otherworlderotic
You and Laura have been busy with cute dates, exploring different parts of your college town. You've tried new restaurants, savoring the flavors of dishes you've never heard of before, and even attended a comedy show together, laughing until your sides ached. In between these moments of connection, both you and Laura are managing your college lives, attending classes, and studying for exams. Despite your busy schedules, you continue to find time for each other.
Today, you and Laura spent the day exploring the city, hand in hand. You had a lovely day visiting a quaint bookstore nestled between aged brick buildings, where you browsed the shelves and shared your favorite books. Laura's eyes sparkled with excitement as she pulled a dusty, well-loved copy of her favorite novel from the shelf; Pride and Prejudice, urging you to give it a read.
Throughout the day, you and Laura shared laughs over silly observations of extremely normal things, like the way a cloud overhead resembled a grumpy cat or the uncanny resemblance between a passerby and a famous actor. Each moment spent together, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, has been a treat. The simple act of holding hands as you walked through the city streets made your heart swell with happiness.
The sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the city, and you took Laura just a few minutes outside of the city to a quiet hillside overlooking the twinkling lights below. Another perk of being a local - knowing all the good make out spots.
Another short walk from your car has taken you to a secluded spot. With the stars beginning to appear overhead, you and Laura spread out a blanket you had the foresight to bring, eager to spend the evening wrapped in each other's arms for an intimate conclusion to a perfect date.
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As you and Laura settle onto the blanket, cuddling close to one another, the warmth of her body pressed against yours feels really, really good. The setting sun casts a golden glow across her face, highlighting the gentle curve of her cheek and the softness of her lips. You find yourself drawn into her eyes, the deep pools reflecting your affection.
Laura sighs contentedly, snuggling closer to you. "Today has been so wonderful," she murmurs, her words a soft, warm breath against your neck. "Thank you for making it so special."
"You don't have to thank me," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've really enjoyed planning our dates and finding little surprises to make you happy. Your smile is worth it."
Her smile widens, and she looks up at you, her eyes shining with gratitude. "You’re stupid sweet, you know that? I love it. I can tell you like making me happy. The cheesy lines work. Your thoughtfulness and attention to detail... it’s rare in a guy, judging by what I hear from friends. Well, mostly Jo." You hold her in silence for a moment, watching the valley lights begin to twinkle.
As the sun continues to dip below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and pink, you feel a pang of vulnerability strike you. It's a feeling you've experienced before, but it feels more intense now, with Laura so close and your emotions so raw.
“Can I tell you something?” you ask.
“Of course.”
"I have to admit," you begin hesitantly, "I know this probably sounds stupid, but...sometimes I worry I'm not good enough for you. That I'll do something to mess this up. I've never felt this way about someone before."
Laura's expression softens, and she reaches up to gently caress your cheek. "Hey," she says softly, her gaze locked onto yours. "You don't have to be afraid. I’m loving this. For real."
You nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "I know, it just gets scary. I’m so grateful for you, and sometimes it feels too good to be true, like it could vanish in a moment."
"I'm grateful for you too," she replies, her voice full of sincerity. "And I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll navigate any challenges we face together, okay? Seriously, I’m in for more than the stolen kisses."
With her words, a warmth spreads through your chest, and you realize that, despite your fears and insecurities, you're incredibly lucky to have someone like Laura by your side. You pull her close, wrapping your arms around her.
As you and Laura continue to cuddle on the blanket, her playful laughter fills the air, a melody that warms your heart. "But you know," she begins, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I do like those stolen kisses. And the other things we get up to too. I like how we’ve settled back into something comfortable, but I like those… experiences.."
A blush spreads across her cheeks as she recalls the daring escapades you shared. "I have to admit, those were some exhilarating experiences," you concede with a grin.
Laura's smile widens, and she nestles in closer to you. "They were, and I enjoyed the thrill of it. I enjoy the thrill of it, with you."
Laura leans further into your embrace as you wrap your arm around her waist. Your fingers gently stroke her side, tracing the curve of her body. As the sun continues its descent, the sky transforms into a breathtaking canvas of warm colors, reds, oranges, and pinks amplifying. Laura's expression shifts, signaling the onset of a topic she's been hesitant to discuss.
"Do you remember when I mentioned the study abroad trip to Paris?" she asks, a hint of sadness in her voice.
You nod, recalling the conversation from earlier in your relationship. "Of course, I remember."
Laura sighs, her eyes glistening. "Well, I found out today that I was rejected from the program. I kind of expected it, but it still hurts. I waited to tell you because I didn’t really know how to feel about it."
As she shares her disappointment, you can sense the conflicting emotions swirling within her. "I'm so sorry, Laura. Hey, there’s always next year."
She offers a small, bittersweet smile. "It's a mix of emotions, really. Of course, I'm disappointed that I won't get to go have a fun Europe trip. But at the same time, I'm relieved that I'll be able to stay here and spend more time with you. I mean Cabo was hard, and like, I like you WAY more now than I did then."
You reach out, taking her hand in yours, and give it a reassuring squeeze. "Screw Paris, I win."
She laughs, and relaxes into you, nestling her head into your chest.
As Laura nestles her head against your chest, you wrap your arms around her, hoping to provide some comfort after the disappointment of her study abroad rejection. Despite the sad news, holding her close like this, her body pressed against yours fills you with warmth.
You run your fingers slowly through her hair. She sighs contentedly, the puff of her breath tickling your skin. Your heart swells being able to provide solace to someone you care for so deeply.
Laura tilts her face up to yours. The fading sunset bathes her features in a warm glow. You're struck again by her beauty, inside and out. Unable to resist, you lower your lips to meet hers.
The kiss starts soft and comforting, but soon deepens. As your mouths move together, your bodies seem to melt into one. Laura's hands trail up your back, sending shivers down your spine. You pull her tighter against you, desperate to eliminate any space between you.
At this moment, nothing else exists but Laura. The taste of her lips, the smell of her shampoo, the way she trembles slightly against you. Time seems to stop.
When you finally break for air, lips swollen and hearts racing, Laura smiles up at you. "I'm so glad I get to stay here with you," she whispers.
You smooth back a strand of her windswept hair. "Me too. More than you know."
You share another long, tender kiss as the valley lights below mirror the growing number of stars above.
As you continue to explore each other's bodies in the fading light, Laura pauses for a moment, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I feel so comfortable with you. I love this," she says softly, her words wrapping around your heart. "The fact that you've allowed me to set the pace… And you’re good with your hands…” she gives you a wink, “... it’s just made me feel comfortable. Respected for who I am and what I want. That rules."
Your heart swells with affection for her, and you smile warmly. "I literally cannot imagine treating you any other way. I mean look how dang cute you are."
Her smile deepens, and as she gazes into your eyes, you can see the trust and love reflected there. In a moment, it’s replaced with resolve. "That's why I feel ready to, uh, take things to the next level," she says, her voice filled with excitement and vulnerability. Your heart races with anticipation. "What I'm thinking," Laura begins, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and eagerness, "is that we could, you know, try something new and a little daring... an escalation… I mean, what I’m trying to say is, can I give you a blow job?" She flushes at how direct she’s being. “I mean, it’s a natural next step, right?” her voice gets small. “And maybe you could go down on me, too? I like what your tongue does in my mouth so…”
You gently cup her face in your hands, your thumbs lightly caressing her warm cheeks. "Are you kidding me? Yes! Yes!" You let go of her, pumping a fist in the air.
She laughs at the contrast between your delicate, intimate gesture and your boyish celebration. Instead of responding, she leans into the thrill of escalating physical intimacy. Her breaths come a little quicker, and she reaches out to touch your thigh, running a hand up your leg.
Laura glances around, her eyes scanning the semi-public setting. "Do you think it's alright to do this here?" she asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
You take a moment to survey the area as well, noting the privacy afforded by the hillside and the fact that you haven't seen anyone since arriving. "I think we're safe," you reassure her, your voice steady and calm. "We'll keep an eye out, and plus, I know this spot. It’s a legendary make out spot. Nobody comes out here. Well, unless they’re getting up to this…"
As you and Laura sit on the blanket, the fading light casting a warm glow on the surroundings, you can feel the thrill of anticipation rising between you. The decision to explore new boundaries, the semi-public setting; it’s all awakened the sense of adventure that brought you both together at the lake, what feels like forever ago.
Your hands meet at the hem of Laura's shirt, and together, you gently lift it over her head, revealing the delicate curve of her shoulders and the graceful line of her collarbone. You take a moment to appreciate her body as she shivers slightly at your touch.
Your fingers trace a path along her skin as you help her unclasp her bra, your touch tender and reverent. The cool evening air contrasts with the warmth of your bodies, eliciting a shiver that runs through both of you. As you press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, you can sense her growing excitement.
Laura's hands reach for the buttons of your shirt, her fingers deftly undoing them one by one, her gaze never leaving yours. As the last button is undone, Laura slides the shirt off your shoulders, her hands coming to rest on your chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breath.
The remaining barriers between you disappear, as you and Laura help each other remove the last of your clothing. The vulnerability you feel naked under the stars, mixed with the thrill of this beautiful, nude woman, all with the anticipation that’s been building over the last weeks is a heady mix. You can tell she feels it too, her eyes flash at you in a way you only see when you’re on an “adventure.”
As you sit there, naked and exposed beneath the ever-darkening sky, you draw her closer, your bodies pressing against one another, seeking comfort and connection. Her naked form rubs against you as she presses her nude thigh between yours. You feel your erection sliding against her firm stomach, her breasts against your chest, as she plants a hot kiss against your lips. You slide your hands down her back, settling on her ass, as you give it a firm squeeze, pulling her into you. You feel her wetness against your thigh, and she moans into your mouth.
As she lays atop you, your bodies pressed close together, your breaths mingling in the cooling air, you can feel the anticipation building between you. Wanting to ensure Laura's comfort and ease, you take the initiative. "Would you like me to go first? On you, I mean?"
Her eyes, filled with desire, meet yours, and she nods. "Yes, please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.
You offer a reassuring smile, your hand gently cupping her cheek before you lean in to kiss her tenderly. You gently push her off you, and she lays back on the blanket. As your lips part, you slowly make your way down her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses as you go.
Your journey continues along her collarbone, your breath warm against her skin, eliciting a shiver that runs through her body. Her hand finds yours, fingers intertwining.
As you reach her breasts, you take a moment to appreciate their softness and warmth, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as her breath quickens in anticipation. Your lips brush against her skin, creating a sensation that is both electrifying and tender. Laura's grip on your hand tightens, and you can sense her excitement, her willingness to share this intimate moment with you. You take a nipple between your lips and suck gently, feeling her flesh against your tongue.
Laura gasps in pleasure as you continue to tease her breasts, alternating between licking and sucking each one. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer to you, and you can feel her heart racing beneath your fingers. Her breath quickens, and she moans softly, urging you on.
You continue your descent, your kisses growing bolder, your breaths more eager, kissing and licking your way across her stomach. As you reach her navel, you pause, your eyes seeking hers. In the depths of her gaze, you find reassurance and a desire for you to continue.
You lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on her thigh before moving up toward her core. You stay there for a moment, teasing her, feathering the inside of her thighs with kisses, your hands on her stomach. In just a few moments she curls her fingers into your hair, pushing you lower.
As you reach her clit, you pause, looking up at Laura. She nods eagerly. You pause for a moment, your breath fanning against her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver in anticipation.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you extend your tongue, tracing a light path along her folds. The first contact sends a jolt through her, her breath catching in her throat as she gasps at the new sensation. Her hips instinctively buck against your mouth, seeking more of the pleasure you're offering her. You respond by pressing your tongue more firmly against her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips.
As you continue your tender exploration, your every movement attuned to Laura's reactions, a symphony of breaths and sighs fills the air around you. You feel her body shudder under your hands, her stomach muscles tensing as the pleasure courses through her. Her slightly stifled moans fill the air, and she holds your head more firmly, her fingers flexing, reacting to your motions.
Gradually, you sense a crescendo building within her, the rhythm of her breaths quickening, her body tensing beneath your touch. Her hand, now entwined with yours, tightens its grip as her other hand finds purchase in your hair, a silent plea for you to continue.
As you continue to lavish attention on Laura with your mouth, your hand trails up her body, making a path through the valley of her curves. You feel her body tense in anticipation as your hand inches closer to her breasts, the sensitivity of her skin heightened by the pleasure you're giving her lower down.
Your fingers find her breast, cupping it gently, eliciting a gasp from Laura as she experiences this new layer of pleasure. You tease her nipples between your fingers, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasure through her.
Her reactions spur you on, your arousal intensifying at the sounds of her pleasure. You continue to explore her with your tongue, your movements becoming more insistent as you seek to bring her to new heights of pleasure. Your fingers continue to play with her breast, the dual sensations causing her to writhe beneath your touch.
Her moans grow louder, more urgent as you continue. The combination of your mouth on her and your hand on her breast is overwhelming, sending her spiraling toward the edge of pleasure. You feel her body tighten beneath your touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she succumbs to the pleasure you're giving her.
With every tender caress, the wave of pleasure within her swells, her body arching towards that pinnacle of ecstasy. And then, as if in perfect harmony with the chorus of stars above, Laura reaches her moment of completion, a sweet, shuddering sigh escaping her lips as her body trembles with the intensity of her release. She cries out when she comes, bucking against your face and gripping your head tightly. You don't stop until she's completely spent, then slowly pull away from her.
As the echoes of her pleasure fade into the night, you make your way back up her body, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as you go.
As the intensity of Laura's orgasm begins to wane, her body relaxes beneath your touch, a soft sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips. Her grip on your hair loosens, her fingers now gently stroking your scalp, an intimate gesture that sends a warm shiver down your spine.
Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, the rapid rise and fall slowing with each passing moment. You watch her, captivated by the sight of her in the throes of satisfaction. The gentle curve of her breasts, the relaxed spread of her thighs, the faint tremors that still shake her body - each detail is etched into your mind.
She shudders, aftershocks still rippling through her, and you smile against her stomach. "You're amazing," you whisper, feeling a sense of wonder that this woman let you do that to her.
She laughs softly, breathlessly, running her fingers through your hair. "So are you. Holy shit." Her voice is low and sultry, and it makes you grin wickedly. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. I thought I was going to die. Like in a good way.” She shudders again, and flips over onto her stomach.
After a few moments of tender silence, Laura recovers and gets up onto her knees. Her gaze turns inquisitive, and her hand wanders to your erection. "So... what do we do now?" she asks with a mischievous grin.
"Well, I guess we could take things slow and just enjoy each other's company for a while." You pause, then add with a smile: "But if you're feeling up for it, you know, a blow job sounds great..."
Laura's cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and eagerness as she laughs. Then, tentatively, she admits, "I've never done anything like this before, and I'm not exactly sure what to do."
Your heart swells with affection for her vulnerability. "Don’t worry, I’m so into you you can’t screw it up, I promise” As if to confirm your words, she starts working towards your erection with her hand. You take in your breath sharply, and she smiles at your reaction. “I'll guide you through it step by step," a moan escapes your lips, and you whisper out, “but I don’t think you’ll need much help…”
She nods, her eyes full of arousal and desire.
"Take it slow," you gently advise as you lie back on the blanket, the soft fabric a comforting contrast to the cool grass beneath. "Start with some kisses along my chest and stomach, and then gradually make your way down."
“‘Take it slow or he will blow’, got it. Like a study rhyme for class.” Laura laughs, and flushes. “Ok, I’m more embarrassed that I said that, than the fact that I’m doing this to you. That’s a good sign I guess.” She looks into your eyes, and looks down at your erection, still in her hand. “I’m, uh, going to shut up and do you now.”
Laura follows your guidance, her lips tenderly exploring your body, her touch lighting a trail of warmth that sends shivers down your spine.
Her hand stays on your erection, stroking it gently as she leans in to kiss you again. You can feel the heat building up inside you, and you know what's coming next.
"I’m ready," Laura whispers, her voice low. "This ok?"
You nod, not able to speak for fear of breaking the moment. She smiles, then tentatively licks just the head once. She looks at it, running her hand along your length, and smiles. The feeling is intense, and you can't help but moan softly as she lightly brushes her lips against you, kissing the side of your member cutely and looking up at you.
"Oh my god," you gasp out, reaching down to stroke her hair gently. "You don’t need any more instruction." She giggles, flashing a smile at you, before leaning in for another kiss, this time ending it with a lick.
Her lips and tongue explore you with a tender curiosity, her movements growing bolder as she discovers the ways in which she can bring you pleasure. The sensation is exquisite, a symphony of warmth and connection that fills your entire being.
She's got your entire head in her mouth now, and she starts to bob, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you know that if she keeps going like this, it won't be long before you explode into an orgasm.
“Slow down,” you gasp out.
She looks up at you, flushed, pausing her work. “Oh, that good?” She looks proud.
“That good,” you confirm.
Laura's eyes meet yours, a spark of desire lighting up her gaze as she lowers her head again, her lips coming tantalizingly close to your arousal. She licks you, tracing a slow, deliberate path along your length, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
You intake a breath sharply as Laura focuses her attention on the tip, her tongue swirling around you. You let out a low moan, the sound echoing. Laura's eyes flicker up to meet yours, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips at the sight of your pleasure. The sight of her pleasure in your reaction only serves to heighten your own arousal, the knowledge that she's enjoying this as much as you are adding another layer to the experience.
You can feel the waves building within you, your breaths growing more ragged, your body tensing in anticipation. Laura's eyes meet yours, seeking your reassurance and approval, and you offer her a smile of encouragement, your hand gently stroking her hair as she continues to bring you closer to that peak of ecstasy.
As the crescendo of sensation reaches its zenith, you find yourself on the precipice of completion, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure. You grab her head, moaning as she continues her divine motion. “I’m close…”
With one final, tender lick from her tongue, you reach your moment of completion, a deep, shuddering breath escaping your lips as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your hips buck involuntarily as you unload into her mouth, a look of surprise showing on her face. She looks conflicted for a moment, and then swallows, looking up at the last shakes of your body with a smile.
As the echoes of your ecstasy slowly fade, Laura makes her way back up your body, pressing gentle kisses to your skin as she goes. When she reaches your lips, you pull her into a tender, passionate kiss, a silent expression of gratitude.
As the two of you catch your breath, your bodies entwined and your hearts beating fast in sync, the warmth of your shared intimacy envelops you like a cocoon. Your heart rate begins to drop, as you relax into her arms. You hold her close, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours, the softness of her skin a balm against the cool evening air.
“It was… well, warm when it came out,” Laura says, laughing. “I wasn’t expecting that for some reason.”
You stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. “Well, inside my body is warm, I guess. And you swallowed! That’s like, considered an advanced move.”
Laura twists to look up at you quizzically. “Really? Spitting it out on the ground seemed way grosser. Like seriously, imagine it, is there anything less romantic? Besides, it didn’t taste bad or anything, just kind of weird. People really spit it out? So undignified.”
You laugh, squeezing her lightly. As you lie there beneath the vast expanse of the starry sky, the world around you seems to fall away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of each other.
As you hold Laura in your arms, her head resting on your chest, she lets out a contented sigh that seems to encapsulate the depth of her happiness. Laura's voice is soft and full of affection as she speaks. "I can't even begin to describe how much I liked that. It was so intimate and special. It's like I totally controlled you. I like that.”
She gets a faraway look in her eye before continuing, “Thank you for guiding me through it and for making me feel so safe. And having a really cute face when you come."
You feel your heart swell. "I loved it too. A guy could get used to that. Any time you want to control me, be my guest. Also, you definitely have a cuter orgasm face."
As you continue to bask in the warmth of the moment, a playful glint appears in Laura's eyes, and she can't help but giggle. "Nuh uh, you do. End of story” Laura looks up at you with a determined face, and you decide it’s best to let her win this one. Laura brushes a soft quick kiss against your lips. “Who would've thought we'd be lying here, under the stars, in the nude, in post-coital bliss? The match program was matching a little better than they thought, huh?"
You chuckle, the memory of your initial nervousness a stark contrast to what you have now. "Yeah, we've definitely come a long way. I never dared to imagine you’d be blowing me on the side of a hill, a month from when I got that first text from you."
She pouts at you. “It doesn’t sound so romantic when you put it like that! It feels romantic here in your arms, though. Try, ‘having an intimate moment under the stars.’” She laughs, snuggling into you more, tracing little circles across your chest.
The laughter you share in that moment is light and joyful. As your giggles subside, you pull Laura closer, her body pressed against yours, and you revel in the comfort and intimacy of the moment.
As you cuddle, the temperature begins to dip, Laura shivers slightly, her voice a soft whisper as she says, "I'm getting a little cold."
Immediately you pull her closer, trying to share your warmth. "Let's get you warmed up. We should put our clothes back on."
With gentle, unhurried movements, you help each other get dressed, maintaining the intimate connection that has been woven throughout your evening together. You pick up Laura's shirt - she looks so good in it - and carefully help her slip her arms through the sleeves, your fingers lightly brushing against her skin as you do so.
Laura returns the favor, her hands tenderly helping you into your shirt, her touch warm and reassuring. Even this simple act of dressing each other feels incredibly intimate and romantic.
Next, you slide on her panties, kissing up her legs and making her squirm and giggle as the silk brushes against her skin. You help her step into her pants, your hands softly guiding her legs as she regains her footing. She gazes into your eyes with a warm smile and pulls the fabric up, fastening the button. In turn, she assists you with your pants, with perhaps a little more exploration with her hands than is necessary.
Finally, you both don your jackets, the added layers beginning to chase away the chill that had crept in. As you zip up Laura's jacket, you take a moment to pause, your fingers brushing the soft fabric at her collarbone, your eyes locked on hers. You lean in to press a lingering kiss to her forehead, a silent expression of your care for her. She practically melts into you.
You and Laura pack up your blanket and belongings and head out. Hand in hand, you leave the secluded spot, the only witness to your love and intimacy, embarking on the journey back home.
As you walk together toward the car, your fingers intertwined and your steps in sync, the path before you is illuminated by the soft glow of the moon and the twinkle of the stars, their light seeming to conspire on your behalf to create an intimate night.
You reach the car and begin the journey home, in comfortable silence, your hand casually on her leg.
