My wife has told me stories about some of her most memorable blow jobs. They are unforgettable because of something unique about the blow job recipient, the location, or the results. She has fond memories of the guy in this story. She refers to as “the big cummer.”
One warm spring evening my wife was sitting on a bench studying by herself in a small park-like area behind her dorm. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt without a bra.
While she was reading, she was surprised by a guy you approached her and said, “Hi.”
He was in her English Literature class and she had been looking at him since the beginning of the semester but never really talked to him. She thought he was very cute.
When she looked up, she locked eyes with him and said, “Hi John.”
If she makes lingering, inviting eye contact she is throwing bait to a guy she wants to reel in. She knows it can cause the guy to become sexually curious about her. Flirting with a man is a thoroughly enjoyable experience for her.
John apologized for interrupting her and said he was walking back to his dorm from the library when he saw her and decided to say hello. She saw his eyes move from her eyes to her full tits which were pushing out against her tight clinging t-shirt. They talked briefly about their literature class.
She felt he was beginning to become somewhat anxious and aroused because of the thoughts he was having as he stared at her luscious bra less t-shirt tits.
My wife said, “I’m done studying, would you like to walk to my dorm with me so I can put these books in my room?”
“Sure.”
My wife’s room was on the second floor of the dorm. When they got to the dorm, they went in through an infrequently used doorway at the rear of the building near where my wife had been studying. They stopped at the top of the stairs on the second floor before opening the door to go into the hallway.
When they stopped on the second floor, my wife held his arm to indicate she wanted him to stop and then immediately started tongue kissing him hard, swirling her tongue in his mouth and trying to suck on his tongue. His hands were soon all over her squeezing her inviting t-shirt tits; she reached down and rubbed her hand lightly over his dick. He had a rock-hard erection that she massaged and teased softly with her adept fingers while he massaged her boobs and their tongues were intertwined.
She took her tongue out of his mouth but continued to lightly rub his erection through his pants.
She said, “Do you like what I’m doing?
“Yes I do!”
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes.”
She said, “Let’s go to my room and I’ll take care of you.”
As soon as they were in her room she put her books down and lightly rubbed his hard dick. She figured John was happy thinking she was going to give him a hand job; she had other plans to make him very happy. She backed away from him and told him to lower his pants and shorts and sit on the edge of her bed. She got a pillow from the bed, dropped it on the floor, and knelt on the pillow between his legs.
She looked up at him from between his knees, held his erection at the bottom, and then went to work. While gently cupping and squeezing his balls with one hand she ran her teasing tongue all over his erection. She swirled her magnificent tongue everywhere along his rigid shaft and engorged cock head.