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I was sitting in the student union at a local north Texas university, waiting on my college-aged son to finish off a class, so I could pick him up from classes. I decided to take in my computer and get some work done. After I hooked up in a quiet and secluded spot in the student union, a very cute college co-ed took up a seat just a few feet from where I was. I had thought I was pretty secluded. She was refreshingly cool looking, in her black leather jacket, t-shirt and tight jeans. She had long brown hair and stylish bangs, that gave her more of a high school senior look than that of a college-aged student.We didn’t connect, not right off, even though I casually took note of her presence. She simply worked her cell phone, checking messages, social media and emails.After a few minutes, she looked up and I kept my eyes glued to my lap-tap.“I like your jacket,” she pronounced. Taking stock in my Wilson-branded leather jacket.“Thanks,” I dutifully replied without looking up from my pc. “Yours looks pretty cool as well.”“Are you a professor?” she asked. I am in my late fifties, so it was a legit question.“I’m waiting on my son,” I replied.“So, what do you teach?” she pressed.Hummm. What do I teach? It was such an interesting and probative question.“Human sexuality,” I replied. I have no idea why I said, ‘human sexuality’, but I did. It just popped into my head.“I was thinking to take that class,” she said, “But I opted to take biology instead.”I remained quiet and tried to focus on my work report.“Human sexuality sounds so very interesting,” she pressed on. “Is that like the emotions behind our sexual prowess?”“Yeah, something like that,” I replied.“That’s so cool,” she replied.I stayed quiet and let her talk.“So, who is more sexual?” she asked. “Men or women?”“It depends on who you ask,” I replied.I cocked my head and looked in her direction. Anadolu Yakası Escort She was very easy on the eyes, sitting here, with her head resting against a balled-up fist, positioned on her cheek, thinking.“I’m thinking it depends on the individual and their hormones,” she replied, “and the timing and the environment.”“I’m thinking you’re right,” I replied, “except for the hormonal balance thing, as that only applies to those in their late teens and early twenties.”My student union partner grew silent. “What about those sudden, unplanned, and sporadic times when two people simply hook up for just the fun of it,” she pressed.“Those can be the best connections,” I replied. “Spontaneity certainly has its rewards and its challenges.”My student union partner shifted out of her seat and into the seat right next to where I was seated at a waist high computer bar. She leaned in and whispered, “What if we were to hook up?”Hold up. Back up the train. It was time to reassess a few things. What did she just ask?She quickly retreated. “I’m not saying we should or that I want to, but . . .” her words trailed off.I looked right back at her and directly into her sparkling dark green eyes. “Don’t even tease me,” I warned.“I would never do that,” she replied matter-of-factly, as she batted her eye lids, “but I have to admit that I have a thing for older guys and professors.”I chuckled. “Is that why you came over here?” I pressed.“Not really,” she replied. “I was just looking for my usual secluded space to chill and I happened to find you occupying it.”As she chatted with me, I was quickly drawn into her soft approach and chilling ability to captivate the conversation with just the right words, coupled with the rhythmical movement of her left leg in a nervous tick that belied any explanations.I studied her body movements Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan and the subtle arching of her detailed eyebrows. She wore very little makeup- she didn’t need to, as she was beautiful without it. “What are you studying?” I subtly inquired.“Now? Or in general?” she asked.I chuckled. “I know what you’re studying now, but I was asking in general.”“Social Services,” she replied.“And that would be like, what?”“I want to be a social worker or a professional counselor and help people find a true measure of happiness,” she dutifully replied. It was a safe answer.“So, what makes you happy?” I pressed.“A decent conversation with a man who doesn’t use the term “like” over and over,” she replied.I had to test the waters, so I challenged her wittiness by shooting back, “So would you like to to…uh…like to get a bite to eat and, like uh, pick up some . . .like uh . .some condoms and like uh, find . . . like a . . .a like a . . .private place to like uh, you know, like, have some fun?”My student-union-friend chuckled as she hand-waved a lock of her hair back over her shoulder. “I like your sense of humor,” she replied as she shifted in her seat, “and we won’t need any condoms, because I’m on the pill.”“Do you do this a lot?” I asked.“Do what?” she replied, acting all innocent like.“Ask older guys out for a date, not even knowing who they are?” I pressed.“No,” she dutifully replied, “this is a first and I’m not sure why I have found you easy to chat with or so attractive.”I reassured her that I didn’t think myself attractive as a middle-aged man.“But you are,” she replied, “in a very special way. You’re hugely attractive.”I thanked her and looked at my cell phone. I told her that I didn’t have but about an hour of free time.“That’s all we need,” she replied, shifting off of the bar stool Escort Anadolu Yakası seat and taking up a standing position right next to where I was still seated.“You are serious,” I replied.“Yes, I am,” she replied. “Would you like to go check out my off-campus apartment?”I was suspect that she was a set-up, perhaps an undercover officer working the student union looking for perverts. I also thought she might be a Mickey-Fin girl trying to lure me into some type of poisonous set up to rob me, so my “high alert” senses kicked in.She offered to give me a ride to her off-campus apartment, so I cautiously said I’d go with her. I asked her if I could lock my computer up in my car, first and she said, “Sure.” She followed me out to my car, and I locked my computer up in the trunk as she stood by and watched.We then walked about a block to another parking lot and we piled into her Jeep for a short ride to her off campus apartment about three blocks from sorority row. The apartment complex had a small courtyard behind an iron gate. I followed her into the courtyard and nervously watched as she opened her apartment door.“My room mate is in class,” she offered as we entered the small apartment and she closed and dead bolt locked the door behind us. She turned and faced me, biting down on her lower lip, in silence.“So, what do you think?” she asked, as I looked around the well decorated apartment.“Nice,” I replied. “very nice.”“No silly,” she replied, “I’m talking about me!”“You’re nice, too,” I replied. “Very nice.”“Would you like me to be even nicer?” she asked.“Babe,” I replied, “I don’t think you could be any more nice than you already are.”“Oh yes I can,” she suggestively replied, clasping her hands behind her back and shuffling towards where I stood by the entry door to the apartment. She stepped right up to where I was standing, pressing herself in against me, and whispered, “Can I show you how really nice I can be?”“Sure,” I replied.She shifted her hand to my chest and then slowly moved it down to my abdomen, her green eyes locking on to mine, as she suggestively moved her hand to my crotch. There was no way to hide the excitement that had begun to build in my pants.
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