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Adventures in a dorm room.  

rm_SgCasanova 48M
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6/7/2013 2:27 am

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6/7/2013 5:17 am

Adventures in a dorm room.

I was supposed to meet Brunetta (the gym MILF) for lunch today, but an hour before our date, she called to take a rain check-- something up with the apparently.

"Sorry for the let-down darling", she'd cooed. "I'll make it up to you, promise...next week perhaps?"

So next week it is then: next week, when the husband's not in town, when she could send the over to her sister's, and when J's off again on a flight.

And just when I thought I was facing a prospect of a horribly dull afternoon and having to lunch alone, Izzy called and "demanded" to know if I was going to pick her up after her classes. I'd decided initially on meeting up with Bru, and since that lunch date wasn't going to happen, I settled for Izzy, and "apologised" for being too busy to reply about meeting her.

We ended up at a Fragrance hotel room on the west side near the uni after a simple lunch at Vivocity, and she'd wanted to show off her new pair of<b> crotchless </font></b>panties that she had under her short skirt. Goodness, if that was what she'd been wearing, her undergraduate classmates probably had a good view of her lovely shaven pussy during tutorial classes or something.

We had sex while she kept the panties on. I was admiring her tan lines from the weekend she'd spent at Sentosa with her boyfriend, and the two toned glow seemed to accentuate her brown nipples more-- nice and perky to look at as we fucked.

Izzy was particularly insatiable today, and she didn't seem to get enough even after I'd come twice and our two hours were up, so we did something that we hadn't done before: head to her room at the hostel, and went for more hard rocking action on that single bed in the room.



I was getting concerned at some point about her loud moaning and sighs as we had sex in her room, and I was sure I wasn't imagining it when someone in the next door rooms (or probably the rooms above or below us) started blaring loud music. I'd forgotten what it was like to be doing it in a college dormitory, and it was nice to be reminded of the days and nights when I was having fun in my own dorm room in my undergraduate days.

The thing about an undergrad's room was that regardless of the gender, things would be in a perpetual mess, and in Izzy's case, she was careless about leaving her clothes and undergarments around.

"Geez, how do you know which are the clean ones from the soiled ones", I teased as I held up a pair of black panties she'd strewn carelessly on a nearby chair. She didn't want to answer that one, but instead took the panties, rubbed them on her pussy for a while as she continued to moan and sigh, then handed the pair of damp panties back to me.

"These are for you. Happy belated birthday, darling", she teased in return.

Which explains why I had a pair of black wet/soiled woman's panties in my trouser pocket after my little tryst with Izzy, and throughout dinner with J. I couldn't help reaching in to feel at them from time to time over dinner and think back to just how deliciously horny Izzy had been this afternoon, and I couldn't help but grin to myself at the recollection of how she had to peek out from behind the door of her room bare-bottomed and clad only in a tiny t-shirt to "check if the coast was clear" when it was time for me to go.

Izzy texted me halfway through dinner. "Had fun at the dorm", her first message read; "Be careful she doesn't find them!" read her second message, referring to her panties.

Well find them J won't, for they're now in the pocket of my coat which in turn is hanging in the car...and I'm pretty sure I'd be still thinking about the afternoon's adventure while at work tomorrow-- fingering and playing with Izzy's panties, no doubt.

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