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TruestoryNote: I didn't write this true story of a chance encounter, a special friend wrote this for me as a present.
It was the middle of the interview season. I arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes early after a two-hour drive from home. I found my way to the conference/library room where a couple of other radiology applicants were awaiting the start of the day while enjoying the breakfast offerings of the program. I introduced myself and sat down in the middle of the table, facing the door. I was having a casual conversation, casual enough that I cannot recall the details, yet I can safely assume that it was either related to interviews or to medical school, when another applicant walked in. I may have been the first person that he saw or maybe no one else had caught his attention at first glance around the room. From the doorstep he directly came up to me. He then paused, seemingly taken by surprise, and while looking directly at me, said, You dont often see beautiful girls on interview trails. At that point, I realized that all of the applicants sitting around the table were suddenly quiet, observing the scene. Now, I was taken a bit by surprise by the unfamiliar frankness of a radiology applicant. Not knowing the proper interview etiquette of responding to such a comment, I smiled and introduced myself. He looked around the room and noticing another female applicant, quickly came to my rescue, Two good looking girls.
Soon the interviews had started. We were being called out one or two at a time and shortly returning to the conference room. It turned into a game of musical chairs, yet that applicant and I always found ourselves sitting next to each other.
As all of us were conversing about radiology and life questions in general, I could not help by notice his glance upon my legs. I did not surprise me that he was looking, because I was wearing four-inch stilettos. However, the fact that I felt his look so intensely was unusual. The interviews went well. Nevertheless, I could not ignore the mutual pull I felt with this stranger. This went on throughout the whole interview day.
The interviews came to an end, and I was planning on spending the evening in the university town where the program was located before heading home. I asked if anyone would like to join me. No one has dared, other than him. Is that an invite? he asked. Yes, replied I. As If we were walking through the hospital lobby towards the exit, he asked, You are a fun girl arent you? I looked at him and smiled demurely in response. You have no idea, I silently answered his question in my mind.
It was a sunny and an unusually warm day for the season and US latitude. We walked through the small college city, admiring the architecture, conversing about the medical school experience, family, philosophy, and of course, our choice of radiology. Noticing that the street was covered with ice patches, he offered me his arm to hold on to. I refused. A few moments later we reached another street that was laid out with cobblestones. He offered his arm again as I was doing a balancing act to keep my stilettos from getting stuck between the boulders lining the road. This time, I eagerly accepted. We continued talking with great ease of anything that came to mind as we walked arm in arm. If one can imagine the most perfect walk in an unfamiliar town with a complete stranger, this has to be it.
We found our way to the college library and walked into a smaller room branching off the main entrance. The room had high ceilings, tall bookshelves filled with old books and a librarian sitting in the front behind a desk. We proceeded to the only table in the back of the room that can easily seat twenty people around it, and sat down on the same side of the table. I had my legs crossed above the knee as we sat with our chairs facing each other. He picked up a random book from the shelf and moved a bit closer to me. We flipped together through the pages, discussing the artwork. A few minutes later, he leaned forward and while not breaking eye contact, took my right ankle into his hand and moved it toward him. My heart jumped, yet I did not stop him. He slowly stroked the medial part of my calf, moving his hand up to my knee and then back down to my ankle, slipping off the shoe. I was breathing heavy at he continued stroking my leg. He moved his chair even closer. My skirt slid up above my knees, as did his hands. We have not broken eye contact from the moment he touched me. As his hands approached my thigh, his mouth took on a shape of smile. I instantly knew why. He felt the lace of the thin fabric that was covering my legs. His smile widened, as he approached the end of the thigh high and had discovered the silkiness of bare skin above it. He took a deep breath and grabbed a book from the shelf behind him. He motioned for me to sit on his lap. Much better, he said, feeling the roundness of my ass against him. The book turned out to be Lord of the Rings. We were turning the pages together, looking at colorful illustrations, as he continued stroking my thigh under the table. He put his lips against the side of my neck, and I could feel his warm and moist breath. He lifted my chin and turned my face towards his. We then kissed.
The closing of the library was announced. Lets get out of here, he said. He took me by the hand and led me out past the librarian who was blushing with a bright shade of red. Dusk was approaching and the clouds were lit up with deep purple of the setting sun, as we walked back to my car.
I opened the back door of my SUV and leaned over the seat to reach for something. He pushed me inside the car, followed me himself, and closed the door behind him. Now we were finally alone without the stares of the applicants or the librarian, although the car was parked at a major city street. He sat in the middle of the seat and putting his arm around my waist, pulled me closer to him. I got on top his lap, facing him. My skirt rose up even higher than in the library, exposing the lace of the thigh highs and the bare skin above it. He bit on his lower lip admiring the view above him. He then kissed me on the lips and parted them with his tongue. As we exploring the wetness of each others mouths, I was grinding on top of him. I could feel him getting really hard, as his cock was pressing against me. The windows of the car were fogged from the heat of our bodies and the moisture of heavy breathing. I took off my long coat and the sweater under it. He masterfully unbuttoned my blouse, in which I looked so proper only several hours ago. As I danced on his lap, he grabbed me at the waist and slid his hands up my stomach and then up to my shoulders. He slowly lowered the bra straps, exposing my breasts. He cupped them with his hands and began sucking on one. His wet tongue felt so good moving around my nipple. He then squeezed my breast tighter as he bit on it. He then sucked on the other breast while holding it in his hand. It was so hot watching him, with his mouth on my nipples, that I could feel my pussy getting wetter with each swirl of his tongue. Without taking his mouth off my tit, he moved his hand over my panties. He looked up at me smiling, finding nothing by a thin piece of a fabric soaked wet. He moved the thong to the side of my pussy and slid his finger inside of me. I let out a sigh of finally being entered. Yet, my frustration was not relieved, but only grew stronger, as he moved his fingers in and out of my pussy, starting real slow. I was moaning with pleasure. He turned his fingers as he moved them in and out, faster and faster. I was getting really close to cuming and I begged him to stop. Instead, he lay down across the back seat, lifted me up and straddled me across his face. My skirt was at my waist, and was still wearing the thigh highs and stilettos. He sucked on my clit, lightly biting on it. He used his fingers as a dildo to fuck my pussy, moving them in and out. I was riding on his fingers that were soaked with my juices. I pressed his head against my pussy so that he can suck on it harder. His tongue felt so good on my clit as he fingered me. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy, knowing I could not hold out any longer and that I would cum any second. My pussy began pulsating and I felt my whole body shake, releasing the orgasm. My pussy came all over his mouth and he drank with satisfaction, smiling as he watched me cum.
My heart was beating fast and I was still feeling the pulsations of the orgasm running through me. I lay across the back seat and I began playing my pussy. He was leaning across the opposite back door, watching me, while stroking his cock. I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth. He was already rock hard, but I could feel him expanding even more in my mouth. I sucked on his cock, moving my head up and down with my lips pressed tightly around it. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft and around the head of his cock. It was like a giant lollipop that I liked sucking on. I stroked the base with my hand, shoving his entire cock inside my mouth. The head of the cock was hitting the back of my throat almost making me gag, but I continued to suck on it. His hand placed on my head rose and lowered with each move. I took his shaft out of my mouth, so that he can watch the string of spit stretch between the tip of his cock and my lips. I moved faster and faster as he was really hard and ready to burst. I felt his body tense up and then his cock contracted violently inside my mouth. I felt the cum shot deep inside my throat. My mouth filled with delicious warm salty fluid and I swallowed it, hungrily sucking out the last drops from his cock.
I could still taste him in my mouth.
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