1. Skinny dipping leads to sex in public place


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: PaulDixon, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Back in the late nineties and early noughties, as you may have figured from my other stories, I was a student at the University of Surrey. I went to Uni as a mature student and was in fact 27 when I started in 1998. Anyway, as you will imagine, it was a bit like picking fruit in an orchard as far as hooking impressionable young girls was concerned. Given their new found freedom and since they're all away from home for the first time, I felt it was my duty to help them gain as much confidence and experience as possible in the bedroom department. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago! Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for. One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether. Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't at all what you'd look for in a girlfriend or as wife material, but she just had something about her that made me want to fuck her brains out. She was, I think, 23 when we started at uni and she had a size 12 arse, with size 10 top half, made up of a thin waist, flat tummy, small perky tits (so small she didn't wear a bra a lot of the time, just a little vest top) and a great naughty smile. She had lovely smooth skin with a great complexion and ...
    glossy jet black hair, which was cut in a bob and always well groomed. Being a bit older, Clare was like me in that she had to work to support herself and she did this by working in coffee shops and so forth for the first couple of years, then went away in year 3 for a placement year. During this year out, I also had a placement year, but I stayed living in Guildford. One weekend in the summer, we had a barbecue type party arranged and Clare came back to our gaff for a few days. In the end, on the Saturday night, the party was a bit of a damp squib, since not that many people were about or didn't want to travel and by 11.00pm, nearly all had faded away, leaving me and Clare to work out how to enjoy the rest of the evening. As it was August, it was a hot night and one or other of us (I genuinely can't remember which) suggested we go down the river for a swim. Now we used to live about 1/2 mile from the River Wey and more importantly the boat club, near the Row Barge pub, which gives easy access to the river. 10 minutes later, I'd quickly changed into a pair of joggers with nothing underneath and a t-shirt and Clare and I are ambling off towards the river, with a bottle of rouge as our only companion. Now, I'd wanted to have my way with Clare since the day I met her and recognised this as the chance I had been waiting for. You know what uni can be like, lots of friends and no time alone sometimes, so this year out was a good opportunity to get a few things sorted and Clare was ...
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