She was all glow-y, wearing this tight little t-shirt with her university name across it, and those those little sweat-pant material shorts college girls all seem to wear. And glasses. I’d never seen her with glasses.
“Eh,” she shrugged and grinned at me. “My contacts were feeling dry, I know, they’re dorky.”
They were, dorky that is, but in this obscenely sexy way. It was like those thick black rims just accentuated the whole dirty school-girl thing; like I wanted to tear every other stick of clothing off of her but the glasses and fuck her senseless while she’s cooed my name. They were “dorky?
?? like that nerdy girl who somehow doesn’t know how fucking unbelievably hot she is until the end of the movie.
Actually, right then even if I was two-thousand miles away in my study back home in Florida, I did want to tear those clothes of hers off. I caught a glimpse of her roommate Lucy giving a quick wave to Chelsea as she grabbed a backpack and headed out the door, and I grinned.
Now we could have some fun.
Chelsea started to turn back to me, and she started to open her mouth, but I quickly cut her off. “Shirt, off; now,” I growled, loosening the tie around my own neck.
I could see her blush pink and grin before she cocked her brow at me. “So demanding!” She said, giggling.
“Get it off, or I’ll come up there and take it off for you, young lady,” I said with a dark grin.
“You promise?” She whispered breathily in a way that had my cock rock hard in seconds. Chelsea bit her lip as she hooked her hands under her shirt and started to peel it off her lithe, sun-kissed body.
Jesus, I could look at that girls torso for days.
She was bra-lass, like she always was and how I fucking loved, and those cute, perky tits of hers capped with those dusky pink little nips had my mouth watering as I shrugged my shirt off and leaned back in my chair. “Jesus, I miss you.”
Chelsea grinned. “I really wish you were here.”
“Soon, baby. Another week and I can get away and head up there.”
Chelsea through me a fake pouty look. “Does that mean I should keep these on until you get here then, Mr. Harding?”
Fuck. Me. When she used that little innocent voice on me and called me “Mr. Harding”, I was fucking putty for her. That voice of hers had my cock hard enough to cut diamonds with whenever she broke it out, and right now as no exception.
She gasped as I unzipped and just pulled it out, with no preamble; her mouth opening in that adorable way it did basically every time she’d seen it as if my cock was the best thing she’d ever seen.
Yeah, I fuckin loved that look.
“Off, baby,” I growled, nodding at her fingers hooked under the waist of her tiny little shorts.
Chelsea bit her lip seductively as she suddenly brought her legs together and up in front of her as she leaned back in her computer chair, her toes point at the ceiling. She slowly licked her lip as she started to peel the shorts off her perfect little ass, and for a second, I was totally blown away at just how fucking sexy and confident this shy girl had become.
I groaned as I watched her peel the shorts off her ass and up her legs, and when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties under them as her fresh pink pussy came into view, I started to stroke my cock.
She bit her lip as she tossed the shorts away, spreading her legs and leaning back in her chair with her eyes locked on my dick. We’d done this before, of course, and by now, it was like her fingers instinctively dropped to find her wet slit.
“Jesus I wish I was there to taste that honey, baby,” I growled, watching her fingers push wetly through her sticky lip. My cock lurched in my hand, precum beading at the top and running copiously down the shaft as I stroked it hilt to crown while my nineteen year old sex kitten whimpered for me on screen.
Chelsea’s eyes fluttered shut as she slid a finger inside, her legs spread wide over the arm-rests of the chair and her feet on the desk; totally open and exposed for me. She brought her other hand down and started to rub her clit in small little circles while she fingered herself, and as she whimpered, I started to jerk it faster. I could see her perfect body tense and release as she gasped, her tight little asshole winking as she slid her fingers in and out of her wetness.
Suddenly, she looked me shyly before she reached for something off-camera.
Oh fuck yes.
They sleek little silver toy was also something I’d send her; a very dirty sort of care package for the college freshman. We’d only had a chance to use it once on camera together, and I my dick jumped in my hand at the thought of watching her use it again.
Chelsea gasped as buzzing shiny silver toy touched her clit, her fingers holding her gorgeous pussy open as her head fell back and a gasp tumbled from her lips. I growled and started to stroke my cock even faster as I watched her drag it down and start to ease the head against her opening. “Do it, honey. I want to watch you fuck yourself with it.”
Chelsea gave me a fake out again. “It’s not as big as you though.”
“One week, baby,” I growled. “One week and I’m going to give you every inch as much as you want.”