I was surprised when I felt Sara’s hand in my lap in such a public place. Even more surprised when she moved it to my inner thigh and brushed the tip of my cock. I turned to look at her, but she was talking to another friend across from her as if nothing was going on under the table. I didn’t want to embarrass her or myself, so I too kept up the innocent appearance and just enjoyed the unexpected attention. As my erection grew, she began lightly tracing its outline as it spread down my thigh.
She was older than me, in her early to mid-thirties, a single mom who had returned to college after having kids and being left by her dirtbag husband. I was nineteen and in my first year of college, and had just broken up with my girlfriend of over two years. Sara was no Anne Bancroft, but she was horny, and so was I.
~
Members of our friend group could usually be found at any time of the day, sitting at a long rectangular table in the college cafeteria. One of those lunchroom-style tables that would fold into a large ‘A’ shape and roll away. The kind with attached stools rather than actual chairs that would slide in and out. It was a usual meeting spot for our group of misfits, good for wasting time between classes or when we didn’t feel like sitting through a lecture. We would drink coffee, sneak out to the parking lot to get high, and talk about all sorts of inane topics.
This school offered several two-year associate degrees and certificate programs for the healthcare and business fields. Most students went there to earn credits to later transfer into a larger four-year college with bachelor’s degree programs. In short, it was for adults wanting to continue their education or slackers like me who couldn’t get into a real school without some core credits. Our group of misfits was a loose collection of both.
~
I had been playing in a band in local bars through high school with some guys that I thought were my friends. My girlfriend, Dara, and I had split up, and so did the band, after it came out that she was fucking the singer behind my back. She went to the same college but quit going when everything blew up. The group knew her and had lots of questions about what had happened. I tried not to complain about it too much, but it was raw and fresh, so I probably vented a little here and there, but they were good listeners and were supportive.
During one particular conversation about the breakup drama, I was sitting with a group of four or five friends. One of the group, Kate, who had also been a friend of my ex, revealed that she had known about it all before I did.
“Dara told me that you guys didn’t have sex very often. She said that’s why she started fucking around on you,” Kate said.
“Why did she tell you that? Did she say why we weren’t doing it? Because I’ve been trying to figure that out,” I replied.
Kate leaned across the table, indicating she was about to spill some tea, which prompted everyone else to lean in.
“She said you were kinda big, and it hurt,” Kate said with a giggle, then sat back to wait for the group’s response.
I was the only one who reacted. I blushed and instantly felt the whole group looking at me. Wanting to deflect the sudden focus away from me and the exaggerated rumor regarding the size of my penis, I offered a rebuttal.
“I haven’t seen many to compare mine with, but I can assure you, it’s not that big, and I wasn’t the problem,” I said with confidence.
Feeling free to spill some tea of my own, I continued.
“She had wanted an open relationship for the last year, but I was against it. She wanted a threesome with one of my guy friends, she wanted me to set her up with my friends as fuck buddies, and she talked about wanting to fuck one of the professors here. All while withholding sex from me but wanting me to remain her boyfriend. The whole thing got pretty fucked up, and I just got tired of it all.”
Because Kate opened the can of worms, I guess she felt she needed to respond first.
“That’s messed up. She didn’t tell me all that. You deserve better,” she said with a grin.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I can’t believe she wouldn’t fuck you,” Kate continued. “If I were single, I’d fuck you.”
The group got quiet again, then burst out laughing when Daniel, our openly and flamboyantly gay friend, added, “Me too, honey.”
I appreciated the light-hearted turn of the conversation and the ego boost. While I was not interested in anything physical with Daniel, I couldn’t get Kate’s comment out of my head. She was in a relationship and made it clear that she was not a cheater like my ex, but my libido had woken up.
The conversations continued for another half hour or so, but not about me or my ex, which I was thankful for. The cafeteria was getting crowded and noisy, so our group sat closer together to be able to hear each other. That’s when I felt Sara’s hand on my thigh. She had been quiet during the discussions about my ex, but it seemed that her libido had also awoken.
At first I thought it was accidental, but I knew it was intentional when she slowly stroked the inside of my thigh and made her way to my growing erection.
“I’m going to need a ride home if anyone is going to be leaving soon,” Sara announced to the group. There was a pause as Sara waited for an offer. I turned to look at her only to find her staring right at me with smoky eyes that burned with something that resonated with me.
It wasn’t that I had never noticed Sara before, I just never thought of her sexually. She was just one of the group. Older than the rest of us, but fun and lively and just was part of the group. She probably felt like she lost some of her youth having children young, and it made her feel good to hang out with us. She wore modest clothes to hide her full figure, didn’t wear much makeup, and was someone that would blend into a crowd and not draw attention.
~
I put on my backpack, bundled my jacket in front of me to cover the obvious bulge in my pants, and walked with Sara to the parking lot. We didn’t say much on the way to the car, which gave my erection time to go down, that is until I pulled out of the parking lot. As soon as I got out on the main road, Sara moved her left hand straight to my crotch and began searching for my cock again.
I stiffened my posture in response and shifted in my seat a bit as my erection returned.
“Are you nervous?” Sara asked.
“No, it’s just unexpected,” I replied.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sara asked.
“No, I don’t,” I said with a shaky voice.
I could feel Sara’s eyes on me as I drove, but I was afraid to look at her. It was all I could do to keep my car in the lane. Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and shifted in the passenger seat so she could reach over the center console with both hands. She pulled my waistband open with her right hand and reached in with her left. I felt her grasp the base of my shaft and pull it out into the open.
“Slide your seat back,” Sara said.
I reached down, lifted the lever, and felt my seat slide on its rails until it stopped in its furthest back position. Sara dove forward and rubbed the tip of my cock against her lips as if she were applying lipstick.
I wasn’t inexperienced, but I felt like a newbie under Sara’s touch. She repeatedly guided the tip of my cock to the back of her throat, licked its full length, even slapped my wet shaft against her cheek and lips a few times, all while moaning in deep feral grunts and sighs.
As we approached a traffic light and traffic slowed around us, Sara continued bobbing her head in my lap. I tried to stop her, but she only pushed down harder until I felt myself slip into her throat. I looked over and saw the woman in the car next to us staring just as the light turned green and I drove away.
Sara eventually sat back in her seat and wiped her mouth on the back of her right hand, but never let go of my cock with her left. She talked me through a few right and left turns until we were parking in her driveway.
“Come inside and let me finish with that; no one’s home but us,” Sara said as she got out of the car.
I tucked my slobbery erection back into my pants and stood on shaky legs, weighing the possible consequences of what I was about to do. I barely knew this woman and was a little apprehensive about how far I was willing to go with her. She walked around the car, held my hand, and when she spoke, she removed all doubts.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything but play with myself. I just want to finish what I started. Will you let me finish? I want you to cum, that’s it, nothing more. I promise,” Sara said as she reached for my hand.
Without waiting for my response, Sara led me through the front door and into the kitchen. She turned me where I was leaning against the dining room table, and slid my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She was already on her knees when my cock sprang upward as the waistband cleared it. Without hesitation and true to her word, Sara resumed a truly amazing blowjob.
She was very skilled and could tell when I was getting close to an orgasm. She would stop occasionally to try to get me to last longer. She helped me undress and tossed my clothes to the side, leaving me naked there in her dining room with her completely clothed.
“Sit up on the table and lie back,” Sara said as she stared at my rigid shaft.
I tested its structure with a little weight, and it didn’t budge. It was a sturdy farmhouse-style table with chunky legs and would hold me just fine. I figured I had gone this far and couldn’t turn back now, so what the hell.
As I reclined on Sara’s dining room table, I saw her reach under her skirt and slip her panties off, kicking them out of the way. She climbed up on the table, straddled my right leg, and returned my cock to her mouth. I felt her grinding her wet folds against my leg as she continued to devour my cock.
She released my throbbing shaft and crawled up and straddled my waist. At this point, I would have agreed to anything she asked me to do, as long as she kept playing with me.
“Can I sit on it for just a minute? I won’t even take my clothes off,” Sara said as she nuzzled into my neck and began grinding against my erection.
“Sure, but I may not last long,” I said, and felt her skillfully push her opening against the tip of my cock.
Without touching me with her hands, I felt her heat envelop my shaft and sink down on me to the hilt. Sara let out another deep guttural moan, and I felt her shiver as she pressed down on me. She lifted off until I thought I was about to pop out of her wet embrace, only to slide back down again. She repeated this movement and sped up until I thought she was going to drive me through the table.
Her grunts turned into loud moans and muffled screams as she stopped slamming on me and straightened her legs out parallel to mine. I felt her grinding hard against my pubic bone and then a gush of fluid as she shivered and screamed in pleasure.
My head was spinning. I was overwhelmed, and completely under Sara’s control. She lifted off my cock, letting it plop against my stomach with a wet smack. She moved back down to my waist and began stroking me with one hand while licking the tip.
“Are you gonna cum for me? Come on baby, cum for me, cum all over my face,” Sara said as she furiously stroked me.
That was all it took. I felt the building surge of an orgasm and lifted my head to watch. Sara made eye contact with me just as my cock began to pulse and splash her face and hair with shot after shot of hot cum. Sara kept sucking and stroking me until I softened, continuing to moan and hum against my cock.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist. I had to have it inside of me,” Sara said as she climbed off the table and reached for a towel.
“I’m glad you did. That was amazing,” I replied.
“Our secret?” Sara asked.
“Our secret,” I echoed.
~
Three days later, Sara asked me for another ride home. I agreed, but this time she did not make any advances on me in the car. I was beginning to think our previous adventure was a one-time thing. I was afraid to bring it up, not sure what her intentions were, so I just drove on and pulled into her driveway.
“Are you coming in?” Sara asked after I put the car in park.
“Sure,” I said casually.
After we walked inside, she led me to the couch and, out of nowhere, slid my pants down as she had before. She dropped to her knees and immediately took my flaccid cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue exploring the underside of my tip, and I felt my cock quickly inflating.
After I was fully hard, Sara released me from her mouth, but kept stroking me with her hand.
“I wanted to feel you get hard in my mouth,” Sara said with a frisky smile. “You would have already been hard if I messed with you in the car,” Sara continued.
Jokingly, I said, “Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”
Getting the reference, Sara replied, “Would you like me to seduce you?”
With that, Sara stood and slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall in a bundle at her feet. She removed my shirt and pushed me back, making me sit on the couch. She stood in front of me wearing only a matching set of black lace bra and thong panties.
Her confidence was stunning. She was a curvy, full-figured woman who exuded sexuality and a hunger for pleasure and attention. She began rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, making them stiffen and press against the lace. They were easily the size of gumdrops, and I couldn’t wait to have them in my mouth. She moved one hand between her legs and started rubbing herself as she stared down at me.
I started stroking myself while watching her. My display helped to ramp up her efforts as she quickened her pace. She moved toward me and straddled my waist, smothering my face with her large breasts. She reached inside her thong and fingered herself as I continued to jack myself off against her crotch. She removed her hand from her panties and wrapped it around my cock. Her hand was so wet that I could feel her juices coating my shaft.
She continued stroking me as she slid her thong to the side and inserted my tip between her wet folds. She didn’t fully sit down on my cock this time. She just kept stroking me while the first third of my shaft was inside of her.
I reached up and pulled the cups of her bra down to reveal her stiff nipples. She leaned forward just enough for them to brush against my face. I felt the familiar flood of her juices again as she shook violently and sped up masturbating us together. I responded by erupting into her already dripping pussy. Only then did she fully sit down on my shaft and grind hard against me.
~
Our secret rendezvous continued a few times each week for the next several months. We would fool around in the car, in her house, and we even messed around in the library at school. She would always make me cum for her. She would change things up occasionally. Sometimes she wanted me to fuck her hard, sometimes she wanted to suck me off, and she even liked for me to masturbate for her and cum all over her while she was fully clothed. It was indeed a sexual awakening for me and freeing for us both to have fun without strings or emotions.
Sara needed the human contact, and I needed a tutor. Even though our ages and life experiences were different, our kinks and fantasies aligned in a non-judgmental way, which allowed us to explore and play with each other. When the semester ended, I moved away to a new college, and I lost contact with Sara. I thought about looking her up from time to time, but our moment had ended. I only hope I gave her some pleasure equal to what she gave me. I feel like, in a way, she wanted to show me what I had missed with an ex who mistreated me, and I was thankful for the opportunity to help feed her desires.
