International Relations (M/F) | 2016

I’ll cut to the chase soon, but I thought to make your time worthwhile I ought to provide some background into this recount. Back in my university days I went on an exchange program to London that lasted a semester. Before I left, to the best of my knowledge I knew no-one over there – when I arrived, I was very surprised to find out that a colleague of mine had also decided to come on exchange and happened to be living on the same floor. Her name was Nat, and she had a slim figure: Asian around 5’, long black hair and boobs on the small side. She was, however, always bouncing with energy and so even though I hardly knew her beforehand, she was super happy to chat.

We would initially bump into each other every now and then and would only strike conversation if it was the end of the day. A few months in, however, we were almost waiting for each other in the communal room. We would chat, laugh, make fun of each other and generally have a great time – having fun well into the night and often the rest of the crowd had petered out before we left. We would talk about anything and everything – but I’ll cut to the one story that you want to hear about.

It so happens that a few months before she came on exchange she had broken up with her boyfriend and had been feeling quite down because of it. She admitted that she had not been so bubbly for quite a while, but she took the whole “new city, new experience, no regrets” approach to the literal extreme and decided what the hell, might as well make the most of it! We chatted more about her past relationship as I tested the waters; I was getting mixed signals (what a guy hates most!). She was saying that she was adapting to the single lifestyle again and wasn’t looking for anything from anyone. Yet, I swear I saw that look in her eyes as she bit her lips ever so slightly every now and then. We talked about how the breakup took a big emotional toll on her, however a few times when she went to the kitchen for water, she would stay there for a moment, and as I walked in to get a bag of crisps our conversation would linger in there. Dressed in black leggings she would lean over the bench and have her legs straight and spread apart as she talked.

My cock was raging but despite the lack of action since I arrived I decided that no, she’s confided in me and the last thing I would want to do is to take advantage of her. And so there we sat, for hours talking about all aspects (all aspects) of her past relationship while I tried extremely hard to hide my raging cock. The night came to an end around 3am, and as we returned to the kitchen to empty our cups she stood at the counter, back towards me, taking a moment by herself. I took the opportunity to give her a hug around her waists from behind – genuinely as a friend, only for her to let out a moan and mutter “I haven’t been held like that for a long time”. Only when she arched her back and gently laid her head on my shoulder did I realise, shit, my cock was pressing onto her and as she arched her ass pressed even harder onto it. I quickly released her, stepped back and started muttering “shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…” before she turned around, wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me on the lips. “You weren’t doing a great job at hiding it anyways” she said as she broke the kiss. “But I think it’s late and I’d feel like I’d just be using you for your cock”. That took me by surprise!

I looked Nat in the eye and started running my hands down her slim figure. There was still this fight in my head – am I taking advantage of her if I went ahead? But then again, she just said she thought she would take advantage of me! My crude elementary maths decided that they negated each other and so I went in for the kiss again, this time with my hands down at her ass, squeezing them whilst I pressed my cock against her slim frame and her frame against the kitchen bench. It would be appropriate to tell you that apart from her leggings, she had on a loose fitting tank top and a light jacket, whilst I myself was in trackies and a shirt. As we broke the kiss again she said “fuck it”, pushed me slightly aside before grabbing my hand and leading me towards her room. As soon as we entered her lips were all over mine again – but not for long, she duly dropped to her knees and pulled my pants and boxers down. Within seconds she had my raging cock in her mouth followed by me muttering “ohh fuck”. She stopped for a moment, shhing me as a reminder to the others sleeping in the other rooms before resuming. I’m an average 6 inches, and although she was getting about 2/3rds of the cock, her tongue was working her magic getting me all pent up.

I didn’t want to cum yet so I picked her up by her arms and kissed her again. This made her literally fall into my arms – I later found out that she finds a man who kisses her after giving head such a turn-on. I took off her jacket and she helped me with her tank top while I pushed her down onto the bed and pulled her leggings off. She was trimmed neat but more importantly, was gushing wet as I went for her clit with my fingers. Nat muttered “fuck it, just fuck me” and I wasn’t going to object to that! I quickly took my shirt off, held her legs wide apart on the edge of the bed as I guided my cock towards her tight looking pussy.

Looks can sometimes be deceiving but in this instance it surely wasn’t. She had to help spread her lips as I slowly advanced my cock in. Her moans were the sexiest I’ve ever heard and it didn’t take long for her to build an orgasm up. After the hours of sex-talk and a hot blowjob before fucking Nat I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer either. I pumped into her faster as she bit her lip, arched her back and moaned as I felt her pussy clench down on my cock. It was too much for me – I pulled out just in time for my first spray to shoot out. This has never happened before and has not happened ever again, but my first shot went from my cock position above her pussy all the way towards hitting her forehead. Fuck. I kept cumming and by the time I was done there was a road of cum trailing from her forehead to her bellybutton.

We both had a quick laugh before deciding to clean up. We slept together that night in her bed; rose again at 9am to finish what we called ‘unfinished business’. The usual happened, but I know you guys like details so I’ll give some info, but it was in no way as hot as the night before. We started off with some missionary again, this time slower. I really wanted to see her skinny frame ride me so I got on the (carpeted) floor so she could climb on top. She rode me like a goddess – and she was super flexible as well! We also did some doggy – her straight, spread apart pose had me longing more and I banged her truly deep like that. She wasn’t a multi-orgasmer but I did manage to extract two from her (one with her riding me, the other whilst I fucked her from behind) before I had to blow. As I was close I uttered “Nat I want this in your mouth” only for her to moan, use her hips against my thrusts for a few thrusts before getting onto her knees again and sucking my cum out. My cum must’ve hit the back of her throat with high speed! I also learnt that she swallows at this stage.

All fucked out, we spent the rest of the morning recovering and cleaning up. We went our separate ways in the afternoon but by no means was this the last time. We decided that we would have a friends-with-benefits relationship for the interim and decide where we wanted to take it from there – no doubt I was happy with that! We had action every other night and she went on the pill as well. The sex was great and has been the best I’ve had to date. If you guys are interested I’ll share another story I had with Nat – this time involving a local student Emily who was supposed to be our ‘tour’ guide on a small trip to Paris!