This is a follow up to my first post (see comments) about how I met an older married man while I was in college a few years back. We had a several month long affair, which I hid from my friends for fear of judgment.

About two weeks after the first time we hooked up, he had a late work event and asked if he could see me afterwards. I had a paper due the next day so was very pressed for time and told him to meet me near campus. We met at a restaurant nearby and he ordered us a few drinks. He was wearing a full suit and tie, and I was wearing a jean skirt and low cut top. Since I was with a much older man, I luckily didn’t get asked for my ID (didn’t have a fake ID yet either).

Since I was still a lightweight, after two drinks I was feeling pretty tipsy, and the sight of this mature man in a full suit was really getting me turned on. He was overly flirty and had started playing footsies with me under the table. He leaned over and said in a hushed tone that he’d really like to take me somewhere private. I considered for a moment, then mentioned that my roommate was away for a traveling sports team visit at another school and I had my room to myself.

He looked hesitant, imagining going to my campus, and asked if I was comfortable with my friends seeing me with him. I said it would be kinda fun, and I’d tell them he was a father of a family friend from back home. As I said this I leaned over a bit, showing my chest to him, trying to tempt him to say yes. He considered for a second, eyeing down my shirt, and then said we should go.

We got to my dorm and I signed him in with the security desk as a bunch of students with backpacks headed out to study for the night. We got to my floor and immediately ran into some of my friends, who looked surprised to see me with such an older man so late. I introduced him with a fake name and used our cover story. They seemed to buy it, and we walked over and into my room, which was very cramped and a standard setup for college - two twin beds, two desks.

Just like the first time, he took control almost immediately after we got inside the room. He spun me around and pushed me against the door, sticking his tongue in my mouth and putting a hand on my boob. He kissed me passionately, breathing heavily, alcohol on his breath. He pulled down my shirt and bra, leaned down and started sucking on my nipple. I moan quietly trying not to draw attention to us.

Suddenly he picks me up and lays me back on the desk. He hikes up my jean skirt, pulls aside my panties, and starts eating me out hungrily. I get very wet, very fast. He then tells me to strip as he does the same. Once I’m naked he pulls me over roughly, then bends me over the bed, slaps my ass, and sticks his cock inside me doggy style. He starts fucking me very hard, spanking me as he goes, and grunting loudly. I start making more noise as it feels too good, hoping no one hears us. After a few minutes he pulls out and cums all over my ass, before collapsing on my bed in exhaustion.

Ten minutes later he’s dressed in a full suit again and out the door, as we realize if he stayed too late it would be obvious what we were really up to. And so the affair continued 🥰