Chapter 8: The university years 1981-83

Part 1: Relationships cum and go

I came home from my second debauched eight weeks in France with Pierre and Francine, and after an idyllic month in the loving arms of Matt, and a beautiful weekend with Mr Big, it was time to head up North to start my first term at university.

I had now been in my escort relationship with Mr Big for over a year and we both knew that we were in love. His PA Jane had become my best friend and she also knew that we loved each other, so was very protective of both of us, although that did not prevent her from playing her part in arranging the degrading experiences for Little Slut. He had also let me go off for my second summer in France, even though he knew full well what Little Slut would be doing there.

That October of 1981 marked a significant change in my “working” relationship with both Big and Jane. As soon as I was at university and settled into my new accommodation, all the problems about communicating suddenly stopped. Jane, or even Big himself, could phone me any time to discuss plans and talk openly about our relationship. It also meant that Big could see me almost any time he wanted – the “every two months” necessity disappeared, and I saw him roughly every two weeks instead, which remained the pattern in 1982 and 1983. So that was the most important relationship in my university life, and he remained the only person I truly loved until his death in 1990.

My other relationship up to that autumn of 1981 was with the lovely Matt, who I had been with for 18 months by that time. Like Laurent before him I did love him but I had Mr Big running in parallel with him for a year, plus I had now had two debauched “French immersion” summers in France. Increasingly I realised that I was not in love with Matt in the same way as Mr Big and, while extremely fond of him, I did not want the relationship to continue.

That first term at university was difficult, trying to keep a long-range relationship going when we both knew it was petering out. By Christmas an unexpected way out presented itself to both of us, when Matt received a wonderful career move to spend three years working in Hong Kong. I had discussed Matt with Jane and I did wonder if his job opportunity had been fixed by her or Big but she denied it and said it was just his talent and good fortune that had got him the chance.

I came back for my second term in January 1982, with no romantic baggage except Mr Big, and my 19th birthday looming in April. Now, living away from home in a small one-bedroom apartment I had found, with its own telephone, for which I was using some of Big’s escort fees to pay the rent, and no reputation to worry about, I decided that I did not want any serious ties but did want an active sex life and fun. So, in 1982 and 1983 I had a series of meaningless but enjoyable liaisons with students and professors, and if I did have a reputation, it was probably as an easy lay who was quite enterprising in her sex life but always fun to be with. And that is how it stayed until the start of my final university year in October 1983.

One October night I was in a student pub in town with some friends catching up on all our news from the summer – obviously I was bit economic with the truth about my own summer. One of the Mr Big rules that I followed religiously was no underwear – no bra, no panties, no tights (although he had agreed to long woollen stockings when the temperature dropped) - and no trousers, jeans, or shorts – nothing that would impair access to my pussy and breasts. After liaisons with several students and three professors since my loving farewell to Matt, I am pretty sure that everyone knew my sartorial preferences!

Part 2: meeting my mystery man

Anyway, there I was, in this pub, wondering who might be worth a “quickie” as I had not had sex for three weeks while Big was away on business, when I became conscious of a dark-haired guy of about 40 (oh dear, that older man weakness again) standing in the corner of the bar, staring at me with piercing eyes. Over the next 30 minutes I casually manoeuvred my way to his end of the pub, his eyes following me the whole way, until suddenly I was standing right in front of him. He smiled quietly and nodded to me. I, in turn, quietly said “Hi.” It was hot in the pub and I had taken my jacket off, my nipples by now sticking out invitingly through my T-shirt, which he looked at directly, before dropping his eyes to my bare legs.

At last, he spoke, saying,” So, you are the one who wears no knickers or bras and is an easy lay, I was hoping to meet you.” Momentarily thrown by this blunt conversation opener, I eventually nodded and said, “Yes that is probably me.” “Why do you not wear any undies?” “Because my lover told me not to.” “One of the professors or a student?” “Neither – my real lover”

He said nothing more until, “It is a bit boring in here, do you want to come outside?”

I looked at him for a while without replying, thinking this was the most direct and blunt pick-up line I had received at university, and it made me think of Little Slut in France who was treated in the same way. His approach sent a tingle through my loins to my pussy and clitoris, until I whispered a simple “yes.”

“I will meet you across the road while you get your jacket” he said, and again I just said yes. I grabbed my jacket, said a few farewells, and headed out the door alone, so no gossip about who I was with. I stood and looked around for him for a minute before I saw him standing in dark shadows on the edge of a small park opposite the pub. I walked to him, feeling that sexual excitement I get when I know I am about to do something I will regret. I stopped about a foot in front of him and he said “Hi.” I did not reply but simply put my hands on his chest, raised myself on to tiptoe and placed a light kiss on his lips. His arms went round me and pulled me in for a bigger and longer kiss, and my arms went up around his neck. We stayed that way for what seemed an eternity but probably was not.

He took my hand and led me further into the park to a bench just inside the gates. We sat down and for the first time he touched my body. My nipples were rigid, from cold and excitement, and he circled them with his finger tips, making them even more pronounced as they poked through my thin T-shirt. In the dark he quietly said “Well now we know for sure you have no bra on” and we went back to kissing, his hands continuing to arouse my nipples and my excitement level.

His hand dropped to my thigh and the hem of my little skirt, stroking my smooth inner thigh, and sliding under my skirt, I made no attempt to stop him and his hand continued to rise until it met wet pussy and bare mons. “Now you know for sure I am not wearing panties,” I boldly declared. In the next few minutes my T-shirt went up and my poor tense. nipples were released, sucked, bitten, and chewed, but there was no attempt to touch my vagina again.

I could not resist touching his bulging jeans, and slowly unzipped him. An expanding cock sprung out, and he said “Now you know for sure I go commando” at which we both burst out laughing. I took his big penis in hand and began to wank him slowly, his hand now going up my skirt to my vagina and beginning to work its magic on me.

At some point he pushed my jacket off my shoulders and helped me to shrug my arms out of the sleeves, where upon my T-shirt quickly followed and was thrown to the ground. Now naked from the waist up and only a small skirt covering my lower half, I slipped off the bench into a crouch and took his cock in my mouth, at the same time pushing his jeans down below his knees so I could play with his balls as I sucked him. While I was sucking, we heard voices from the pub, must be closing time, and more voices walking just the other side of the park fence. I continued until it was quiet again.

He lifted me up so I was standing in front of him and then gave my skirt a quick tug and pulled it down, dropping around my shoes. He leaned forward, lightly touching my labia and pulling them apart to reveal my inner pinkness, before moving his mouth to my wetness and began to eat my free-flowing nectar. I stood there, hands on his shoulders to steady myself as my legs began to quiver, naked in the park at nearly midnight. I quivered, my knees wobbled and my stomach fluttered, so I had to lower myself in to his lap, taking his solid penis into me. We started to fuck, changing positions and rhythms until neither of us could last any longer, him erupting inside me as I triggered a wonderful orgasm.

We silently dressed and then he asked me if I wanted to do this again. When I said yes, he told me “Next Tuesday, same time in the pub and then we can go someplace and fuck.” I meekly replied “Yes.”

Then he surprised me by saying “No names, no addresses, no telephone numbers, no personal chitchat, no underwear (said with grin) and no limitations on what we do. If either of us cannot make it just turn up the next week, same day, same time.” Once more I meekly replied “Yes” - this guy was being the dominant one and once more I found myself welcoming the orders of an older man. We walked away in different directions.

Part 3: we meet again I spent the week wondering what I should do – part of me knew it was stupid but the other half wanted more of this strange silent man. So, as I probably knew I would do all along, I went back to the pub, same day, same time. As I walked in and looked around, we saw each other across the bar, and he almost immediately walked out of the other door. I gave him a few minutes while I said a few hellos, then slipped out the door I had entered by. I could not see him in the park so walked around the corner of the pub, to the door he had left. Just down the road, on the corner of an alleyway that ran down to the back of the pub, I saw him. He casually waved to me and then disappeared down the alley.

I met him in the dark alley and we greeted each other with a deep kiss. I had deliberately worn a denim shirt dress with buttons all down the front as I was expecting him to want me naked at some point. I had also put on a short jacket. My expectations were met almost immediately. We stopped kissing and he slowly undid each button on my dress, before holding it open and began to kiss my nipples. I unzipped him and took his big penis out, fondling it as we stood there, my back against the pub wall. He lifted his hands to my jacket, to take it off I thought, but he took hold of my jacket and my dress and pulled both off in one clean tug. Now I was naked, just 30 metres down a dark alley from a busy main street. I pushed his jeans down to his knees and put my arms around his neck as his cock pressed against my bare belly and his hands explored every inch of my body. At last, he reached behind me and gripped an ass cheek in each hand, lifted me up, and as my legs wrapped around his waist, lowered me on to his erection. We then lost all inhibitions and just fucked – hard aggressive fucking with my back being scratched against the rough pub wall, until, as the first time, we both climaxed together.

We dressed and kissed again until, as we turned to walk back down the alley, he said the simple words “Next week, same day, same time, same pub.” He left me there and walked away. I watched him go and then, smiling, went into the pub and joined my friends, enjoying the wonderful feel of his cum running down the inside of my thigh and rapidly brushing my foot over a large drop that fell to the floor between my feet.

Week three was much colder but I wore nothing more than my usual clothes, but this time he took me to a parked car in a side road off the main street. He ushered me into the back seat where he stripped me, removed his own clothes, and then began a long, slow session of love making, ignoring the odd passerby. We were not really doing much that I had not done before in one form or another, but it was the silent domination, the lack of information about him or even about where he was taking me next, that forced me to continue with our meetings and the great sex made it worthwhile each time.

In the last week of term, before the Christmas break, he told me to meet him the first week after the start of the new term but this time in front of the town hall, where he had just screwed me wonderfully in the well-lit carpark. Each time we met it was more risky but exciting.

The first week of the new term, I walked into town to the town hall and saw him waiting in his car. Tonight, I had a thick shirt and a short kilt-type skirt on under my winter coat. I climbed in, kissed him, and sat back to see what would happen next.

“Take your coat off. Now take your skirt off. Now undo your shirt but you can keep it on for now” came the very explicit instructions, followed by another nice long kiss. As we broke away from the kiss, he pushed my legs apart and told me to keep them spread wide. We drove away and out of town, into a tourist car park on the edge of the hills. He took me into the back of the car where we had been before and made love for an hour until the cold became too much for me. Next time we met we did the same but went to a picnic area near the river. Both times I was told to stay naked until we had driven back into town and then he let me dress before he dropped me near the pub. “Next time just wear the coat and nothing under It” – oh my, was he another Mr Big?

Part 4: naked delivery

Next time I left my little apartment, wearing just my winter coat, and walked to the Town Hall where he was waiting for me. “Take the coat off” - It was a well-lit street but I did as told, and sat there naked as we drove through the city centre, stopping at traffic lights on several occasions. This time he drove me up into the hills to a viewing point overlooking the city, where he parked next to a picnic table. He made me get out into the freezing cold night, took me to the table and proceeded to fuck me on it. “Next time we will come here in daylight – meet me outside the Town Hall at 2.00 pm and where that dress with the buttons down the front”

Decidedly nervous about how this was going to happen in broad daylight, once more I walked to the meeting point, this time with a bit more clothing to keep me warm. When he pulled up in his car, he made me take the coat off before I could get in, and as I stood there, he told me to unbutton the dress as well. On a busy high street, I did as he told me, and climbed in, accepting his welcoming kiss, and let him open the dress fully. We drove through the city and up into the hills to the viewing point.