Windows to the Soul

I decided to sneak in a little fun just prior to finals. I called Joyce to set something up with Sara, but I found out that Sara is no longer available. Joyce recommended “Alexis” instead. I took her advice, prepared myself, and drove downtown to the high-rise apartment complex where she based her incall.

Upon arriving, I was buzzed in. I surreptitiously made my way through the lobby to the elevator. I got off on the 16th floor and found the apartment. I rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened slightly.

“Philip?”

Alexis is a tall, cool blonde. Her blue lingerie showed off her attractive figure. She offered me a bottle of water, and we made our acquaintance. Our conversation was brief. Soon she invited me to join her in the bedroom.

She invited me to “get comfortable.” She put on some Sade for ambiance. I undressed and removed my glasses. Unexpectedly, she stared into my eyes.

“They say eyes are the widows to the soul,” she said.

She maintained eye contact as she dropped to her knees and started pleasuring me orally. The sight of her staring at me with my cock in her mouth was exquisite. I ran my fingers through her long blonde locks. Her gaze triggered something. Before I anticipated it, my balls tightened; I had reached the point of no return.

I came in her mouth.

She got up and excused herself to the bathroom. I apologized upon her return, but she reassured me there was nothing to apologize for. She invited me to join her on the bed. She briefly asked me about my studies. Then she gently stroked me. I quickly got hard again. She covered me with a condom and lay on her back, her legs spread. I entered her and started to rock my body on top of hers. Her legs clasped around me. Increasing my pace, I thrust deep inside her. Perspiration trickled down my face. I fucked her intently, compelled by the pursuit of ultimate pleasure. Then my body spasmed as I could no longer restrain myself. I collapsed on top of her, satisfied.

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