I’m a hot teen slut, so when my car wouldn’t start and I needed to be on campus for the first day of the new semester, I knew I was too good for the bus. My hot ass doesn’t sit on any form of public transportation. I put on a sexy outfit, conveniently forgot panties and a bra, and decided to hitch a ride. I honestly thought it would not be hard to score a ride from a hot older man in Lexus or something. The first guy to stop was in some old beater car; I think it was called a Pinto. Looked older than me. He asked me how much. I am a hot teen slut I told him, not a teen whore. I’m not for hire. I mean really, do I look like the kind of girl who fucks a man in something called a Pinto?
Hitching a ride was proving challenging. Nothing but gang bangers, broke college boys and working class joes driving beaters. I was going to be late, and despite my party ways, I do like to make a good impression on the first day of class. Why do you think I didn’t wear undergarments? I had to get to campus and all my friends live way across the city near campus; no way they could get to me during rush hour and back in time. So, I started flashing my goods, knew once someone saw my sweet bald cunnie, they would want to help a girl out.
Finally, a car worthy of a hot teen slut pulled over and offered me a ride. I know a Bentley is a nice car; means the owner has money and usually class. I was surprised however that the driver was not a man, but an older woman. I think the term is Puma. She was well groomed, sharply dressed, likely close to 60 but looked like early 50s. She had a dominant bitch air about her; friendly, but cool. Lectured me about self respect and the dangers of hitchhiking. She was going to campus too. I figured she was a dean or something. I was attracted to her actually. Such composure, such class. At a stop light, I slid my hand up her pencil skirt, found her pussy and started fingering her. She looked at me with an icy stare. I thought she might yell at me, but she said, “Think you can make me cum little girl?” Oh challenge accepted. I love a challenge.
I found her hard throbbing clit and massaged it in circles. Slow, steady, very rhythmically. She was super wet. She had a hairy snatch. I could feel it. Not use to carpet! I was dripping myself. We got close to campus, and I felt her clit get even harder. I could feel her cunt clenching. I knew she was going to cum. I yanked her skirt up to her waist, peeled her panties to the side, and put my face in her lap. Fingered her cunt while I licked her clit. I felt her palm the back of my head, pushing me deep in her pussy. Her long legs braced the floor of her car, she grabbed the steering wheel and squirted all over my face. I licked her pussy clean. I liked the way she smelled and tasted. My first puma. Yummy. I thanked her for the lift. She thanked me for the orgasm. Unlike most men, she didn’t beg for my number or my name.
Didn’t ask if I was on Facebook . She did not care to know anything about me, likely hoped she would never see me again. She saw me again though, sooner than she had planned, when she walked into teach Advanced Microbiology. Oh yes, this is going to be a great semester.
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