For me, nothing beats the thrills and frills of tourist flings after the mental drills of examinations. I always looked forward to these post-examination moments with babyish glee. My department had organized a trip to the Ipole Iloro Waterfalls in Ekiti State. However, unlike the previous ones, it was opened to interested students from other departments.
My excitement knew no bounds when I heard the news. Being the famed playboy amongst my coursemates, I was reputed for my legendary capacity for seduction and philandering. From big-breasted Vanessa to flat chested Charissa to thick-lipped Monalisa; from the massive backside of Sophia to the landslide pussy of Sonia, my history of flings was a long one.
My further attempt at bedding other departmental babes had hit the rocks. In an instance, i had attempted to seduce one Funke, a classmate, into paying me a visit. With a petulance that took me aback, she retorted
“What do you take me for? One of the numerous cheap-ass girls you have exploited in the department? You are nothing but a lecherous, dandy soul. If you dare broach such conversation with me again, i will report you to the Students Affairs Department ”
The interdepartmental trip offered prospects of fresh legs. And I was not going to flunk it. Not for anything in the world.
It was a cold Monday morning. Our 30-passenger Coach was ready. As we queued to board the bus, kemisola caught my attention.
Standing right before me on queue, Kemisola was arresting in totality. Her massive, swaying buttocks which stood proportionately and formed a sexy shape announced her. Her silky, fair skin was something of an allure from the back. As we boarded the bus, we sat in an orderly manner. Few moments later, Kemisola was sitting beside me.
There was no time to waste. So I needed to initiate a conversation.
“Good morning pretty. My name is Stephen”, I introduced myself, extending a hand.
If her swelling backside had triggered my primal attraction, her friendly demeanour had accentuated my motivation. She responded with brimming smiles and bristling confidence. Her name was Kemisola. And she was a student of Zoology. She loved travelling. And she was not averse to meeting people.
The 3-hour trip was replete with swashbuckling conversations, shrills and laughter from both of us.
As we alighted from the bus, I jumped the queue to drop earlier. When it was her turn to alight, she saw me and took my extended hand. I then helped her off the bus. Her smiles were effusive.
The first day began with introduction of all students. This was then followed by dance, games, swimming, drinking and eating. Amidst all of this, I held on to Kemisola, lest any friend took my crown.
Many students on fun trips usually looked forward to the late night truth/dare games with fervidity and excitement. This was because it was during this moment that students had the opportunities, under the guise of games, to incite one another to daring sexual acts.
The time was 8p.m. Kemisola had herself excused. She needed to go change her dress for the evening game. She promised not just to be back, but back beside me. I had enough time to plan. The truth/dare game was meant to be a teaser, the very precursor to the ultimate pleasures to come. I had to get my game right.
Secretly, i called aside the would-be moderator of the night. He was to use his turn to dare Kemisola to offer me a 5 minute lapdance. I tipped him for his service. As a guy, he understood the drill.
After meeting with the moderator, i walked into my small tent to change my wear. I changed from my loose fitting heavy shirt into just a singlet. I changed the loose-fitting jeans for a tight-fitting boxers. I needed to feel Kemi’s sex grind my ever needy dick.
As i walked out of the tent, i saw Kemisola from a distance. Arresting in visage and compelling in her totality, she reeked of sexuality from afar. As she walked towards me, i could survey her closely: her white top with an inscription “what you wanna do tonight” screaming at me; her brown designer bum shorts accentuating her enormous backside; her pinkish lips waiting to be kissed and probed; her shapely legs tilting her strides into an arresting catwalk; and her firm, appreciable boobs salaciously separated by a cleavage that can only make one appreciate the perfection of God’s creation.
“Hi Stephen. Like i promised, i am back”, she said, willing offering her hand to my waiting arms.
We strolled gingerly towards the waterfront. The game started in no time. Soon, it was the moderator’s turn.
“Without delay, i dare Kemisola to give Stephen a 5-minute lapdance”
This was followed with a wild hurrah from fellow students. After five dares, the craziest dare executed so far was a two minute twerk from one of the female students. Kemisola was about to stir the hornest nest. And she did, with pomp and panache.
A chair was placed at the centre of the circle. I hopped in. Kemisola joined me. She stood right in front of me. For 30 seconds, she stood still, triggering my phallic instincts with what was to come. That 30-second interstice felt like eternity.
As the hip-hop filtered from the loudspeaker, Kemisola decided it was time. She then sensuously rubbed my face with her delicately manicured fingers, before tracing down a finger to the flesh around my nipples. My dick fought the strain of the boxers. She gingerly positioned herself on my dick. The crowd went berserk. I was beyond turned on. She was encouraged. She gently yet seductively rolled her swaying hips up and down across my shaft. I was less worried about her size, but more interested in the bouts of pleasure coursing through my shaft.
As she rolled and twisted, she found a way to rub her fingers around my chest and across my nipples. Her hands kept roving and searching, with claps and shrieks of appreciation from the crowd. Her rather surprising confidence buoyed mine. Without delay, i sunk my two fingers into the top of her ass. I them gave them a gentle squeeze. I repeated the squeeze and in no time, our lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss.
As the moderator tried to stop us, the crowd will have none of it. While our kissing intensified, kemisola stopped. With a concupiscent smile, she said,
“Lets go finish this properly”
I happily lifted her off my laps. Our reception was the most rousing. But we had something, bigger sweeter and more memorable awaiting us. We elegantly walked out of our small crowd. We then moved into my tent.
As we entered the makeshift tent, I pulled her close and continued our kiss from where we stopped. She responded with equal intensity. Her whole body temperature rose instantly. The privacy of the moment massively aroused her. I grabbed her left and right ass with both hands and pulled her close. She moaned in appreciation. I then paused before holding her top at both sides. With a smile, I said “I want to take this off tonight”, in an apparent reference to the inscription on her top.
With a sheepish smile, she pulled her arms up, enabling me easier access to undressing her. Her bumshorts followed her top. And soon her twin mammaries and well-shaven pussy were bare before me, baying for my bulging dick.
My first instinct was to position her carefully on the bed. After which i licked her vagina thoroughly. She held my head with her right hand and showed appreciation with effusive moans. As i slide into her vagina, she opened up and came with repeated shrieks of pleasure.
If there was any proof of Kemisola as a student of Zoology, it was her amazing dexterity with the doggystyle. As she held on to the pole of the tent, she pushed out her massive ass, and guided me in. Her ass swayed, clapped and danced as it received my assertive strokes.
After about 30 minutes of intense fucking, we slept, totally spent and lying in each others’ arms.
The following morning, Kemisola woke me with the best blowjob i had ever had.
As we woke the following morning and strolled to join the rest of the group for the remainder of our fun trip, i had three things in mind: Sex, Kemi and then Sex.