Just a little caveat about the rest of this story: this isn't going to be some 14"-penis, she wanted it and we both knew it, fuck all night fantasy.Just a little caveat about the rest of this story: this isn't going to be some 14"-penis, she wanted it and we both knew it, fuck all night fantasy. It is based on something that happened to me nearly 7 years ago and is, to date, one of the most sexual experiences I've ever had. That's surprising because I'm older and much more experienced (and bolder) than I was back then. At any rate, please be forewarned that this isn't the Hollywood version. Lisa and I went out to have some drinks at a Mexican place later that week. We both looked good, having had some time to get over freshmen finals with some Miami sun. She wore a light, lemon dress that came to just above the knees and had a simple pendant to adorn her chest. Her hair was light brown to bronze (hard to describe) and her eyes were hazel. She stood 5'8" and probably weighed about 115 lbs. Her breasts were slightly delineated in the dress and their medium size looked soft to the touch. Her skin was smooth and clear, fairer than most, and her lips were full. I was wearing faded jeans and a knit shirt, had slicked back, dark hair and dark eyes, and a tan given to me by my Italian ancestors. I stood 5'11", 175 lbs with well-built soccer legs and an upper body that, although not large, was benefiting from the weight training I had been doing. After my second margarita, I knew I was probably going to start noticeably staring at her breasts. Our conversation was enjoyable, but it was getting late and my mental strength was being diverted. Nonetheless, I wasn't really considering any fooling around that night, since we had just met. My recent experiences with Melissa and college women were making me happy just being there with Lisa. |