with flecks of grey, and glasses. He had a mature look about him, but the way he interacted with us let me know he could be comfortable around anyone.
Allie introduced us, "Sasha, this is my father, dad, this is Sasha."
"Thank you so much for having me, Mr. Cohen."
"No, Mr. Cohen is my father," he replied, "call me Harvey."
As we talked, I tried not to be obvious in how I was flirting with him, and I could not tell if he was just being casual or if he was flirting back. I do know that I was extremely conscious of the way I looked. I hadn't dressed for picking a guy up. I was wearing a long conservative dress with a jacket over it, it concealed rather than flaunted my C-cup breasts. My wavy brown hair is long and was flowing over my shoulders. I looked good, but not hot, if you know what I mean.
However, I think Harvey liked me. We chatted for a while during dinner. He asked a lot of questions about my family and growing up in San Diego and what brought me to cold Michigan. Finally when he was talking about his law practice, I got an idea.
"I have been thinking about law school after graduation," I casually mentioned.
He took the bait and started talking about law schools and what I should be looking for, etc. Then I decided to try to reel him in. "I really need to get a feel for what practicing law is like, any chance you would be willing to sit down over coffee and talk about your practice?"
"Sure," he responded, "any time."
"Since I don't have class and you don't have work, how about tomorrow? Maybe over coffee or something."
"I could come down to campus," he said.
"Great, it's a date, I'll meet you at the Starbucks on South U at 1:00," I said, trying not to sound too excited and immediately regretting my choice of words. I couldn't believe I had said "it's a date." I hope I wasn't sounding to forward.
Dinner was great. I thanked Harvey and gave him a nice hug, holding him tight to my body. Was he hard? It certainly felt like it when he hugged me, but I may have been imagining it or it may have been wishful thinking.
Allie and I got in the car and the first thing she said to me was "what did you think of my brother?"
The truth was that I hadn't even noticed him, so I politely responded that he wasn't my type. The whole way back to campus, all I could think of was her father.
As soon as I got back to my apartment, I raced to my bedroom and ripped off my clothes. My underwear was soaking. I lay down on my bed and started rubbing my clit. All I could think of was Harvey. The feeling of stimulation while thinking of him was unbearable. What would it be like to run my hands over his body. My fingers through his hair. I wondered what he was like under his clothes. Was his body hairy? Was his dick large and fat? Did he have big balls? Did he shave his pubes? All of these thoughts ran through my mind as my fingers probed my pussy. I moved my left hand up to my breasts and started tweaking my nipples. The all of a sudden, and without warning, I started cumming. The feeling as every inch of my body shuddered in sexual pleasure was beyond belief. Finally, I could take no more and stopped masturbating to catch my breath. Then it hit me, my bed was soaked. I must have squirted. I had never done that before, but the bed had a giant puddle on it. I smelled, it, it wasn't urine. It smelled like my pussy, musky but sweet. I tasted it and it tasted like my pussy. I moved to the other side of the bed and quickly fell asleep.
I slept soundly, but I know I dreamed of Harvey. I woke up at 10 a.m. Way later than I wanted. I quickly threw on some sweats, ripped the sheets off my bed, and ran down stairs to the laundry room and threw the sheets in. I then cleaned up the apartment and jumped in the shower. I shaved my legs and my arm pits and trimmed my bush. I hated shaving my pussy, but I liked keeping it nice and short. As I shaved, I examined myself in the mirror. My clit was still swollen and aroused from the workout I had given it the night before. I have a nice looking pussy. When aroused my lips swell up and look almost pouty. But they don't hang low. My clit is small and well hidden under its hood. Examining myself almost brought me to another orgasm. But I was running out of time. I threw on the same sweats and ran downstairs to throw the sheets in the dryer. I returned upstairs to get ready. I picked out a very low cut long black blouse and a push up bra that accentuated my breasts. The bra and blouse barely covered by nipples but left nothing else to the imagination. The black of the blouse looked good against my very light olive colored skin. I put on a pair of black bikini lace underwear and my favorite Lulumon leggings. I chose to wrap a bright blue scarf around my waist to highlight my curves. I put on minimal make up, just a little eye shadow and some lipstick. I ran downstairs and got the sheets out of the dryer and came back upstairs to make the bed. Finally, I through on a blue cardigan sweater that matched the scarf. At 12:45, I was out the door.
The whole walk to Starbucks, I started getting nervous. I had never seduced a guy before. Usually I was the one picked up. I knew I wanted him, but did not know how I would get him back to my place.
I arrived promptly at 1:00. Harvey was already there. He offered to get me a coffee. I told him that since he was doing me a favor, I should treat him. He insisted on paying.
"What would you like," he asked.
I ordered my regular, a tall peppermint mocha. He ordered the same in Venti.
"Do you always drink that or are you trying to copy me?" I asked.
"It is my regular," he noted.
Harvey motioned towards the big comfy chairs in the corner. "Why don't we sit there?"
It wasn't what I had in mind, wanting to sit as close as I could to him, but I really didn't have a choice. We talked about school, the law, Allie. The conversation just flowed. I could see the way his puppy dog eyes occasionally scanned my body. I am sure he noticed the way I looked at him.
Harvey got up and offered me seconds. I accepted and he walked over to the barista and got us new coffees. His ass was perfect. Even the way he walked was turning me on. I wanted him so badly. I could feel myself getting turned on and squirmed in my chair.
