Wittold’s Diary

It’s not often that I actually get into the dorm.  But a recent trip out west had Jackie wanting to come along and vacation after I finished with my work.  Since she’s so damned greedy at times, I thought I’d be clever and get us a free night in a local empty dorm room.  It was summer; there was space available in the summer school dorm; I knew somebody. In fact my contacts thought it was a great idea for me to take the room for a week while I was working on the project there.  Saved the grant some housing money.

She flew in to Denver the last day of my scheduled project, rented a car and drove up to the campus.  I called her as I walked out of the conference room. She was in town, checking out the restaurants and the like for later.  She drove over to campus and I met her at the dorm. No it wasn’t at all posh, but I figured that when she thought about saving $100 in one day on room costs, she’d just almost cream her jeans.

When I saw her rolling her luggage up to the dorm, I knew she couldn’t do that. She was wearing a short black dress and as I got closer, I could see that there was nothing under it on top, her nipples were subtly showing.  I instantly rose to the occasion. I quickly copped a feel of her ass, not caring who might see, and drug my fingers over it sufficiently to know that there were no panty lines.  Thong or commando, I didn’t know which, but was hot to find out.

She took a long look the tent at my crotch and said, “let’s go upstairs before I throw you against the wall.”

“Yes ma’am!” I replied. I took the handle of her suitcase, ushered her to the door, waived the keycard over the access reader and we headed up the stairs.  Once inside, I pulled her to me and we started some expressive kissing.  I grabbed the back of her dress, hiked it up and verified that she was entirely nude beneath that thin crepe back satin sleeve.

I kept the passionate kissing going, working down her neck and onto her shoulders, then back to her mouth.  I made little knots of her hair with my fingers and tugged gently…being as rough with her as my code of how to treat a woman allowed.  Though she sometimes chided me for not being as physically aggressive as she liked, I always thought it best to err on the side of respect.

I slid my fingers between her thighs and she was, it seemed, wetter than I’d ever felt her.

She moaned into my ear and whispered, “I thought I was going to have to climb on top of the guy sitting next me on the plane.  I was so horny I could hardly wait.”

I pushed the dress up over her head and laid her down on the bed.  She wore a sultry smile and I began to kiss her knees as the first step to burying my head in her wet down, which I noticed had been shaven away. I ran my tongue over her now sopping lips, which tasted a little more of salt and musk than sugar and musk today.

I certainly enjoyed the faster tempo of this love making. It normally took me between 35 and 45 minutes to bring her to a writhing organism, but she was grabbing my head, groaning and bucking somewhere between 15 and 20 this time…a record for sure.

“Let me roll over and you can take me from behind, now,” she said in a husky voice. Though this was my least favorite position, I complied.  It was my least favorite because I never can hold on for long when that sensitive seam along the underside of my penis rubs up and down over her engorged g-spot.  As usual I was done in less than five.  As usual, I hated myself for cumming so fast, but despite breathing deeply, opening my eyes and squeezing as hard as I could, there was no stopping my hard throbbing ejaculation.  She claimed it was “great, as usual” as I slipped out and reached for some kleenex.

We snuggled for a few minutes and then she began to recount her time during our days apart, which for some reason seemed filled with stories of Ally and John’s drama.  Not what I wanted to hear about; but, as usual, we talked about what was on her mind.