Stroking her hair
She came slowly to a stop, we were just holding each other while I tried to
recover. I felt my penis shrinking deep in her. She was so wet…
“Lets go.”
“Back?”
“No…” Clair sad… “where ever you want.”
We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the corridor. It was 1:30 and the
people were still dancing. We walked down to the basement and got our
jackets. Hand in Hand we walked slowly back to our halls of residence. We
walked past Security to our Tower. Clair was living on the 7th floor where
as my room was on the 3rd floor.
“It’s up 4 more floors, mine or yours Tom…?” Clair asked me… “mine got a
nice view in the morning, we can see the sun rising.”
“Lets get up another 4 flours” I day with a smile.
“If you can wait so long?”
We kissed and I felt her hands on my jeans again. She pushed me down on the
stairs and she opened the buttons, pushing down the jeans and slowly taking
my soft dick in her mouth. She slowly sucked my, while I rested, softly
stroking her hair.