The bell tolled at the end of the last class. The college quad buzzed with the chatter of students packing their bags and planning the evening. Amidst the chaos, I spotted Manasa. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail that swayed as she walked.
She looked up, our eyes meeting. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile that hinted at the shared secret we had. “Hey,” she said, approaching me with a lightness in her step. “You found the spot yet?” I nodded, leading her away from the bustling crowd. “Follow me.”
We strolled through the deserted hallways. The sound of our footsteps echoed off the walls painted with murals of past student achievements. We climbed the stairs to the top floor of the humanities building. The unused classrooms held a sense of quiet that was a stark contrast to the vibrancy outside.
At the end of the corridor was a door with a faded ‘STAFF ONLY’ sign. I pushed it open with a gentle force, revealing a staircase that spiralled upward into the darkness.
“Where does this lead?” she asked, a touch of excitement in her voice.
“The roof,” I whispered, taking her hand. “It’s the perfect spot.”
We ascended the stairs, each step bringing us closer to our clandestine rendezvous. The air grew thicker with anticipation as we climbed. Finally, we emerged onto the rooftop, greeted by a panoramic view of the college campus before us.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow that painted the scene in shades of gold and pink. The distant sound of laughter and shouts from the playing fields provided a backdrop to our private world. The rooftop was littered with forgotten chairs and desks.
I led her to a secluded corner. Large air conditioning unit created a cosy space blocked from view. The metal was still warm from the day’s sun. She leaned against it, her eyes searching mine with a question.
“Do you remember our first kiss?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the college coming to life outside.
“How could I forget?” I replied, stepping closer. “It was at that party, right before it started to rain.”
Manasa’s cheeks flushed at the memory. “Yes,” she said, her eyes sparkling with the recollection. “You grabbed my hand and pulled me into the garage.”
I stepped closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine. “And we danced in the rain,” I added, “until we couldn’t ignore the fire between us any longer.”
Our lips met again, the kiss a silent promise of what was to come. It was a kiss filled with the intensity of unspoken words. The yearning of a thousand stolen glances. The passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface since that fateful night.
Her arms wound around my neck. Pulling me closer as if she could never get enough of the feeling of us together. The taste of her mouth was as intoxicating as the first time we had kissed. A sweet blend of mint and a hint of the coffee we had shared earlier that day.
With trembling hands, I reached for the button of her jeans. The tension in the air thickened as I unzipped them. She gasped softly as I slid my hands down the smooth fabric, feeling the curve of her hips. The heat emanated from her body. The moment my fingers grazed her panties, she leaned into me.
Her breathing became ragged. The fabric was indeed soaked, a testament to her desire. The realization sent a thrill down my spine, making my arousal grow even more intense. I hooked my fingers into the wet fabric and tugged them down her thighs, revealing the treasure that lay beneath.
She stepped out of them, leaving them in a pool around her ankles. Her eyes never left mine as she reached for my shirt. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons in her haste. I helped her, eager to feel her bare skin against mine. We were two college students driven by hormones and desire.
We found refuge in each other’s arms on a rooftop that felt like it belonged only to us. With her panties discarded, I placed my hand back on her. Feeling the smoothness of her skin. I traced the line of her pussy, teasing the edges before finally finding her clit.
The moment my thumb made contact, she let out a soft moan, her legs buckling slightly. I held her up, my other hand pressing into the small of her back. I began to rub her in slow, deliberate circles. Each movement of my thumb was a silent question.
Her breathy answers grew more frequent as the tension mounted. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. Her legs began to tremble, and she leaned heavily against the air conditioning unit for support.
The sound of our kisses grew muffled, overtaken by the rhythmic sound of my thumb gliding over her clit. The air around us was electric, charged with the scent of her arousal and the heat of our bodies. My other hand slipped between her legs, my middle finger seeking entry.
She was already wet. I curled my finger, feeling for the spot that would make her moan louder, the spot that was the centre of her pleasure. When I found it, she gasped into my mouth. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily. I stroked that spot with the precision of a maestro playing a favourite melody.
Her moans grew more urgent. She began to rock her hips in time with my movements, creating a delicious friction that had her panting. I could feel her body building towards something explosive. Something that would shake us both to our cores.
The sound of her breath hitching and her nails digging into my skin was all the encouragement I needed. I added another finger, filling her. The way she tightened around me was a heady rush of power and desire. With my thumb still working her pussy, I found the elusive g-spot.
The magical place that made her legs give out entirely. She let out a cry. I held her up, supporting her weight as she leaned into the pleasure. Her wetness coated my hand, a slick reminder of the passion that flowed between us. Her breathing grew erratic.
Her chest rose and fell in a symphony of need that had me on the edge of my release. The sensation of my middle finger curling inside her was like nothing else. Her walls tightened around me, urging me deeper. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the rooftop.
Each stroke was met with a shiver, a gasp, and a whimper that grew in intensity with each passing moment. I could feel her building. Her body wound tight like a coil ready to spring. The air was thick with desire. The world outside the confines of our makeshift love nest faded into oblivion.
My thumb remained a constant pressure on her pussy. It kept her hovering on the edge of ecstasy. Her hips began to rock against my hand, seeking more, demanding it almost. The scent of her arousal grew stronger. My own need grew with every gasp and shiver she gave.
Her breaths grew quicker, her chest heaving, her eyes locked on mine in a silent plea for more. My middle finger stroked that magical spot deep within her. I felt the beginnings of her climax. The flutter of muscles around my digit signalled the impending storm.
Her moans grew more desperate, and she began to pant. Her breaths came in short bursts that matched the tempo of my hand. Each pass of my thumb over her clit sent a wave of pleasure through her. Her legs quivered with the effort to stay standing.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmured against her neck, feeling the throb of my arousal straining against the fabric of my jeans.
“Yes,” she breathed, desperation lacing her voice.
I withdrew my hand, and she whined in protest, but I had other plans. With a mischievous grin, I dropped to my knees, pulling her hips closer. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my erection, thick and pulsing with need.
“Suck me,” I ordered, my voice low and commanding.
Manasa’s eyes widened, the pupils dilated with lust. The suddenness of my request only added to the intensity of the moment. She looked down at my erection, standing proud and ready. She licked her lips, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees, her hands shaking. She reached for my boxers. With trembling fingers, she pulled them down, revealing my cock. It bobbed before her eager mouth. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum. She leaned in, her breath hot on my skin, and took me into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting me, teasing me, before she took me deeper. The feel of her wetness, her warmth, had me groaning. My hands found purchase in her hair as I gently guided her movements. She took me in, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.
Her eyes watered, but she never broke the contact between us. Her gaze filled with a mix of desire and determination. Sucking slowly, she took her time, savouring every part of me. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Her mouth was tight and velvety, moving with a rhythm that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Each stroke was deliberate, calculated to drive me wild. She knew exactly how much she could take before pulling back to give us both a moment of sweet relief.
The suction grew stronger. I could feel the tension coiling in my balls, my climax building. Her hand cupped my balls, gently squeezing, sending a wave of sensation through me. I groaned, unable to hold back the sound of pleasure that rumbled in my chest.
The sun had fully set now. The stars began to twinkle above us, a silent audience to our passionate dance. The only light was from the distant street lamps, casting a soft glow across her face. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with want.
I pushed further into her mouth, feeling my cock hit the back of her throat. She didn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, she took it as a challenge, her throat muscles contracting around me as she swallowed. The sensation was exquisite, a tight warmth that had me on the edge of oblivion.
Manasa’s eyes watered, but she never broke eye contact. Her gaze filled with a fiery determination to satisfy me completely. She took me deeper still, her nose brushing against my stomach. Her cheeks were hollowing with each breath she took around me.
The wetness of her mouth muffled the sound of her gagging. I felt a primal surge of desire. She was giving herself over to me entirely. Her hand stroked my shaft in time with her bobbing head. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me in a velvety embrace that had me groaning with every inch.
I could feel my climax approaching, a crescendo of sensation that was building with every pass of her tongue. “Fuck,” I murmured, my voice tight with the effort of holding back. But I had to taste her again. With a sudden urgency, I pulled back, her lips making a pop as I slipped free.
She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. I leaned in to kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her lips. Standing up, I helped her to her feet, our bodies pressed tightly together. My cock, still slick with her saliva, brushed against her stomach, leaving a trail of desire that had her panting.
With a gentle nudge, I pushed her back towards the air conditioning unit, the metal cool against her bare ass. I stepped back just enough to admire her. The soft glow of the street lamps played off her flushed skin, her breasts heaving with each breath.
She leaned against the unit, her legs spread, inviting me back in. My hand reached out, my fingers slipping into her wetness once again. This time, I didn’t hold back. With two fingers inside her, I curled and stroked, feeling the way her body responded to me.
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back against the metal with a thunk. The sound of her moans filled the night air, echoing off the empty classrooms. I watched her, her face a portrait of pleasure. The muscles in her neck were straining as she fought to keep upright.
Her legs trembled, and she reached for the edge of the air conditioning unit to brace herself. I knew she was close. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, her body tensing with each stroke of my fingers. I added a third, filling her. She cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and surprise.
I didn’t stop, pumping into her with a fervour that matched the racing beat of my own heart. Her walls clenched around me, a silent plea for release. I felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that had her entire body quivering. And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath.
Her muscles spasmed, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vice as she came hard. I kept moving, riding the wave with her. Pushing her higher until she was nothing but a bundle of nerves and ecstasy. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at me with a mix of amazement and desperation.
“I need you,” she panted, her voice raw with passion. “Now.” Without hesitation, I complied. My hand slid down to her soaking wet pussy. I inserted three fingers inside her, feeling her tightness. The heat was threatening to consume us both.
My thumb found her clit. I began to rub it in slow, firm circles, feeling it swell beneath my touch. She moaned, her hips rocking back and forth, urging me on. The metal of the air conditioner was cold against her back, a stark contrast to the fire that was burning between her legs.
Her legs quivered. She tightened her grip on the edge of the unit, her knuckles white with the effort to hold herself upright. I watched as the pleasure took over. Her body arching, and her breasts pushing against my chest. My thumb moved faster, pressing harder.
I felt her inner walls begin to pulse around my fingers. The sound of her moans grew louder, bouncing off the rooftop and into the night. It was a symphony of desire that had me on the edge of my release. I felt the pressure building, my cock aching to be inside her.
I knew she was close, her breaths coming in short, staccato bursts. Her hips moved in erratic jerks. Then, with a strangled cry, she cum, her body convulsing in my arms. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. I could feel the rush of her orgasm, the way it pulsed through her.
It was a powerful sensation, one that had my desire reaching a fever pitch. I didn’t stop moving, didn’t relent, keeping the rhythm steady. She rode the waves of pleasure. Her cum was slick on my hand, a testament to the intensity of her climax.
The sight of her lost in the moment had me fighting back the urge to come right there and then. But we weren’t done yet. Withdrawing my fingers, I licked them clean, savouring her taste. Her eyes followed the movement, and she bit her lip, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable.
“Take me,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. I didn’t need any more prompting. I positioned myself before her, my cock standing tall and aching for her touch. Manasa’s eyes never left mine. She knelt before me, her hand wrapping around the base of my shaft.
Her tongue darted out, swiping away the last of her juices before she took me in her mouth. The feeling was heavenly, her warm, wet mouth enveloping me in a tight embrace. She started slow, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive spot just under the ridge.
My hands found their way to her hair, guiding her movements as she began to pick up the pace. Each stroke of her tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. I could feel the tension in my balls growing tighter with every passing second.
Her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper. She worked on me with a passion that was both thrilling and overwhelming. The noises she made were music to my ears—slurps and moans that grew louder as she grew bolder. Her hand stroked the base of my cock.
Her nails grazed my sensitive skin as she bobbed her head. Her saliva dripped down my shaft. The sight of her eager mouth on me was more than I could handle. I felt myself approaching the precipice of climax. “I’m going to cum,” I warned her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Manasa’s eyes widened, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with a newfound fervour. Her hand tightened around the base. She began to pump me faster, matching the rhythm of her mouth.
Her eyes never left mine. In them, I saw a mix of desire and challenge, a silent dare to let go. The sensation grew too intense, and with a guttural groan, I did. My cum shot into her mouth, filling her with hot, sticky ropes of pleasure. She didn’t flinch or pull away, instead swallowing eagerly.
Her eyes never left mine as she took every drop I had to give. Her hand kept moving, her mouth never releasing me until I was fully spent. My cock pulsing in the aftermath of ecstasy. As she pulled back, I helped her to her feet. Our bodies were sticky and hot from our passionate encounter.
We shared a knowing smile, the kind that comes from sharing a secret only two people will ever know. We kissed again, this time slower, deeper, a promise of more to come. Our clothes remained scattered around us, but the chill of the evening air didn’t bother us. We were lost in each other’s embrace.
With a sigh, we began to clean up, our movements languid and unhurried. We helped each other dress. Our eyes linger on the newly discovered territories of each other’s bodies. The act of buttoning up and zipping down was almost as intimate as the moments we had just shared.
The reality of the world outside began to creep back in. The distant sounds of students leaving the campus grounds. The cooling metal of the air conditioning unit against our skin. As we descended the stairs, the echo of our footsteps carried the memory of our passionate embrace.
The shadows of the corridor seemed to hold the whispers of our tryst. We walked back through the college. The quietness of the night was a stark contrast to the heated encounter we had just shared. The air was crisp, the scent of our mingled arousal lingering as we stepped into the cool evening.
We parted ways at the edge of the quad. The dim lights flickered like stars in the twilight. Manasa adjusted her clothes, smoothing her hair back into place. I felt a twinge of sadness as she put the mask of the everyday back on. We shared a glance, one that spoke of the secret we carried between us.
We walked in separate directions. The echo of our passionate whispers seemed to linger in the air. Each step away from the humanities building was a step back into the mundane. The thrill of our secret encounter slowly receded into the background of our lives.
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