In one deft motion I slid my chair from my booth over to theirs. ‘I’m John and your conversation sounds better than the one at my table.’ I said... boldly, ‘and you are?’ ‘Lisa’ she replied. Her friends answered as well but I wasn’t really paying attention and I think they knew it. She wasn’t my type at all. I prefer short, petite brunettes with asses that jiggle and she was a tall, busty blonde. It didn’t matter. I was smitten. I asked what she did for a living and her response to me was to hold. ‘How long will it take?’ She asked. ‘Three minutes, maybe less. Please, sit down.’ She did. ‘First, how do your eyes feel?’ He continued gazing deep into them. His concern amused her a bit, he seemed so serious. But his attention also made her feel comfortable and special. She was a bit introverted here at college, and even though she was very pretty in a girlish more than a womanly way, she’d had few college guys making advances toward her – they all seemed more interested in the ‘glamour. He said that he wants me to meet Mr Hunter, and he unzipped his jeans and undid his underwear and out came a lovely 7 incher!He asked me “how is it?” And I winked and just said one word, “Delicious”. And in a moment I was on my knees, holding his cock in my hand, stroking it, rubbing his balls with my other hand. I gave him a slutty smile and started licking his dickhead with my tongue. I looked up again to see his reaction and I saw a satisfactory smile over his face. “You are one fucking. I'm surprisingly nervous as I slide to my knees in front of him. "Okay." I whisper more to myself than anything. I slid my hand beneath his shirt and ran my fingers through the fuzz on his stomach. His body twitched at my touch and I enjoyed the warmth of his flesh beneath my fingertips. I undid the buckle of his belt and tugged softly on his jeans. "Ass up, these have got to come down." I smiled at him and I was glad he smiled back as he lifted his rear so I could slide his pants down past his.