Back when I was still living at home, but starting college, we had a foreign exchange student staying with us. Amelia was from the Ukraine and I was crushing on her, hard. We were the same age, and she was so cute and exotic, tall and blonde, that I couldn't get her out of my head.
She hung out mostly with my sister. They were both on the volleyball team and Amelia was very athletic, always running or practicing; sometimes she shot hoops with me. She was quiet but friendly, and still working on her English.
There was really only one way to get her out of my head, and that was to give in and jerk off over her until I could think clearly again.
One Saturday morning, no one else was around. Amelia got in from her run and headed straight for the shower. Feigning that I was sleeping in, I tiptoed into the girls' room and there were her sneakers, her sweaty black yoga pants flung on the bed, and thrown carelessly on top, her black panties. I snatched them up quick and slipped silently back into my room, dark with all the shades drawn. I flopped back on my bed and admired my find, damp with her fragrant perspiration.
I drew in a breath and her lively, girlish scent set off a cascade of tingly pleasure, which landed in my boxers with an instant boner. Nothing else I could do but get myself off, so I draped those exquisite, still warm, filmy panties over my face so I could inhale her scent with every breath. I was thinking about her tight buns climbing the stairs, how she smiled gratefully when I explained some American slang, showing her how to shoot a jump shot correctly, her soft sighs when I gave her a back rub after a hard practice, those shy, pale blue eyes...
Then my door popped open and Amelia was yelling, "Greg! Do we have any more shampo-" I jerked up at her shocked silence and wide eyes.
"Hey, Amelia! Out of my room!" I tried to push her out the door and cover my package at the same time but she jammed her foot in the door and burst in.
"Greg what the fuck! Are those MY panties?" She held them up accusingly.
"Ah shit." I had nothing to say so I turned to the wall, my face beet red.
Quiet for a minute. Then softly, "Greg, look at me." I shook my head, twitched when she touched my shoulder. I peeked and she was looking at me anxiously. "Greg, don't be angry. I'm not mad at you." She blew a wisp of hair off her face. "Look, I have these feelings too! We can't, you know... but maybe… we could fool around?”
I nodded enthusiastically, hardly able to believe it, and Amelia dropped her towel. The object of all my lustful fantasies was standing right there in front of me, stark naked! We sat on the bed and our lips met in a long, luscious kiss.
Amelia’s hand slid down to my hard cock and wrapped around it, stroking gently. She bent to lick it, her warm, wet tongue exploring. With her steady stroking, it was a little too much, too soon.
“Hey, let me do you,” I said, my hand moving between her legs. Her smooth slit was very wet on my fingertips and her lips spread open as I caressed her. Shivering a little, she watched my fingers stroke and flick her clitoris, then turned to me and we kissed again.
She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, rotating her slim hips to grind her wet folds up and down the length of my boner. I gazed into her eyes, revelling in the wet warmth and the way our bodies fit so well together.
Her hips were moving to an irresistible rhythm now, and although I knew I shouldn’t, I guided my cock to the right angle to slide inside her, and she sank down on it, engulfing me with her heat. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in surrender to the blissful sensation.
She started raising herself up and down the length of me, and we fell into a slow, sensuous rhythm. My senses were filled with her, the aroma of sex and sweat and perfume, the sight and sound and feel of her. And then Amelia gave in to her climax, curling over me and gripping with her thighs, calling out in soft moans, squeezing me with her pussy, now liquid and slippery.
I was close, getting very stiff and ready to blow, so I lifted her off me. She grabbed my boner and stroked me until I came, spraying her from tits to thighs with my sticky jizz.
“Now I really do need a shower,” she grinned, kissing me briskly and sashaying out of the room, leaving me dazed and asking myself… Did that really just happen?
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