Don't Know What She Was Thinking

Beth was one of the young women in my Greater Vancouver high school grad class. She hung out with a snobby bunch who treated me kind of shabbily, although she was usually nice to me. Beth had a very pretty face and a nice juicy ass and hips that looked good in her jeans and summer dresses. Superficial little jerk that I was, I could never really get past her absolute lack of boobs. This girl was as flat-chested as they came.

Flash forward to five or six years after grad, and I was in the old Ritz Hotel beer parlour with a bunch of friends from work. There was another large group of people who obviously worked together sitting at the tables near ours. I got that feeling you get when somebody is looking at you surreptitiously and when I looked closer I recognized Beth, who gave me a subtle little wink and wave. People started leaving from both groups and Beth gestured to me to sit with her.

I sat in the chair next to her and our thighs brushed against each other. I immediately went boner and Beth seemed to notice the tenting in my suit pants. We were a bit buzzed and she had no objections when I kind of ran my hand over her lap. There was an obvious build-up of sexual tension going on between us and I flat-out asked her if we should get a room. She said yes.

I paid cash for a room for the night and we went into the elevators. We kissed a bit before the doors opened on our floor and we went to our room and entered it. Beth slid her tongue into my mouth and we fell back on the bed, me between her legs as we ground against each other. She asked me to turn off the lights and I did so except for one on the far side table. We undressed.

Although she had nothing really in the way of breasts, Beth did have some very large, prominent nipples going on. Her belly was absolutely flat and she had a wonderful thick, light brown pubic bush. My tongue and lips went instantly to her labia and clit as I took in the scent of her aroused pussy. She asked, “You like doing that?” I couldn’t really answer as my mouth as otherwise occupied, lapping patiently at her perfect slit.

Beth started caressing the back of my head and humped her snatch faster into my face. She came hard, almost screaming, and pulled me up. I slid slowly into her exquisitely tight cunt and fucked slowly and easily. She felt so fucking good and I wanted to build up my cum, so went into start-and-stop mode. Her long legs were drawn back and she kind of dug her heels into my ass as I thrust in and out of her.

I was getting closer and closer to what felt to be an absolutely massive cumshot, when Beth said, “You better not cum inside me. I’m not on birth control and I don’t believe in abortion.” I had been drooling pre-cum from my cock for a good long time, and it only takes one spermatozoa to fertilize an egg. I couldn’t believe Beth’s irresponsibility, although I had been just as guilty of assuming she was protected.  I pulled out of her hot, wet pussy and long-stroked my meat. I shot a huge load, rope after rope of semen all over her smooth belly and hard nipples, as inexpressible pleasure coursed through my genitals. A lot of my thick cum wound up on Beth’s cunthair. Just a big, cummy mess and my balls and perineum were actually aching from shooting off so much, and so hard.

Beth moaned, “I love cum,” and rubbed my jizz all over her chest. We dressed and silently left the hotel. She left me a phone message at work, saying we’d dodged the bullet.

I didn’t see her again until the 25th anniversary of our grad. I had checked the grad website and Beth had said she definitely wasn’t attending, so my wife and I went having been married for 14 years. Of course, pretty much the first thing I saw was Beth with some of her friends on the other side of the room. She looked quickly at me and pushed out what looked to be a decent boob job, but mercifully stayed away from us the rest of the evening.