Wrong Room

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When sneaking in to see your girlfriend, get the room right.
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Ashson
Ashson
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I missed my date with Patricia and she was narked. So was I for that matter. It hadn't been my fault that I was going to be so late, and I had texted her to explain and apologise. Had no effect though. She wasn't waiting up for me. The hint was very plain that the lack of a date would be followed up by a lack of nooky for me afterwards.

But it really wasn't my fault. My father says my driving skills are abysmal. My so called mates say he's just flattering me. They don't rate them that high.

In all honesty, I have to agree. Driving is boring and my mind wanders. It's generally the screams of terrified passengers that focuses my attention back on the road. So I tend not to drive, finding public transport quite efficient and a lot cheaper than running a car.

So I take the train a lot and being on one that gets derailed can't be blamed on me. And it's not as though I could just scramble out of the wreckage and catch the next one. No-one was catching a train until after the clean-up, which meant I had to find alternate transport and that took some time.

The result being I missed my date with Patricia and she was narked and I was getting no nooky that night.

Not a satisfactory turn of events in my book. The problem was how to alleviate Patricia's annoyance, which might in turn lead to a relaxation of the no nooky policy.

My solution was some nice perfume and some chocolates. With those in hand I headed to the dorm where Patricia stayed. I know that the dorm had a no men in the rooms rule, plus no visitors after lights out, which was at the ridiculous hour of ten, but I figured I could sneak in without any problems.

It was a fine night, still very warm after a scorcher of a day, so I figured Patricia might be in bed but unlikely to be asleep. I'm a rather adept climber. I knew her room, number 312, was at the corner of the floor. It would be easy for me to scale the outside of the building and Patricia was sure to have the window open, trying to catch the breeze.

So it proved. I went up the side of that building like a possum up a tree, not even having to stop and rest. I went in through the window real fast. There was sufficient moonlight for me to see Patricia was lying on her bed nude. And a very attractive sight she was. Mind, from just above her breasts upwards was in complete shadow, but what wasn't in shadow was magnificently displayed.

I moved quietly over to the bed and sat down next to her. One hand covered her mouth and the other covered one of her breasts. Why not? I had to put it somewhere. I leaned over and started talking quickly.

"It's OK, Pat, it's just me. I came in through the window. Don't panic. Sorry if I gave you a fright but it's only me. I really wanted to see you tonight. Sorry about the delay but the accident wasn't my fault."

Patricia had given a compulsive heave when I first touched her, understandably shocked to be woken up by a man in her room, even if it was me. She settled down though as I urgently explained. She started to mumble and shake her head, so I quickly moved my hand.

"Sorry about that, Pat," I apologised. "I didn't want you screaming before you realised it was only me."

"How nice," said a really chilly soprano, which raised the hairs on the back of my neck. "Too bad I'm not Patricia. She has room 312."

"This is room 312," I protested, dismayed. "Damn it, I'd counted the floors carefully."

"This is room 412. One floor too many, mate. The uni uses the American numbering system. Floors 1, 2, 3, 4, Rather than the normal system of Ground, 1, 2, 3. You came one floor too many.

And do you mind taking your hand of my breast?"

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry," ignoring the hint re. my hand. "I'll just slip down a floor. Will it be safe to use the stairs?"

"It'll be safe enough, as long as you take care. Safer than you'll be, if you don't move your hand. But Pat won't be there."

"Why not? Where's she gone? And I like holding your breast. It's comfortable."

"She went home for the weekend when her deadbeat boyfriend stood her up. I assume that you're the said deadbeat. And you're not holding my breast, you're paying with it. Shift your hand."

I shifted my hand while I considered the situation.

"I'm not exactly a deadbeat," I pointed out. "I did message her that there had been a train delay due to the derailment. I couldn't really help it. It's not as though I was driving the train."

"From what I hear of your driving, lucky for everyone," came the snide comment, "and moving your hand doesn't mean change boobs."

"Oh, sorry," I apologised again, moving my hand away from her breasts. I was about to go on when she interrupted me.

"If your hand goes any closer towards my pussy, I'm going to slap you."

"Worth it," I mumbled. "Ah, what's your name?"

"I'm Tracy. You, I take it, are David."

"Um, right," I admitted. "This is all most annoying. Sorry again," I added, when my hand accidentally brushed against her mound. "An accident, I assure you."

"Accident, my arse," Tracy snapped. "Just keep your hands to yourself. Time for you to go. You might as well use the stairs as you're leaving the building and it won't matter if you're caught."

"No, truly, it was an accident. If it had been deliberate I'd have done something like this," I said, neatly cupping her femininity.

Tracy squeaked and bounced on the bed, knocking my hand away.

"Bastard," she snapped. "Just go away."

"The problem is Tracy, with Pat not here I've got nowhere to go except home and it's a long way. How about I stay here for a while and I can play with you."

My hand had, somehow or other, come into contact with Tracy's breast again, and I was idly pushing her nipple around with my thumb.

Tracy slapped at my hand. Only slapped I noticed. Not pushing it determinedly away.

"Are you kidding?" she said. "Patricia is not available so you want to have sex with me as a substitute?"

"Don't be silly," I said. "I'd love to have sex with you, but not as a substitute. You're a lovely young woman and any man would love to entertain you."

My hand was wandering back down over Tracy's tummy, and she was hastily trying to protect herself from probing fingers. I don't think Tracy had really considered the fact that she was naked until I'd cupped her mound. Now she was acutely conscious of it.

"Me being silly? Your girlfriend isn't here and so you're asking to have sex with me and you think I'm being silly?"

"Somewhat. I admit I'm assuming you're not a virgin and know what's what. And my entertaining you won't have any impact on Patricia. We're just friends you know."

"Intimate friends, I believe," said Tracy drily, pushing my hands away again.

"Very intimate," I agreed, "but we're not engaged or married. You're dithering. You want to say yes, don't you?"

"What on earth makes you think I want to say yes to having sex with a stranger? I hadn't even met you until you came sneaking through my window. In error, I might point out."

"You're curious what it would be like to have a sudden one night stand with a stranger," I told Tracy. "You really want to, but don't know how to say yes.

I'll tell you what. To save you the trouble of wrestling with your conscious I'll just assume that you've said yes and take it from there."

I mean, when you consider it logically, if Tracy didn't want to have sex with me she'd have said so. She hadn't said so. Ergo, she wanted to be laid. Consider, she was hot and naked and a man was touching her. She couldn't help but be slightly excited.

This time when my hand slipped down over Tracy's pussy she made no attempt to stop me. I felt her shiver slightly but she let me start exploring her body. I took it slowly, giving Tracy every chance to object, but as each moment passed my explorations grew more audacious.

A little pressure on the inside of Tracy's knee encouraged her legs to part a little more. My hand promptly stroked along her inner thigh, easing her lips apart slightly when I reached them and dipping inside.

I suddenly deserted her body, just leaning over her to kiss her, pressing her head down against the pillows, only my lips touching her. The main reasons for this was it gave her a little respite, helping to ease her mind, it was as sexy as hell going from being fingered to suddenly just being kissed, and it helped me to get rid of excess clothes. Mine.

When my hands started exploring again Tracy pushed her breasts up against them and when one went further afield she pushed her pussy firmly into my palm as I cupped her. I placed one of her hands on my breast. Her fingers tangled in the hair there while she took in the fact that I'd lost some clothes. Then her hand went wandering to find out how much clothing I'd lost.

Mind you, all Tracy needed to do was lift her head and look to see how dressed or undressed I was. She, however, preferred the Braille method, letting her fingers read what was on my body. She had a feather light touch and as her fingers came closer to a certain point I was almost shivering with expectation.

Her fingers reached my groin, tangled in the hair there and tugged (the bitch) and then slowly circled the prize. There was the faintest touch on my testicles and then a slow drag of fingernails the entire length of my cock, across the head and back down again. She must have known what she was doing to me because my hand tightened somewhat on her pussy and she laughed at me.

After that little incident we both spent some time trying to drive the other over the edge while resisting falling ourselves. I don't think it was a fair contest as Tracy's target was sort of standing up where she had easy access while I had to go diving for mine. On top of that, when she suddenly rolled over I lost contact and before I could regain it Tracy was chewing on my cock.

If you think Tracy coming down on me wasn't enough to almost have me exploding on the spot, you're crazy. And she knew it, too.

I stood it for as long as I could, watching her head bob up and down, feeling increased pressure in my loins as she went. When her teeth scraped lightly over the head of my cock I wanted to scream. Instead, I pulled her off me. I had her flat on the bed, legs spread and knees raised before she could say boo. She couldn't take her eyes off me (off my cock, anyway), watching as I knelt, poised above her. Then I was driving down and in, a single thrust being quite sufficient to drive me fully into her. Helped, I must admit, by Tracy humping her sweet little fanny up to meet me.

After that, things got very interesting, very fast. Although Tracy was enjoying herself I was quite sure that she was trying to make me come before I was ready and, even more annoying, before she was ready. I'm quite sure she was doing it just to see if she could make me spill too early.

It reached a point where I had to slow down every so often to prevent an early eruption. Tracy was giggling when I did so, breathing hard and eager to press forward again. My pauses meant that it took Tracy longer to reach her climax, as well, but as far as I was concerned there was a plus side. Once Tracy was ready to come I was able to prolong that moment, keeping her hovering there, swearing and pleading.

When it felt like my testicles were going to burst from the pressure I finally relented, driving in hard, scattering my seed as I came. Tracy gave a muffled shriek and bucked hard up against me, almost crushing my poor weapon, her inner muscles closed so tightly around it.

Drained, I relaxed on the bed next to Tracy. She lay there, eyes half closed, little tremors still running through her as she slowly came down from her high.

"That," I finally said, "was interesting."

"Maybe," said Tracy, panting a little, "but as far as I'm concerned it never happened. After all, I don't even know you."

"OK," I said. I must admit it sounded reasonable. I couldn't really see Tracy wanting to boast of a one night stand with a relative stranger.

"One question. Is it not going to happen again, if I wait around for a little while?"

Tracy just flashed me a laughing face and said nothing. I just lay there, biding my time.

Ashson
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AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

Another rather non-credible dissatisfying Ashson story. But amusing.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago
what a shame eh!

Great story . . . . I like it that the hero finding himself in a very tricky situation does what any hot blooded male would do after climbing in a fourth floor window of a girls dorm in the dark . . on finding hes in the wrong room does he panic as most might? Nope hes chilled and focused and not only does he escape jail but he seduces the lonely maiden he finds there . . A real Inspiration for us all.

more please

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago
Well written.

Cute and entertaining story.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago
comic genius

I laugh out loud every time I read an Ashson story. The clipped, short descriptions speed the stories along. Every female speaks like an Alice in Wonderland in Soho accent. There is something of Montey Python whackiness in every story. Brovo!

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