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'Handicap Bathroom' - College Student Sex Story
The hallways were silent on the bottom floor of the building so that their feet could be heard slapping against the linoleum.
“Shhhh,” she whispered as she leaned up against his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” he whispered back, playing along, “I’ve never been down to this floor.”
She stopped abruptly causing him to bump against her ass. She turned and looked at him. He was all gangly legs and arms, which made sense seeing that he was only 18. She looked him over so that he could see her appreciating him. She looked her fill at his mop of sandy brown hair, startling blue eyes, and innocent smile. She kept going down, past his button down shirt and blue jeans, all the way down to his large black shoes.
“What are we doing here?” he asked, and much to his chagrin, his voice broke. He went pink in the face. He had been watching her from across the class all semester and to actually be hanging out with her was making him nervous.
She put her hand on his chest and grabbed his shirt. She turned and swung open the door to the handicap bathroom pulling him in behind her. It was a large single bathroom that rarely saw anyone as it was tucked away in the basement of the Arts wing. The room had a long, solid looking counter at the far end and was clean from its lack of use. She locked the door.
“I didn’t know this was here,” he said taking in the surroundings.
She turned and pressed herself up against him.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all semester,” she murmured into his ear. She started laying little kisses on his neck. She took small licks on his neck and he shivered.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. All semester he had been trying to make an impression on her. She was hot and way out of his league. He was just some young punk in his first semester of university and she was in fourth year. The luck that they were even in the same elective made him feel blessed. She was all about wearing tight button down cardigans that displayed her firm, round breasts perfectly. Her pants were always wrapped snuggly around those soft thighs and they clung to her ass making it hard for him to concentrate on the professor. He could feel himself becoming aroused as her tongue darted over his collarbone. Her hands were around his back where they gripped on to his belt; she was holding him closely to the length of her body. She let out a sigh against his neck.
He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She was smiling like a Chester cat, so satisfied. He took her face in both of his hands and kissed her firmly, softly, and a slow melding of their tongues began. The way their tongues were dueling was foreshadowing how they wanted to fuck each other. Both were saying every bit of how badly they wanted the other’s flesh by stroking each other’s lips and tongues. Soon she was rubbing her body up against him. He reached down, re-adjusted himself through his jeans; he was completely hard now. He put his large hands on her ass and pulled her crotch tight against himself, thereby letting her feel the length of his cock. She let out an appreciative moan in his mouth. This was what she had been hoping for when she’d first contemplated seducing him.
She had been glancing at him sitting next to her in class and had lost track of what the professor was saying. He was absorbed in staring at the page of his textbook, but it didn’t look like he was any more focused on class than she was. He looked up, and for a moment caught her eye with an honest open look; it felt like he knew what she was thinking.
“Can I borrow a pen?” he had asked in a shy voice tinged with mischievousness.
Maybe he didn’t know what she was thinking, but he was adorable.
She slipped him a pen and watched him doodle away. He was a couple of inches taller than her and she liked the solid nature of him. He had a casual, hyper appeal that made her want to knock his socks off, or have him knock her socks off, or both.
He was kneading her ass. Slowly, while keeping her close to him, he backed her onto the wall. She was startled to feel the cold tile through her blouse. He slipped one of his legs between her thighs and pressed her backwards. Their bodies were moving in rhythm and she was getting so worked up that she squeezed his thigh between hers. He stepped back from her and she took a deep breath. He looked her over. He put his hands directly onto her tits and gave them a squeeze. He looked at her with a frank smile; it said that now he really believed what was happening. His hand slid into her blouse, pushed inside her bra, and gave her nipple a pinch.
“Oooooo” she squeaked, half in pain and half in joy that he was going to have her on her toes. His hands were softly stroking, cupping, and feeling the feather softness of the underside of her beasts. He ran the back of his hand over her nipple, flicking over it, and it gave her tiny jolts of pleasure. He was holding her beast in his hand and the nipple was a pebble in his palm. He squeezed her breast while leaning in towards her. Her breathing was deepening making her breasts heave a little in his hands. He was kissing his way up her neck. She tilted her head back as he got under her chin, he crawled along the edge of her jaw, and planted her a big kiss on the lips. For a second they kissed with almost sloppy passion they were so excited.
He had his fingers tugging at the buttons of her blouse while she slipped her fingertips under the edge of his shirt. She was running her fingers on his flesh, feeling his contours, and making a visual picture of what she was feeling with her hands. He made quick business with her shirt and bra and had her topless in moments. He pushed her shoulders back onto the cold wall and explored her breasts at his leisure. She liked watching him look at her; he looked so pleased, so unexpecting, and so hot. She unbuttoned his shirt and he stopped feeling her up to slip it off. They pressed back together and her nipples were raking over his chest making them tingle. In fact, all of her was tingling. His hands were roaming over her body.
Suddenly, he reached under her bottom and picked her up. He took a couple of strides and set her down on the edge of the counter. She leaned back on her hands and he fondled her again. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. He was tugging on it; he was sampling it, and he was pleased. She was moaning now, trying not to be too loud, but every once in a while he would bite her and she couldn’t help but squeal. He was just as much fun as she had hoped.
He leaned up and kissed her. Their bodies were lined up perfectly and his cock was rubbing her clit through their jeans.
“Ummm,” she said, “we should do something about these.” Her hands were on his belt buckle.
“Hell yeah,” he exclaimed. He hadn’t been sure if they were actually going to fuck and he was bursting to get out of his pants.
They hurriedly undid each other’s pants. She pushed off the counter with her hands and he pulled off her panties and jeans in one fell swoop. She tugged down his zipper and dropped his pants. He was left standing in his boxers. He was staring at her body and taking in all of her curves. She was tall for a woman and there was a lot take in; head to toe and back his gaze went over her. She was splayed on the counter and her cunt was already wet. He pushed his finger inside her before she could reach him to tug down his drawers. She leaned back and spread her legs a bit further across the counter top so she could feel his entire finger. He was working her cunt gently and she loved every bit of it. He had firm fingers, which he kept on flexing inside of her. She closed her eyes, but she could feel his eyes on her; she sensed him smile as he made her groan. Her arm hair was on end, but she didn’t know if it was the chill from the basement air or him working her. He was feeling her pussy, pushing here and there, testing the waters for a hidden treasure. He pushed harder. He put two fingers in her like it was nothing; she was soaking the counter. He worked her harder until his palm was bumping her clit as his fingers pushed all the way in. She leaned her ass towards him and bit her lip. This was how she loved it. He was finger fucking her and it was driving her crazy when he smacked into her clit.
She slipped her fingers over his boxers and pulled his waistband down to get a firm grip on his cock. He pushed his drawers off his hips and stepped out of them. She could see what she had been wondering about all semester. He was so beautiful. He had a long, thick cock. He wasn’t circumcised and she pulled back his foreskin to get a better look. He was going to fill every inch of her cunt. She could feel herself clenching just from seeing him. She let go of him and he made a little sad face, but before he could say anything, she put her a couple of fingers in her mouth and began to suck on them. He somehow got harder from watching her lick her fingers until they were slippery. She put her hand on the tip of his cock and it quivered in answer. She let her fist slide over him making his cock glide through her palm.
“HELLO”
They froze.
“Hello,” floated through the grate of the door, a little more uncertainly, “are you going to be long? I really need to go?”
He looked at her, but she didn’t say anything; it was a men’s bathroom. He got a weird look on his face and he tried to think of what to say. He looked down at her hand, which hadn’t let go of his cock.
“YES, YES,” he shouted like he was in pain, “I’m going to be here for a really, really, really long time.”
She covered her mouth to stifle her giggles.
“Oh, you are?”
Neither said anything.
“Alright then,” he said and they could hear the man’s wheelchair squeak as he wheeled off to find another handicap stall.
“Where were we?” she said to him.
“I think I was right about here,” he whispered as he slipped his fingers into the depths of her pussy. She gasped and tightened her grip on his cock instinctively. Now it was his turn to groan. She was moving her fist over her cock in long slow movements from the root of his cock to the tip. She stopped at the tip and let her fingers trace the edge of his head. He stepped closer to her and pulled his hand out of her pussy. She began to rub the head of his cock on to her clit, which was standing at full attention. The smoothness of his cock felt so right pressing on her clit. He was massaging her breasts again. They looked at each other.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. He stepped closer still. She was holding his cock and slowly inserting it into her cunt. He left it up to her at first, but she wasn’t letting him penetrate her all the way. He was soon nudging his hips forward trying to get more. She was wet and stretched from his fingers; he went in perfectly, except that she wouldn’t let him do more than nudge his head into her pussy. Her thighs were locked onto his hips. He looked at her and she was smiling this devilish smile that he saw sometimes in class. Now he knew what it meant: she wanted to torment him.
He pulled back a little, and she let out a little sigh and inched forward. As she leaned in towards him he grabbed her hips and pushed into her hard. She gasped and tilted her head back; he slid fully into her. The sweet friction of him filling her made her shudder. Her arms crept along his arms onto his shoulders so that she could arch her back and tilt her hips. He braced himself: one arm was against the tiled wall behind her head and other hooked one of her legs to open her to him entirely. He was fucking her slowly, deeply, and she gave herself to him.
They were building up a light coat of sweat that gleamed under the bathrooms fluorescent lights. The only sounds were their heavy breathing, her ass squishing into the counter, and the suction of his cock thrusting into her pussy. She brought her heels onto the edge of the counter. She was steadying herself on the counter so he could fuck her faster, harder and her cunt answered in kind by getting wetter and wetter. He leaned in and kissed her. She licked his lips, darting her tongue over them, and the sight of her tongue riveted him. It was so pink, soft, almost velvety. She was so sexy. He could feel his balls tightening and stopped for a minute.
“Hold on,” he muttered as he closed his eyes. She was getting him so hot he needed to take a rest. There was a deep silence as he got his breath under control. When he opened his eyes she had started to stroke her clit. She had her eyes closed now and was rubbing herself with long sure stokes. She let out a little moan. He took up where he had stopped and found that she felt softer now, which he hadn’t thought possible. He ran his hands up and down her thighs and she smiled at him. Her eyes were barely open as she began thrusting her hips out towards him. It took them a moment to find their rhythm but soon they were matching each other. He was going deeper into her, and as his cock got harder, she could feel him touch every inch of her cunt. She moaned loud. Neither one was giving any thought as to whether the people passing by in the hallway could hear them. They were beyond caring.
“Don’t stop,” she said sulkily when he paused for a moment. He had pulled back and was just giving her the tip of his cock now. He was torturing her and she could see the sneaky little gleam in his eye as he suddenly bumped her. He pulled back again and let her squirm her hips.
“Give it to me,” she said in a deep rasp. The sound of her words made him ache to fuck her with violent passion, but she had been getting him riled up all semester and this was payback time. He bumped into her again and pulled out before she could enjoy him being all the way inside her. He kept this up until she gave up and waited in anticipation for the next smack of their bodies. He had her moaning noisily and he loved listening to her whisper little ‘pleases’ to him. He wouldn’t stop though. Bump, bump, bump, he kept up his teasing pace.
“I’m going to cum,” she moaned suddenly.
“Please,” she said, no longer whispering, “please, please, please!”
He grabbed her hips in his hands and fucked her. She was so slippery that he had no problem fucking her hard. Her pussy tightened around him.
“I’m cumming…” she practically shouted and he swooped in and kissed her.
She was shouting into his mouth as he rubbed his tongue over hers. His could feel his balls ache to unload in her. He thrust hard and kept his cock deep inside her, grinding himself against her. His chest tightened, he groaned, and let go. He came long and hard; it felt like he couldn’t cum fast enough. He gave her a series of little bumps as he pumped every last bit of cum into her wet cunt. His body gave a couple of final shudders against her. Their panting breathes filled the tiled room and the mirror behind the counter had fogged up. They were wearing dreamy post-coital expressions.
“Do you have class now?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“No” he whispered into her ear.
He pulled out his cock, which was covered in both of their juices. She let out a little sigh as she cleaned herself off.
“I live right off campus, you know,” she said with a dirty smile.
He just smiled back and winked.
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