School Spirit (L)

A few years ago, my husband Peter and I accompanied our high school daughter on a college tour. One of the campuses we visited was our own alma mater, a large Southeastern university where Peter and I met. We were so hopeful that our daughter would feel at home there.

The on-campus hotel was elegant and romantic. We had stayed there several times for homecomings, football games and alumni events. On this visit, they gave us a beautiful, large suite that could accommodate all three of us. It also had a huge luxurious bathroom. I was grateful for the family time together, but a little disappointed. I had hoped for some “hotel sex” with Peter. Now, that was definitely not on the agenda.

Much to our delight, however, our daughter was invited to spend the night in the freshman dorm with a friend. She jumped at the chance to get away from the ‘rents. This gave Peter and me an opportunity for some together time.

We went out to dinner at a funky college bar full of students, and talked as if we had met for the first time. We walked through campus and back to the hotel. The night air was crisp, and the faint smell of wood smoke in the air was a powerful aphrodisiac. I felt like a shy freshman falling in love all over again with a handsome senior boy.

I could tell my husband was feeling as nostalgic as I was. We held hands as we strolled. We stopped halfway back, found a bench, and began to make out like we were teenagers again. As we kissed, Peter slipped his hands inside my jacket. He unbuttoned my top and ran his fingers lightly over my breasts. I could feel a tingle start between my moistening thighs. I tilted my head back and passionately sucked his tongue and lips. We had not kissed like this in years.

By the time we got back to our room, I was ready to crawl all over him. I pushed him down onto the king-sized bed. We continued to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. After a few minutes, I excused myself to freshen up and change into my nightgown.

It was then that I noticed the large mirrors on the bathroom walls and door. A very sexy thought entered my imagination. I have always secretly wanted to watch our lovemaking. But I’m far too cautious to consent to videos. I’m also too insecure for a mirror on our bedroom ceiling.

But for some (wonderful) reason, hotels are just different. So, instead of putting on my nightgown, I took off all my clothes and slipped into one of the hotel bathrobes. When I went back into the bedroom, Peter was waiting, naked and partially under the sheets.

“Not so fast, buster,” I said. “Just because we made out for an hour, what makes you think you are getting into my panties?”

Peter laughed and pulled the covers back, revealing his sexy abs and a huge hard-on. I sat down beside him on the bed and began fondling his cock. He closed his eyes and smiled. My pussy ached for him.

“Baby, I need you to do something for me. I want to watch you fuck me tonight in that gorgeous bathroom. From behind. I want to watch your cock slide in and out. Are you game?”

Oh, he was game! He jumped out of the bed and pulled me into the bathroom. I kissed him passionately, then pushed him down onto the edge of the tub. I dropped to my knees to begin sucking his cock. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but watching this in the mirror got me so hot.

I took his cock all the way into the back of my throat, then came up for air. I stared into his eyes, then turned my back to him and pushed my ass into his face. Peter grabbed my hips and started licking me from behind. It felt so wild and different from our usual lovemaking routine. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

“Give it to me, baby. I want your cock inside me. Now.” I barely recognized my own voice.

Peter eagerly obliged. I raised my eyes so I could see his face in the mirror. His hard cock pressed against my bare ass. I reached down between my legs to guide him deep into my warm wet slit. As he entered me, I began urgently fingering my clit.

Within 30 seconds, I could feel an orgasm starting to grow from deep within me. Peter was now in complete control, and loving the show I was putting on for him. His cock was at a completely new angle. It was hitting areas inside me that were intensely pleasurable. His hips were slapping against my ass. I had to be careful not to hit my head on the sink!

“Babe, I can’t keep this up much longer. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum in my ass, baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard. Give it to me, lover. Give me your hard dick!”

Even though Peter’s cock was in my pussy and NOT my ass, the dirty talk did the trick. Peter began to groan and cum inside me. I could feel his already firm cock grow in size as he came. I reached down to cup and squeeze his balls as he emptied every drop of his juice deep inside my cunt. We came together in a wonderful mess of astonishment! We couldn’t believe we were still capable of such passion.

“I’d call that ‘the old college try,’ big fella,” I said as I stood up. His cock was no longer pinning me to the porcelain. “You came inside me. I guess that means that I’m pregnant and we are getting married. Oh Peter! Yes, of course I will marry you! Mummie and Daddums will be so happy! Where’s my ring? Can we go pick one out right now?”

“Sorry, Babe,” he laughed, jumping right into my role-play. “I have class in an hour, and then football practice. Meet me back here around midnight tomorrow. Meanwhile, you might want to pick up a few dozen rubbers. I have a feeling we’ll be needing those suckers this weekend. You’re a lucky girl to be dating a big man on campus.”

“Big is right,” I said, as his cock returned to life. I bent down and sucked the last drops of cum still dripping from the head of his penis. I could taste my own pussy all over his shaft.

“Let’s try out the bed,” I suggested. “I wonder how many couples like us have discovered in this room that they still have plenty of college spirit left!”

I stretched out on the bed. Peter wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled the back of my neck. His hands found my full breasts still wanting his warm touch.

“What in the world has gotten into you?” he asked. I looked up at him and gave him my best innocent college freshman smile.

“Please, sir. May I have another?”

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8 replies
  1. hornyGG says:

    Very hot story! Reading this has gotten my pussy nice and moist. Being able to watch yourself as you make love is very erotic indeed and nothing to be ashamed of.
    Ben and I made a video of our lovemaking session once and we love watching it together. It always inspires some hot fucking. Of course we also love watching it as we masturbate. But that goes without saying. ??
    Love your stories! Look forward to reading more in the future. God bless and stay horny!

  2. Johny123 says:

    You’re not alone. My wife and I enjoy mirror sex in the big wall mirror on our bedroom wall. It’s mostly my pleasure though. Seeing my erect penis bending up from my naked body adds to the eroticism. I can look over my shoulder as I mount my wife and watching my thrusts, which also adds to the sexual pleasure. I regularly masturbate (my wife knows, and she masturbates too) and watching myself masturbating in the mirror, watching my technique as my hand strokes and tugs, my thrust as I come, and my semen spurting, also adds to the eroticism.

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