Heavy Petting in the Hall [m/f] | 2016

Someone asked about some public sex stories, and I decided to tell about my college girlfriend. As a heads up, we didn't do the deed, but there were a few incidents of heavy petting. I figured if I already typed it up, I might as well share with you.

One time back in college, my girlfriend and I were making out in my room. Even as a virgin, even before ever making it to second base, my makeout sessions could get pretty intense. My roommate came in, and even though our room was divided by a wall of closets, we stopped for a bit. We immediately realized how thirsty we were.

We walked to the water fountain at the end of the hall. We laughed at being walked in on, and pondered what to do about our lack of privacy. I remembered the recycling room around the corner and led her in. The room was about 5x6 feet with painted cinderblock walls. It was built as a small laundry room, but all it had was a few recycling bins. We left the light off, leaving only the light coming in from the filtered window in the door.

She was Jamaican-Canadian, 36D with clear, hairless skin. Her hair was stiff and starchy, but everything else about her was soft. I am white and built like a teddy bear. We were both 20 and were steadily making each other our firsts in many ways. We continued to make out, slowly getting over our unusual location. I dove into her lips and played with the gap of skin between her jeans and her shirt. She put one arm around my shoulder and stroked my chest with the other. Our heavy breaths echoed loudly off the barren walls.

After around 5 minutes, someone finally walked in on us. We heard him coming, but he started only a few doors down the hall. We stepped apart just before he walked in. We didn't dare acknowledge each other. I kept my eyes locked with hers, biting our lips until he quickly and politely left. The rush of the intrusion kept us apart for a few seconds, but we clashed back together even harder.

Lips locked, I soon pushed my hands down the back of her jeans, first pawing at the top of her panties, then stroking the curve of her ample buttocks. Despite the wall trim that was digging into my forearms or the constriction of her belt line, I couldn't help but sandwich her against the wall. I took one hand out and rubbed her bountiful breasts. She responded by raking her hands through my hair. As my hand scooped deeper under her butt, I could feel the heat from crotch and knew I had to take things further.

I turned her around and pressed her wide hips into the wall with my pelvis, mentally begging to ride her ass. I switched hands to play with her breasts from behind while my left hand rested on her pubis mons. I reached up her shirt, quickly became annoyed at her bra, and unclipped it. I resumed attending her breasts, pulling her nipples like taffy.

I switched hands again to get a better angle on her pussy, all the while grinding on her ass and sucking her neck. I reached as deep as I could and immediately felt the radiating humidity. It was still a bit foreign territory to me at the time, but I could at least confidently stroke between her pussy lips through the thin, wet fabric of her underwear.

Our moans and shifting clothes thundered in the closed space against our will, yet not loud enough to stop us from freezing up at the sound of feet thumping along at the other end of the hall. The stop-and-go tension was almost as exhausting as the petting itself, but neither of us could bear to stop.

She turned around to return the effort. Her lips and tongue plunged into mine with the manic of a thoroughly aroused woman. She gyrated her pelvis against me, massaging my obvious bulge. She switched places with me, giving me a turn to feel the squeeze of being trapped against the wall. In the heat of the moment, she spun me around to put me in her previous position. The chill of the wall served as a constant reminder that this was not a place meant for our activities.

Gently biting my neck, she unbuttoned my pants and reached inside. It's my turn to moan feebly as she strokes my cock through my boxers. The tension is unbearable, and though my member threatens to slip through the slit in my boxers, we can't bring ourselves to commit to public exposure.

Just as the mounting pleasure becomes torturous, the sound of a neighboring door swing opens makes us scramble to button up. With nowhere to take things further and the threat of being compromised getting tiring, we reluctantly stepped out into the sexless hall. The immediate chill congratulated us on significantly raising the temperature of our room. After rehydrating at the fountain again, we walked hand in hand back to my room, just as sweaty as we left it.