I'd been at college for two months when my mom called me and said that my step dad was coming to town on business and wanted to take me out for dinner. I knew this was their way of checking up on me, but I was a student on a limited budget and a restaurant meal was very tempting.
I'd left our little town a bright-eyed virgin, but after 2 months of various freshman fun and initiations I'd not only lost my virginity, I'd managed to try quite a few different things in bed. The problem was that I only ever got to fuck guys my own age and even though they were as horny as me we were all new to it, we were all learning how to do it and more often than not it was over too quickly and without any real satisfaction.
My mom had married my step dad when I was 10. He was a full eleven years younger than her so he was still only in his mid-thirties whereas my mom was entering middle age. I'd loved him from the first day I saw him. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was fun to be with and he always made me feel special. The last couple of years I'd started fantasising about him making me feel special in a rather different way. Mom and Pete had always been noisy lovers and as I grew older I'd laid awake in my bed, fingering myself as I heard them get at it next door. By the sounds of my mom's moans and cries of joy I gathered that Pete was an excellent lover. I suspected he was much better than any of the guys I'd had and now time had come for me to try him out for myself.
The day before he came I went shopping for some new lingerie. I used my emergency money for it, but I figured that this was an emergency. I was going to wear a tight and short black dress to dinner so I needed some black lingerie. I picked up a black lace 36D bra and matching g-strings. There was a special deal on suspenders and stockings so I got them as well. Pete called me from the airport in the morning and asked me to be ready at 5. I was glad we were going for an early dinner, that would only get us into bed earlier.
When Pete arrived I showed him around my dorm and then we went out. He made sure I was wearing a warm coat so that I didn't get chilled in that outfit. I was secretly pleased that he'd noticed how little material had gone into the dress. He took me to a fancy Italian restaurant and we were seated immediately. We ordered our food and started talking.
"How are you enjoying college, Lexy?" he asked. "You hardly ever call so your mom and I figured that you're enjoying yourself."
"It's fun," I admitted. "But I miss you."
"Do you have a boyfriend yet?" he teased me.
"I've been with several guys, but no one that I would call a boyfriend."
"So you're dating a lot then?"
"I don't know if I'd call them dates," I looked intently into Pete's eyes.
"But you..." he started. "Oh."
I smiled at him. "Yes, I'm not the virgin mom sent to college anymore."
"Are you enjoying it?"
"It's nice to experiment, but the boys I've been with haven't satisfied me much."
Then the food was served and Pete moved the conversation on to a much safer topic. No matter how much I tried to get back to the subject of sex he kept resisting. I knew that a different approach was needed.
When we stepped out of the restaurant I knew that he was going to take me back to my dorm and then my mission would have failed.
"Which hotel are you staying at?" I asked him.
"The Regency," he replied.
"Can we stop there on our way back? I'm dying to go to the toilet."
"Why didn't you go in the restaurant?" he sounded a bit irritated.
"I didn't realise how badly I needed to go until we got outside."
He agreed to stop at his hotel. I'd only seen the Regency from the outside before and the inside was as fantastic as I'd imagined. Pete was in a suite with luscious furniture and plush carpets. I ooh-ed and aah-ed over it and Pete gave me a slightly annoyed look.
"Lexy, the bathroom is through the bedroom."
I'd forgotten that I was supposed to be dying for the toilet so I made my way through the bedroom. The bedroom was dominated by a huge bed and in the bathroom I found a Jacuzzi that was big enough for two. This was perfect. I took off my coat and my dress and hung them on the inside of the bathroom door. I washed my face and then I flushed the toilet. I checked myself in the mirror. My tall slim figure was dressed in the sexiest underwear I'd ever worn. The black lace stood out against my pale skin. My full breasts were pushed together by the bra, giving me more cleavage than normal. My ass looked pert with those g-strings and it was all beautifully completed by the suspenders and stockings and my high heel shoes that I chose to keep on.
I opened the door into the bedroom. I could hear Pete pacing in the living room. I took a deep breath and went out there.
"I really like your hotel room," I said and smiled as I saw his reaction to me minus my clothes.
"Lexy!" he gasped. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get dressed this minute!"
"But it's still early. Why don't we hang out here for a bit?"
"Not with you dressed like that!"
I looked down at myself. "You're right; I'm wearing far too much." I reached back and unhooked my bra. I slowly pulled it off, revealing my young and firm mounds with their small pink peaks.
"Lexy, put your clothes back on this minute!"
"What was that Pete? You want me to take more off? OK!" I pulled off my g-string and showed him my neatly trimmed bush that was the exact same shade of chestnut as my hair.
I could tell that Pete was struggling with himself. He kept swallowing and he tried not to look at me.
"Lexy, sweetheart," he begged. "You don't want to do this. I beg you, please get dressed and let me take you back to your dorm."
I walked over and caressed his lips with mine. I stroked his coat off his shoulders, followed by his suit jacket. My nipples were stiff against the fabric of his shirt.
"Oh, but I do want this, Pete. I want to do this more than I've ever wanted to do anything. I've fantasised about this for years. I'm not a girl anymore. I'm a woman now and I'm coming to you."
Pete's demons were still struggling inside his head, but he didn't protest as I pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled the shirt off his shoulders and kissed him again, my nipples touching his muscular chest, hardening more with the feeling of his sparse dark chest hair against my soft skin. I could feel his budding erection against my stomach and I undid his belt. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I pulled off his shoes and socks and he stepped out of his pants. He still didn't say a word, but he'd stopped protesting.
Finally, I pulled off his boxers, revealing a cock that in its semi-erect state was bigger than anything I'd had so far. As Pete stepped out of his boxers I kneeled before him and closed my mouth around his cock. I was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. I slowly sucked more and more of him into my mouth, running my tongue across his veins and tasting his salty precum. I sucked him deep inside; his cock had grown bone hard by this time. His size overwhelmed me and produced a gagging reflex, but this seemed to please him even more. I soon felt Pete's hands in my hair as he held my face in place as he fucked it.
He picked up the pace and soon he was in control. He fucked my mouth deep, into my throat and back out again. He went like a man possessed. I could hardly breathe, but I'd brought this on myself, I'd wanted this and I loved every moment of it. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down the insides of my thighs. I couldn't wait to feel this big cock in my cunt. Then he pushed deep into my throat and stopped. With a loud moan he released and shot his load straight down my throat. I swallowed every last drop.
Pete pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up in his arms and kissed me deeply, my breasts squished tight against his chest.
"You're a wonderful cock sucker Lexy," he said against my lips. "I haven't had my cock sucked that good for a long time."
