I was just nineteen, at uni, staying in digs with about ten other students. I was enjoying the freedom of life away from home, both academic and social. I'd realised there was plenty of sex on offer with first year students anxious to throw off the shackles of home life, and experience life in the adult world. My landlady was also a divorcee and seemed very friendly towards me, and I'd noticed a little casual flirting from her, much to my delight.
One day as I was on my way to my first lecture, she grabbed hold of me and asked for a favour. It transpired that she had a new student taking over one of the rooms recently vacated by a student who'd decided university life wasn't for him. The new tenant was a girl from Belgium, and needed some assistance to find her way to the digs. I was a little annoyed that my plans for the night would need some adjustment, but then I wondered what a foreign female student might be like. She was studying in the same faculty, and had arranged to meet me at the student union that night.
I managed the rendezvous and introduced myself to Nicole, from Bruges. We walked to the bus stop and waited for the next ride. We chatted a little although she seemed a little preoccupied. She was quite attractive with shoulder length jet black hair, hazel eyes, a nice comely figure and very nice face. She talked about her life in Belgium, her family, her boyfriend, and her job (which was the reason she was starting on a year long course in finance). We reached our destination and I indicated to her the local places of interest (not many really but included the ATM machine, local mini-supermarket and a couple of decent pubs).
Her stuff had been delivered to the digs and I helped her carry it from the hallway to her room. I left her and made my way back to my own room, offering her any further help should she need it.
I didn't really see much of her over the next two weeks; the odd short encounter around the digs, a passing glance as we went from lecture to lecture at the University. But, as I got onto the bus home one Friday, I felt a tap on my arm and I looked around to find her smiling face. I quickly sat next to her.
She seemed a lot more engaged, and animated, and seemed excited about her first few weeks at university. When we alighted from the bus she immediately suggested a drink to thank me for my help. I'd planned on meeting some friends later (including a local girl I was interested in), but decided to go along for a quick one. Well, one became two, two became three and three...well, I lost count.
By the time we reached our digs it was half ten and I wasn't going anywhere else. As we walked up the stairs she invited me into her room for a nightcap. I readily accepted, a feeling of anticipation growing inside me.
"Take your shoes off, and you can lie on my bed," she said. She poured me a Belgian liqueur which I sipped gingerly. It wasn't really to my taste, but she seemed to relish it. The liqueur seemed to grow on me, as I started my second glass. She was also starting to grow on me. We were certainly getting closer and even a little flirting between us broke out!
At some point she decided to go to the bathroom. I asked if she wanted me to go to my own room, but she responded with a playful shake of her head.
I must have dozed off momentarily, for the next thing I remember was her door opening and she entered wearing a silky pink robe. She sat next to me, very close and I could see a little of the contours of her breasts inside the robe. We looked at each other intently. Without a word we kissed. First, short pecks, then more lengthy kisses exploring each other's lips and tongues. We parted momentarily, and she pulled the robe apart with her deliciously perfect breasts now fully exposed.
I was dumbstruck for a minute before we continued to kiss, more passionately now. My hand moved towards her breasts and I softly caressed both, running my fingers over her now very hard nipples. I reluctantly stopped kissing and moved down to kiss and lick her nipples which she quite obviously enjoyed. She moaned a lot and I moved from one breast to the other. She seemed to like it when I sucked her nipples deep into my mouth and circled them with the tip of my tongue. I slipped her robe off completely and I could now see she had a pair of white lacy panties. As I continued to arouse her with my mouth on her breasts, my hand meandered down her belly, my finger tracing a line down towards the edge of her panties.