So I had always seen him looking at me. In the hallways, during class.

His head would swivel every time. But I could not believe it.

Not me. Im quiet and shy, petite and not at all the kind of girl I would have thought he would go for. Jeff is an absolute stud. Tall, well built, tanned, and a perfect handsome face. All over campus, the girls would talk about him, beautiful tall model-type women, they all wanted him. I wanted him too, but I knew better.

A beautiful man like him would never go for a girl like me. The strangest part of my story is that I had always noticed him staring at me. I do have a pretty face and nice medium sized tits, but Im just not used to the attention of men.

I would never ever go up to Jeff myself I was much too frightened of someone so hot. And I would never ask my friends if they had noticed him looking at me, because I was too embarrassed and for sure they would think that I am crazy. But one evening everything changed. I was amongst a select group of students who were invited to a swanky exclusive club for a reception.

Jeff was also there.

He was wearing a navy blue suit and looked incredible, his blonde hair perfectly slicked back. I was wearing a pretty black dress that reached just above my knees, my long hair flowing down my back.

It all happened in the cloakroom. While the party was in full swing, I went into the cloakroom to get something out of the pocket of my jacket, when Jeff came in after me. He said he needed something from above me, and he came right behind me and reached up over my head to the shelf. I was shaking inside as I felt his strong chest against my back, as I smelled his wonderful cologne and felt his hot breath on my neck. Inadvertently, I leaned slightly backwards into his body, my firm round soft place rubbing against his crotch.

He was startled, I could tell, but he didnt move away from me.

He paused. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. I was getting dizzy. I could not believe that I was this close to him.

My breathing got even harder and my face was getting flushed. But somewhere inside I found the strength to stay very still, and wait for him to make a move. Believe me, I was praying that he would not move away from me. Jeff slowly began to lower his arms, and when he saw that I was not moving away from his body, he brought one hand down on my left shoulder, and the other just hovering over my right hip. His touch sent shivers up and down my body, and I sank even further into him. Its finally happening!!!, I thought to myself. He was still tentative though, and he carefully brushed my long hair away from my neck, his fingers caressing my skin. When he realised that I wasnt moving and I wanted this, his right hand firmly clamped down upon my hip and he pulled his crotch right into my soft place. As he held my hair back, he leaned down and started gently kissing my neck. I arched my back head so that he could access even more skin. As he left a trail of kisses across my throat, I moaned every so slightly, and then I felt his thingy rising in his pants, pushing up against my soft place crack. His left hand came across my body, onto my stomach, but as his kisses became harder and more insistent, his hands started stroking me up and down, and I writhed and wriggled against him in pleasure. He grabbed my head now and turned it so that he could kiss my lips, a deep wet passionate kiss, as his other hand kneaded my breasts through my dress. Finally, he turned me around fully and just held me against him with his strong arms, his hands stroking my back, my hair, my soft place, as he kissed me over and over. I could feel his hardness now, and I wanted him so badly.

I had gone this far, and I didnt know if this would ever happen again, so I figured, what have I got to loose? I lifted up my right leg, baring the skin all the way up my thighs and pressed my wet mound against his pants. I started grinding on him and became the aggressor, pulling his head down to my tits. I pushed down the straps of my dress and let out my full C cup chest, with my really big nipples, already hard and waiting to be sucked. He started teasing my nipples, pulling on them really hard and fast. I reached down and unzipped his pants.

I knew I wanted him now, and I was going to have him.

And I was terrified of someone coming into the cloakroom, so I knew that we didnt have much time. He looked surprised, but one look at my face and he knew what I wanted. He pulled out his nice and thick length for me and ran his hands under my dress, squeezing my soft place cheeks. His fingers then slipped underneath my lacy black thong and he felt my teasing wetness. He kissed me once more, and then in one strong and fluid motion, he lifted me up and put me against the back wall, my legs wrapped around his hard and firm body. I lifted my dress up for him and he pushed my thong aside and slipped into my waiting softness. We moaned together as he entered me and I pushed him in closer and further into me with my legs. With one hand on my body, and the other bracing himself against the wall, he drove into me, as hard and as fast as he could, pumping and pumping. I clung on to him and thrust against him in rhythm, but soon, it was all I could do to hang on. He kept pounding and pounding, and I arched my back, my breasts heaving up and down. I loved the sound of our skin slapping against one another. Finally, when I couldnt take it anymore, he came. We slumped onto the floor, the cloak room stinking with the smell of our cum.

I crawled over to him and we 69d briefly, cleaning each other up. I kissed him deeply once more and then the moment was over. We hurriedly got dressed. Jeff grabbed what he had come in for and left, and a few minutes later, I made my way out.