Head at the Airport

This story begins in a different way. This story begins with a friend with benefits that I already had at the time. She and I met one week night out in Coconut Grove. She was a Latina local as is said down here “Made in Dade”. Her parents came from Cuba and Colombia. She was very American in her culture and was even a sorority girl at FIU. The first time we met, we ended up having oral and anal sex, and let me tell you she has a very nice round ass.

This was nothing new for me because she was like so many other girls that I had met out randomly and taken home or gone home with to have some real good fun. What was different about her was she was one of the first Latin women I had ever experienced and she was down for anything I could think of, even at the tender age of 20. She was very cute and had great curves though she did not have such a high IQ, but she did not seem to care and was probably aware of it. There is nothing worse than a dumb girl trying to be smart and looking like a fool. I just feel so bad for those girls.

Anyways, we ended up not exchanging numbers because I figured that she would be like all the others and I would never see her again. I was so wrong. It was with her that I learned that Miami is really just a great big small town. Eventually, going to the same bars, clubs, lounges, and parties enough, you are bound to see people you have run into before, even if they visit from out of town.

Several months later, while at Club Mansion, which is not my favorite place to go but I always end up having a good time there, I ran into her. Rather, I saw her at the bar getting shots with her girlfriends, so I decided to “accidentally” run into her once she walked away. We talked for a few minutes and she was very cordial. Her eyes, however, were very inviting and I could tell by the way she was smiling and looking at me that she wanted to play again. I gave her my number and told her to call me when she was on her way home and was away from her friends.

She texted me a few hours later, just as I was leaving the bar, so I told her I was on my way home as well and we should meet somewhere. I did not drive that evening, but I did not want to host her at my place either. I have always enjoyed staying over at the girl’s apartment or home for the booty calls because I find it much easier to leave as soon as I want or whenever I get uncomfortable. Also, if they have ideas of the previous night’s activities as the start of a relationship, it is easier to avoid them and they can never show up at your place uninvited.

We arrived at my friend’s home near the University and I jumped into my car and made the familiar trip back over to her apartment. We had another good time that night and I even got her to give me some great head in the shower the morning after. She did not want to swallow for some reason and instead put it all over her chest. This was fine with me, but I got it in my head that if I ever had another chance to meet with her again, I would definitely finish in her mouth or at least on her face.

Time went by and I forgot about her. I tried once, unsuccessfully, to text her but she never responded. After a while, I deleted her number and forgot about her because we had never talked. Eventually, a few months passed, I graduated and was moving into the real world. I got a job and had been working for about 3 or 4 months when I was sent on a business trip to Orlando for a small convention during the winter, just before Thanksgiving.

My second day at the conference there I got a text from a random 786 number. I asked who it was and of course it was the Latin sorority girl. I asked her how she had been and what she had been up to. She was now a senior and apologized profusely for ignoring my text from several months earlier. It seems that a few months after our last interlude, she met a boy at school and started dating him. She wanted to be good to him and not respond to any texts or calls from any of her friends she had been with previously. I told her I was fine if she wanted that, but just to tell me so I would not erase her number again.

Honestly, I did not mind if she was in a relationship of any kind. I had been with single women, dating women, married women, divorcing women, and divorced women. As long as she was honest about her status in life and her wants, I would do the same and respect her wishes. Nothing says creeper or stalker like proclaiming ownership of someone with which you have maybe spent 12 hours. I was laying no claim to her, she was free to do as she pleased.

She asked what I was doing and I told her that I was at a conference for work in Orlando, but that I would be returning on Thursday evening. She told me she was needing something from me and very horned up since she had broken up with her recent boyfriend. I told her that I was interested and would be happy to meet, but that I could not stay up like I used to due to work priorities. I insisted that she try and make it up to me. I told her to send me some naughty pictures and she happily obliged.

The next day, she texted me again to say that she was thinking about me and could not wait for me to get back. I told her that I was still coming back on Thursday and that we could work something out. She then took a picture with a toy dong in her mouth. This immediately took me back to the last interlude we had and I thought about her not letting me finish in her mouth or on her face. She said she would be waiting for me in any way I pleased. This was the best thing I could have heard: music to my ears. This is my favorite line that any girl ever says because it just lets me go get whatever I want without any regard to ask. Of course several girls have said this to me before but not really meant it, so I would have to think of something that I could use as a test for her, and I had the perfect test.

The next day, strong winds and heavy rain came over Orlando in the late afternoon hours. As I rode in the cab towards the airport, I sent her a text message to say that I would be at the airport soon and that I would be in Miami shortly. She said that she would wait for me in the buff at her apartment. My mind was racing about all I wanted to do with her in the short time I would have. This would prove to be a fruitless effort though.

When I arrived at the airport, I checked the departure schedule and notice that my flight to Miami was delayed. When I got to the gate check in, I was told that it would be an hour wait as the plane that was arriving to Orlando to take us to Miami had not yet arrived and was delayed due to the wonderful weather.

I told her the problem once I got through security and she sent back a disappointed text. I told her there was nothing I could do about the plane being delayed but I did ask her if she was still willing to do whatever I asked. She readily agreed yes and I told her to prove it.

This was our exchange via text messages:

“What do you want?”

“Meet me at the airport.”

“Okay, for what?”

“You are going to please me in your car”

“It’s kind of small and not very comfy for things like that”

“I did not ask your opinion, I said meet me at the airport”

“Okay what time do you land”

“My plane is scheduled to land at 830 now. I will let you know if this changes”

“So just meet you at the airport”

“Yes, wear a skirt with no undies and a tight shirt. Go to baggage claim. I will let you know which one once I land and you can walk there and meet me”

“Sounds hot”

The plane arrived at the newly delayed time and took off very quickly. I touched down just before our newly scheduled time had estimated and text the Latin sorority girl immediately when the wheels touched down.

“Just landed”

“Okay I’m here and parking which baggage claim”

“No word yet, wait in your car. I will let you know as soon as I know”

As we taxied to the terminal I was given our baggage claim number and quickly sent the information onto her. As I walked off the plane and through the airport, I could not help but smile at what was happening. I had no idea what I would be able to do a few hours ago and here I was going to get the perfect “Welcome Home” present.

As I walked down the stairs, I saw her. I walked to the baggage claim and motioned for her to come to me. She came over and gave me a quick hug. I don’t know why she wanted to do that, I guess she was keeping up appearances in public but I was not going to judge either way. I grabbed my bag as it came through the conveyer and walked out the door with her right beside me.

She asked me where we were going and I said that we were going first to my car so that I could drop off my bags and then to her car because she had nicely tinted windows. She had parked very high in the parking deck so there was little chance a passerby would see us plus at the Miami airport, all the cars are supposed to be pulled in head first so no looking in through the windshield.

We small talked a bit on the way to my car. I asked about her classes and how things had been going with her sorority. She was dreading the upcoming graduation because it meant much less partying but she was completely done with the bull shit of the sorority. I agreed though I really have no frame of reference, and I was being nice.

When we got to my car, I loaded up my bags and even left all the crap I would not need for this interlude. I took with me only keys, wallet, and phone. When we got into the elevator to go up to the floor where her car was, she looked at me. Seeing the perfect moment, I reached down just below her skirt and rubbed her thigh. I then moved my hand up to see if she really was without undies. She was. Good girl. Good dirty little girl. She rubbed my thigh as well and felt my cock coming to life.

We walked to her car and she unlocked the doors. I slid in and she sat down, put her keys in the cup holder and looked over at me, turning her body towards mine. I looked at her and felt her chest. She reached over and rubbed my thigh again. I went back to my pants and pulled my johnson out. She looked at it and started to stroke. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down.

She went right to work without a hesitation. She did some good work too as she had wonderfully plump lips. I reached over the small of her back and grabbed some of her skirt and pulled it up. I then ran my hand over her back yard and touched her slit with my finger. I poked the tip of my finger in and she gave more to the job she was working on.

I reached around to feel her chest and slit my hand into her shirt to feel her breasts. I rubbed them a bit more and then sat back and let her do some more work while I relaxed. I leaned the seat back then put my hand on the back of her head. She took her mouth off and was stroking asking if I felt good. I told her yes, this was great but I need to finish in your mouth. She looked at me a second, then smiled and went back to work. I ran my hand over her ass again and this time to her warm pussy. I tried to get as much of my two fingers in her as I possibly could. It was a little difficult from our positioning, but I was able to also stroke her clit for a bit.

When I was close to climaxing, I pulled my hand back over and grabbed her hair into a ponytail with my two hands. She continued and I told her a bit faster. She obliged and I used my hands to push her head down further and further though at a very quick pace. Using the back of the head with the hair is the perfect tool to teach proper speed. When I climaxed, I pushed my hands down hard and looked at her face as best as I could to see how she reacted to the result. She closed her eyes and swallowed a few gulps so that none would leak out.

She then cleaned it all up and licked it entirely clean. I laid back for a second to let myself rest and she looked at me. She asked if I had a good time and I said yes. I then zipped up and told her I had to go because it was after 9:00pm and I still had to go home and unpack. I told her I would call her later and got out of her car and walked down the stairs towards mine.

I never got the chance to meet up with her ever again, though I did text her once but she was out of town on vacation with her friends. I believe I still have her number but I have not tried to talk to her in at least 6 months. I wonder if she would send me some new pictures?

Spring Break Decision

So I figured that the few readers of these stories would want to know why I decided to move to Miami. That was simple, I was ready to go to graduate school and I applied to the graduate program at Miami. The reason I applied to the program at Miami was simple, I had a very nice time in Miami during a trip the prior spring. The trip I am talking about was a trip I had been planning with some college friends. I had been planning on going to Chicago, but this trip changed my mind.

We decided to have one more good time and we did not want to go anywhere we had all been before. This left us with few options and Vegas was out. A friend of mine, Allen (fake to protect him), suggested that we try going to a beach destination during our alma mater’s scheduled spring break. That way, wherever we ended up, we were bound to have college aged girls around since they all go to the beach for spring break. I thought his idea was brilliant so I agreed and we booked our trip. The choices were Miami and Mexico but Allen's passport was expired so we decided on Miami.

When we arrived, we had no idea what to expect. We were all working at the time, so we had some money to spend, but we did not have a whole bunch of money to spend. We got a taste for just how expensive this trip was going to be quickly.

We hopped in a cab, the four of us, and told the driver the hotel near South Beach. From the airport to the hotel was nearly $50 by cab. From the get go, I realized that cabs would be tricky since we seemed to take every back road to the hotel under the guise that we would not want to get stuck in traffic. No matter, $50 between four people is on $12.50 and of course Ted (again, fake name) did not have any cash. He agreed to buy my first drink that night so I covered for him.

After we checked in, we grabbed towels and headed towards the beach though I decided to stop off and grab some food beforehand. The sandwich shop I found was pretty good but the only reason I bring it up is because since that time, I have never found that sandwich shop again even after 6 years of living here. We spent the remainder of the daylight hours on the beach and we were enjoying our trip so far. Dinner was nothing special and figuring out our evening plans was difficult because we did not know which places to hit up.

The first place we went was a hotel lounge. This was terrible for four guys. I have told you about the success I had once I had moved there and hung out at those places, but those times had girls and the lounge seemed more like a chill spot that the girls I knew would enjoy. We stayed for all of one drink, though it was quite expensive per drink so we never went back. The next place we found was a dive bar.

From the lounge, we just started walking towards the places that locals had suggested and we walked past a dive bar near Lincoln Road. Ted convinced us to stop in for the sheer fact that there was college basketball on television and drinks would be more reasonably priced. The drinks were cheaper, but not cheap enough by our callow standards. I would have a lot to learn about Miami.

Of course the dive bar was exactly what you are probably imagining now. It had dark colors on the walls and floors. The lights were yellow. There was plenty of smoke. The owners had spent too much money on too many large TV’s. And it was a complete sausage fest except for the older, biker-like chicks at the pool tables with the old men with long hair. I was hating every minute of it. I came to Miami to have fun, not watch college basketball. Allen could tell I was ready and quickly signed out of his tab as I had paid cash for my one drink. Ted, the cheap-skate, did not want to leave, but I was ready and was going to leave him there.

Allen and I walked out and Buddy (close to his real name, but still not real) was behind us telling us not to leave Ted. I told Buddy that if Ted wanted to stay, that was fine with me. He knew the name and approximate location of our hotel and could always take a cab or walk back. He agreed, yelled inside for Ted and joined up with us on the curb. We waited about 30 seconds before we started walking to the clubs. Finally, Ted came chasing us out of the bar.

We walked a few more blocks and finally stopped in front of a bar/club called Snatch. It had some ropes up and security, but it was still early and way too early for Miami time so we decided to continue walking. We ended up at a place called Cameo. This place was great inside, but dead at the moment. We decided that only another hour or so and it would have people so we went inside. It was a pretty sparse crowd, but being spring break, it filled up quickly by 11:00pm. We started talking to random groups of girls as we could. Allen and I put in some good work at the bar for these two girls down for spring break from Kentucky.

I decided right after they had to go back to meet with their friends that with the next group of girls, the one I started talking to, I was going to try a new move. I was going to chat with her, be very aggressive with innuendos, then give her my number and tell her to call when she was ready. I don’t want to say that Cameo is the reason I came to Miami, but the next group of girls that I met at Cameo helped to form my opinion that Miami could be a very fun town for me.

They were sitting on these benches that were against the walls of the club. I had walked past once or twice that night going to the restroom, then walking around the dance floor. Finally, I went up to the bar to get a round of shots and drinks for Buddy and I. After I put in my order, I looked across the bar and watched as one of the girls in the group climbed onto the bar. Then, she laid down and the bar tender poured a bit of tequila in her belly button. Her friend then leaned over and licked the shot then grabbed a lime slice and bite into it.

I was convinced that the very next girls I would be talking to were those girls. I pointed them out to Buddy and he went over and asked them some stupid question. Friends with no game are so great for introductions. I saw the facial expressions of two of them which were broadcasting “creep” and quickly made my way over. I quickly diffused their dislike of us with two of them, but the third girl was still chatting it up with Buddy. Allen and Ted came over shortly thereafter and helped the struggling girl out. Allen was chatting with one girl along with Buddy and Ted and I each were acting interested in the other two.

In no time at all, I could tell I was in good, but I wanted to play this one right. I texted Ted about his girl to be discreet and he responded that she was cute and would ask for her number. Buddy was already losing compared to Allen and Allen was not all that interested. I leaned in and told my girl my number. She responded that she thought I was supposed to ask for hers. I said no, when you are ready and alone, you text me. We chatted for a bit longer and decided to head back to the bar Snatch.

It was after midnight, actually closer to 1:00am so of course we had to wait outside for a few minutes and pay a ridiculous cover charge to get in, but it was such a great scene once we were inside. The bar lined the leftside wall and on the right, there were sporadic poles with dancers on them. This was a bar and there were girls in underwear and cowboys hats dancing to house music mixed with hip hop and rock. It was amazing for us. This was unlike any bar I had ever been to and I was loving it.

Drinks were still ridiculous, of course, because it is South Beach. Otherwise, the girls around were fantastic and there was a mechanical bull but I don’t remember seeing anyone ride it. We walked to the small loft like area upstairs to get a view of the whole bar. Once we got up there, we had a second and third round of drinks. We only chatted with a few girls sporadically and I had to act like I was not trying to bring one back to the hotel room, but I would definitely meet a girl near the pool area.

The girl from Cameo, Melissa, texted me and said her friends were on their way home, but she wanted to know if I was still out. I told her I was and where I could be found. I made her wait outside as I finished my drink and convinced my friends that my “stomach was upset” so I needed to head back to the hotel. They told me to go to the restroom at the bar, but I quickly reminded them that the bathroom had restroom attendants who wanted tips and that this one would probably be a bad incident. They gave me hell about my decision and said they would meet me back at the hotel.

Much to their surprise, when they got home less than an hour later, I was not in the room. They called my phone a few times and texted to see if I was doing all right. I did not respond because I was in the middle of enjoying Melissa.

I met Melissa outside and she asked me where I wanted to go. I said to the beach of course and we walked from the front of the bar to the beach. We walked up close to the water but I spotted a large wooden box on the beach for beach chair storage and walked up to it. I sat down and leaned against it, looking back at the water. Melissa followed me closely and when she sat down, I leaned in and kissed her.

She grabbed the side of my head lightly, acting like she was in for some romance, but I knew better. I put my hand in her lap and pulled up the front of her skirt to start playing. She had shaved, so that was a bonus for me. She began running her hands up and down my thighs and I quickly came to attention. I broke of the make out session and undid my belt and fly and pulled out my cock.

Now I am not a huge guy by any means, but I know the average erect one is 5 inches and mine at 8 is large enough for many. However, Melissa was trying to make me believe that I had the biggest one she had ever seen. This was probably untrue, but she was a smallish girl of only about 5’1” so it was plenty big for her.

I pushed her head down and tried to squeeze it all in her mouth. She would not take all of it in but she never once tried to do anything else but sit there and work on the dome. She continued to stroke it while she was sucking and eventually I was close to climaxing. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it down in rapid motion to help myself along. She continued to keep her hand close to her mouth to stimulate my whole shaft.

When I finally blasted, I put both hands on the back of her head and allowed it coat all of her mouth. She started dripping some out, letting me know she had tried to keep it in her mouth and not swallow any of it. She did her best to clean it off me and leaned over and spit all her mouth’s contents on the sand. I laid back as my cock faded down. She moaned and said that it was perfect. It wasn’t, but I was not going to be a complete jerk. I had not allowed her to choose to take in her mouth but she gave no indication that she did not like it.

I walked with her until I was about two or three blocks from my hotel. I waved for a taxi and she got in and asked me to call her if I decided to do anything the following night. I lied, “sure thing.” And with that, I closed the door and the cab started down the street. I walked towards one hotel until I saw the cab turn and then made a hard left turn and continued walking back to my hotel.

I ended up texting her on our final night because the other two nights, we had no such success as I had that first night. She could not make it since she and her friends had decided to go to some place in downtown Miami. I never told Allen, Ted, or Buddy the truth of why I left that night. When they asked what happened I simply responded that I went to the beach and just sat there enjoying the cool night breeze. I’m not saying that Cameo, Snatch, and Melissa were the reasons I came to Miami, but they gave me a very warm welcome.

A Day at the Beach

As many of you already know, there are many beaches in Miami that tourists, visitors, and locals use. Many of the tourists and visitors want to see South Beach, and for good reason. For the locals, though, who really just want to go to the Beach, this creates a bit of a problem, especially with the lack of adequate parking in South Beach. Because of the crowds, many locals will choose to spend their beach days on Key Biscayne.

Key Biscayne is a wonderful little island that offers a bit of an escape from Miami. On this set of islands is the Miami Sequarium, the famous shanty town of Jimbo’s, and of course mostly empty beaches. When crossing over the bridge to Key Biscayne, one can notice that immediately after the tollbooth, there is a small island. This small island is where many people park their cars near the water and will swim, grille, and chill. There was also a surfing company that taught customers to windsurf or paddleboard.

On one such occasion, my friends and I had been talking about doing either one of these or both, so this particular weekend in late spring, we went. I should also note that this island and one other beach to my knowledge are free in Key Biscayne. The other beaches are parts of hotels or state and community parks and you must either stay at the hotel or pay to enter the park. For this reason, many people will use this beach with its free parking in contrast to going to the parks or down to South Beach and fighting for $10.00 parking.

When we arrived there, the beach was not very full since it was early. All of us paddleboarded for about an hour, then half the group decided to try windsurfing and the other half walked to the end and fished under the bridge. After the paddleboarding finished and before the windsurfing, a new arrival to the beach was there. She was in her very late 20s and was sunbathing. Now this beach is very small and why she chose to sunbathe where she would have to lay in a chair on top of several towels because of what would wash up and not get cleaned on this free beach is beside me, but never the less, she was there.

I got up windsurfing, but did not stay up very long as the wind was not strong enough to keep me up for very long and because I was just a beginner, I stayed closer to the shore. I noticed that this woman did not go very far, in fact she would go into the water a bit, splash water on her arms and face and then go back to lying in her chair. She even remained there after we completed our activities and got out friends who had been fishing.

I had driven that morning and taken a friend with me because he had stayed with this friend (with benefits) of his who lived near me after our previous night out drinking. He lived with another friend who met us there, so he rode home with him. This left me alone for the car ride home, and I was the last to walk back from the fishing pier. My friends left, and I had to empty out the small cooler filled with empty cans, so I was the last to leave. It was already 1:00pm and I was hungry.

Instead of following my instinct to get food, I decided to approach this woman and see if I could get her number. It was not difficult to talk to her because I could open with comments about the free beach. We chatted for a while, and though she sometimes seemed annoyed with being hit on. I guess she got hit on all the time, but who could blame her. She was nearly flawless and had perfectly latin curves with a bubble ass that made me drool.

We chatted for a while and she said something about being hungry. Instead of leaving the island to go eat, I told her I was about to go get lunch and invited her along which she agreed. I knew that no matter what happened, I was going to get her number and most likely eventually frosticate her chin and face.

We went into Key Biscayne village and stopped at a local outdoor eatery with sandwiches. It was a good, relaxed environment and we both had on our swimsuits in addition to other clothing. We talked a bit and I got some background information from her like where her family was originally from, Columbia (awesome; hot-blooded), and where she worked, cruise line industry. She also told me she liked to dance, which I committed to memory in case I ever wanted to ensure a good night with her, just call her up when I am going somewhere that has dancing.

She also told me about her ex-boyfriend because he works for the same company and what a jerk he was. Apparently, he was none to good in bed and she had really not been out much since they broke up months ago. I told her that we would have to change that. After lunch, I thanked her for the hospitality and accompanying me to lunch. She said she was just going home and started walking across the street.

I did not think of it at the time, but when I drove over and parked my car at the sandwich shop, I did not notice her car and thought that perhaps I had the wrong place in mind. It then became obvious to me when she started to walk back to her apartment or condo that she actually lived in Key Biscayne village. I yelled for her as she was half-way in the street and she came walking back towards me.

I asked her if she lived here, and she said yes, but her beach was crowded and wanted to try a new one. I told she obviously made a bunch of money or was heir to drug money fortune and she laughed and said no, pushing me back with one hand on my stomach. I told her I had to drive back over to my place but she asked me if I wanted to see her place. Now either I was dreaming, she was crazy, or she was just really missing it since her last boyfriend. Either way, I could not pass up this opportunity, especially with such a big backyard in a black thong covered by a white, sheer, long-sleeved shirt/dress.

We jumped in my car and drove over to her place and parked in the guest parking spots. We walked upstairs, me making comments about how nice it was to have a private place and how expensive it must be. She was slightly embarrassed and kept playfully asking me to stop. She lived on the 7^th or 8^th floor and it had a nice view. I took the opportunity to use the restroom and was sure to wipe the sand from around my crotch just in case she got to see it, which she would.

She offered me a drink and I gladly obliged. She excused herself to change out her swimsuit and into a t-shirt and shorts. I told her I was going to step outside to look at the balcony and the view. It was a very nice view with several boats out that day on the water. She came back and joined me on her balcony in cleaner clothes. Her hair was down and she still looked good, but was putting on a bit of homeliness for some reason. We relaxed in her lounge chairs and chatted while viewing the Bay. After I finished my drink, I took it inside and she grabbed the glass when I put it down and began rinsing it out.

When she finished, I walked right up to her and just stared into her big eyes for a minute. She looked at me longing, but a little startled. I knew she was open to it, so I kissed her hard. She returned the favor and I was soon pushing her back against her counter top. We continued this while beginning to feel up and down one another, taking heavy breaths in between deep kisses. I reached around and grabbed her ass and gave it a good squeeze. A few times later, I did the same thing again, this time reaching down towards the bottom of her ass.

Finally, I caressed the underside of her shorts and could feel her wet already. I did not want to go straight for sex with her simply because I hardly knew her. She was willing though, so I turned her around and kissed her on her neck from behind while rubbing her front up and down. I slipped one hand into her shorts and began rubbing her mound and lips a little and she moaned. She was definitely into aggressive type men so I went for more of that. I ripped her shorts down, and she stepped out of them.

I then put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it down onto the counter top, rubbing her pussy from the back. I slipped one finger in and she moaned again and reached up to brace with the countertop. Again I had to stop going so quickly because sex was coming in a bit and I was leading. I began with my fingers and eventually going on to the shocker. She loved every minute and never gave a word of protest or hesitation. I used my other hand to rub her clit and after a few minutes of this, she squeezed her legs and screamed. A bit of something like water tricked down her inner thigh and I knew now I was dealing with a light squirter.

After she caught her breath, I turn her around by her hips, then pulled her head down to suck on me for a bit. She leaned over and did a good enough job, but I guess she was uncomfortable because she repositioned herself kneeling in front and I was leaning against the countertop now. She continued and was careful rub my balss as she worked the shaft. She pulled off her shirt and began sucking aggressively. She did a great job this time and after a few minutes, I was ready to climax. When I did, she put her head back and aimed it all over her chest. It was surprising that I was able to get such a great blowjob from her but she did not ask to swallow.

I decided that the next time, I was going to pull her in and put it on her face. She had not protested anything else, so we would see if she would protest this. When I finished, she reached for a clean dish towel in a drawer and wiped herself off. She then handed it to me and I wiped myself off. Afterwards, I pulled up my shorts and she put her shirt back on but kept her bottoms off.

I told her she was amazing and that I hope we could meet again. She said she planned on it, so we exchanged numbers and I told her to call me if she ever wanted more. This was a mistake because she called almost every other day. It’s not that I did not want it, it was just that I did not want it from her that often because there were others to pursue and I had work and could not make the drive all the time. No matter, on weekends, I would have time and any time late at night I wanted some, I had another I could call at any time in addition to the 3 or 4 others. I would definitely have some of this again, even if only one time. First, though, I had to get tested.

Head at the Gym

Sorry about missing last week. The situation at the MIami airport delayed my travel until Monday due to cancelled flights. Enjoy.

There is a newer phenomenon occurring around this great country. The advent of social media coupled with smart phones is leading to newer and quicker ways of getting laid. This is one such story based upon the use of an iPhone app called Loopt. If you have never used this app or heard of it, it gives your approximate location, but not so close people could find your house or wherever you were, and gives some information about you that you input and allow others to see. You can then send them a message and they can in turn respond. People use it to meet other people. Of course college-aged people use it to get laid, which is exactly why I have it.

I have had this app for a while and it had not led to much more than simple chatting with others. I did get to email one girl for a while, but she never sent her phone number or anything else and it ended because she said that I would not take her seriously. I would not have taken her seriously because she thought she was going to move to New York, model, and rake in the cash even though she was not very cute nor did she model in Miami. Last I spoke with her, she was still working at the movie theaters. Guess I was right.

This most recent girl I had been chatting with was similar to others in many ways. We started off chatting with small talk but quickly delved into discussions about parties and then sex. She was a completely dirty girl who enjoyed the lighter side of humiliation. I did not ask to contact her yet because I had been seeing one of the grad students at FIU, who was a complete minx, and did not want to tell this new girl just yet for fear that she might decline any offer once I let her know the truth. How wrong I was is so obvious now.

One night while we had exchanged messages, she asked me if we would ever meet. I told her that we have yet to speak and I did not have her number yet. She responded by sending her number and I texted her just after that. She responded and said she was busy that night, but maybe we could meet up another night to which I agreed. I meant meeting was not exactly doing anything yet, though I was sure she would if I tried.

I changed into workout clothes and hit the gym. I did my usual routine which includes a light jog, then lifting weights, then playing some basketball. When I went into the locker rooms, I noticed a text message from her arrived so I checked it out. She said she could not wait to meet, that she had been thinking of some things we could do and ended the sentence with an ellipsis, which is a littel trite but whatever. She wanted to appear innocent, but it was a weak façade.

I responded that it sounds good and asked her what she was doing and put down my phone. I then changed out of my sweaty underwear and shorts into clean ones, put on my sandals, and walked out to my car, bag over my should. My phone vibrated in my bag when she returned my text as I approached my car. I put my bag in the seat, opened it up and pulled out my phone. Her text read: “working out on the treadmill right now.”

Now of course I was intrigued. I had walked by the treadmills on my way out, and had even glanced down the line at them. I did not realize that she might have possibly been one of the occupants at this busy hour, but then again, I was not sure she was even at the University Recreation center. So I asked her which gym. She responded: “Rec Center why you gonna come and stalk me?”

“No I just left there and in my car now”

“Really did you see me?”

“Not exactly but I did not know to look”

“Yeah I’m here and just about finished”

“Are you leaving after you finish?”

“Yeah I need to go home and shower silly”

“Why don’t you just come outside and we can say hello and actually meet”

“sounds good be out in a min”

I waited five minutes and saw her walk out into the parking lot. I got out of my car and approached her. “Hey there, Allie?”

“Yes, hi!” As she smiles at me.

We talk for a few minutes, mostly about school just because at this point, it is all we really have in common. I decided to ask her about the loopt app and see what she thinks of it.

“It’s a good way to pass time. Didn’t think I would ever meet anyone on it.” She says, giggling.

“Yeah, same here. I thought that it would be a possibility, but didn’t think it would ever happen.” I replied smiling.

She says she is about to go home because she needs to shower. She tells me it has not been a good week, and I lay it on, telling her the hardships I have had. She takes pity on me. I’m in because she's easy, she wants it, and I am going to give it to her.

I ask her back to my car, just so we can sit down and not stand up in the parking lot, blocking traffic. She agrees and walks with me to my car. I open my door and sit inside. I leave the door open to show that I am relaxed and not expecting anything, but I know better. I think she knows too but is not letting on.

We talk for a bit more, she tells me she had a crazy weekend. I said I did as well, but I did not get laid even though I stopped at the strip club for about 3 hours. She takes pity on me again. This is too easy it’s almost comical. She puts her hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I put my hand on her thigh and look at her with devilish eyes. She smiles and giggles quietly. I run my hand up the side of her body and she slowly stops smiling.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her head toward mine, kissing her hard. She grabs my shoulder and clutches her fist as she gets excited from the explosion of pent up secsual frustration. She rubs my crotch and I got so hard it hurt.

I pulled my cock out and she looks at it a minute and then at me. She smiled and leans down to begin sucking me like she wanted. I laid my head back momentarily and moaned to let her know how much I enjoyed it. She was good, and better than most because she has had practice. I could tell right away that I might want to have a test done on myself soon just in case.

She sucks for a while, and I let my hands wander on her body. It was difficult to expose her breasts in the car with her sports bra. I could easily feel her getting wet through her pants. She comes back up and wants to take a break for fear of getting caught.

“I just think someone might walk by, and you know, see.”

“That’s kind of why it’s fun.”

Before she goes back down, I pull her pants to her knees so that I can easily play between her legs. I put my other hand on top of her head to control her rhythm. I did not need to make her throat anything, she was very capable on her own.

After a few minutes, I put my seat back and concentrated on climaxing to make it happen quickly. She stopped though, to lick my balls and take her time. I let her do that for a minute but then grabbed my cock and pulled her face toward it and told her I am close. She continues to work and about two minutes later, I am ready to blast. I pushed her hand off my shaft and the put both my hands on the back of her head while I exploded into her mouth. She did not let a single drop fall out even though it felt like a nice load.

She takes her time cleaning it up and then pulls her pants over her waist. I thanked her and said that she had just fulfilled one of my fantasies because she had. I had wanted for so long to meet someone and get good dome work right after a workout and before my shower. I can’t imagine it smelled good, but she was the type of girl that wanted to sleep her way into having a relationship. Unfortunately for her, I knew her game and would not fall for her tricks.

She asked my plans for the weekend and told me to call her. She said, “if you want to meet up this weekend, let me know.” I told her sure thing. I meant that when I feel I need some more good head, I will text you because I will not let my friends see you; we will then go do what I want immediately where I want it and repeat the cycle until I get bored with you. “Have a good night.”

She’s met me three other times, twice when I was out drinking. She still loves to swallow.