Dorms of the University of Alberta

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I visited the University of Alberta last summer for a conference. Deciding to make a vacation out of it, my wife of one year, Anne, came along; we were planning to tour the Canadian Rockies after my meeting. We chose to stay in a cheap place in Edmonton so as to have more money for the rest of our trip. While not poor, we were saving our pennies. With this in mind, imagine our surprise when we found out one of housing options was the dorms at U of A. The rooms were cheap--$15 a person a day. The cheapest hotel was $55 a day. For four nights, we figured we could "rough it" in the dorms. Anne and I joked about reliving our college days.

We arrived in Canada on Tuesday afternoon. We picked up our rental car, and proceeded to the dorm. It was a classic-huge, 4 separate towers connected by internal walkways, big cafeteria, cinderblocks, ugly carpeting, murals by past students on the walls. We checked in and were informed that we would be up on the 7th floor of Henday Hall. The dorms were about full; most of the other residents were people attending conferences, and kids attending various camps. After parking in the lot, we hauled our gear up to our room. It was a total flashback for both of us. I don't think either of us had been in a dorm since college (12 years for me, 10 years for Anne). After getting turned around once, we finally located our room, which had a nice view of the city. The room had two single beds (drag), two desks, two small chests, a closet, and two chairs. All furnishings seemed to have been purchased in the 1950's. Also included were linens, which was a good thing because we had forgot them. However, the towels were very small-about 18 x 36 inches. They reminded me of bathmats. There were 3 bathrooms on the floor-2 for men, 1 for women. One was at the beginning of every hallway. The main area had the elevators, washing machines, and lounge.

After settling in, I made way to the bathroom where I ran into Jim, another conference attendee. He informed me that a lot of people from the conference were staying on our floor, as well as a bunch of college kids who were coaching waterpolo camps for younger teens. Jim said the kids were pretty nice and fairly quiet because they had practice and games all day. I was happy to hear this as I did not want to be kept up all night by wild teenagers. Jim and I agreed to catch an early dinner.

The three of us ate at a nice Italian restaurant near campus. Anne had a few drinks which made her chatty and frisky. She kept grabbing me as we were walking back to the dorm. I mentioned that I would like to check my email, and Jim informed me that there were rooms with computers for just such a purpose. All I had do to sign out a key from the front desk. Jim went up to bed and Anne and I went to the front desk. She seemed disappointed that we were not going up to the room to fool around. Reluctantly, we got a key and headed to bowels of the dorm. The computer rooms were in a long narrow hallway. Each door had a tiny window that was about head high. The rooms were small, and contained two computers, separated by a divider. I signed in and was catching up on my email, when Anne started to kiss and lick my ear. Her one hand stroked my hair, while her other rested on my thigh. "Let's go up stairs," she whispered in my ear.

"In a few minutes, I am almost done."

"Please. Now, I want you now." She squeezed my thigh.

"Oh, I'll take care of you in due time," I said.

Her hand went to my crotch. She outlined my cock, which was growing harder. I closed out of my email. "Don't you want me?" she asked. She kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my cock. I started to squirm. "I want you to eat my pussy," she whispered.

"Maybe," I teased. She pouted. "Maybe if you're good to me."

She got a wicked smile, and said softly, "I'll swallow your cum, if you want."

"I want. I want now."

Suddenly more lively, she asked, "What if the other person comes in? We'll get caught."

"This place is dead. No one will come in." She looked hesitant. I unzipped my pants and fed her hand inside them. Her faced changed to a seductive smile. She undid my belt buckle and unbuttoned my pants. I shifted my chair and self 45 degrees to the left. My wife tried to pull my dick out, but the situation was awkward, so I raised my butt and pulled my pants and underwear down. Anne focused her attention on my hard cock. She stroked it a few times, and then leaned over to lick it. In order to be more comfortable, she moved to the floor and knelt in front of me. Her tongue moved up and down my cock. Looking me in the eye, she smiled. She was in the zone. I leaned back and enjoyed my blowjob. My breathing was deepening and my pulse was up.

I heard some noise from the hall-some people walked by the door. Glancing over, I saw a face pass by in the window. After a moment, the face returned. It was a student. His eyes bugged out and his mouth hung open as he stared at my wife giving me head. Suddenly, a second head appeared, from the lower part of the window. It was a woman-another student. It was obvious that they were together and she was too short to see through the window completely. They stared. I stared back, and started to smile. Being watched was turning me on. I flashed them thumbs up. I was certain they would realize they were caught, and run away, but instead they gave me thumbs up back. I was surprised.

Anne was doing a great job on my cock. I was building toward my orgasm. I felt the slight tug in the base of my spine and it told me I was about to have an orgasm. "I'm gonna cum," I breathed. My wife sucked harder. "Swallow my cum," I said loudly, "swallow, swallow, swallow!" My load left my dick and entered Anne's mouth and throat. The excitement of being watched helped produce a large amount of jizz, and my wife momentarily choked. But being an expert cocksucker, she regained her composure and took the remainder of my cum. She backed off my cock, sat back on her legs and smiled. A small amount of jizz leaked from the corner of her mouth. I lazily glanced at the door; our spies were still there. I leaned down and kissed my wife. Our tongues danced. Some guys find snowballing or tasting their own cum gross, but I find it exciting. I also find that it encourages my wife. I leaned back and let out a sigh. "You are one fine cocksucker, you know that." Anne sat back in her chair and giggled slightly.

Pulling up my pants, I announced, "Now it is my turn to please you."

"Here?" she asked.

"Yeah," and my hands went to her tits. I kneaded them and leaned in to kiss her again. My tongue reached deep in her mouth. Over her shoulder, our viewers were still there. I brought one hand down to her crotch and started to rub. Using the palm of my hand, I built up friction. Anne moaned a little. "Get those pants down so I can lick you," I ordered. I moved back as she stood up and lowered her pants. She pulled one leg over her shoe, so I could have better access to her pussy. Anne leaned back in her chair, while I got on the floor. Her pussy was full and open. Her juices were running. I circled her lips with my fingers, then plunged one inside. She sighed. Spreading her lips with my fingers I lowered my mouth to her clit. I sucked on it, then moved my tongue across it. She squirmed a little. I knew that she was so turned on that it would not be long before she came. I moved one hand under her shirt and squeezed her tits. I alternated sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue. Finally, I settled on sucking. This drove her over the edge for within a few minutes, she started to breath deeply and moan. Her pussy pulsated as she came. Her orgasm lasted for over 30 seconds. Eventually, she calmed down and I backed off. Looking at the door's window, our two friends were still there. After Anne started to put her pants back on, they left. We got straightened up and departed.

We returned the key to the desk and retreated to our dorm room. After brushing my teeth, we settled into our single beds. I was still horny-my dick would not calm down. Anne went fast to sleep.

The conference began in earnest the next day, as did a record heat wave. The temperatures spiked as did the humidity. I was in one long lecture after another all day. Impromptu meetings after the final talk allowed me only 10 minutes to run up to the room to meet Anne. We had to go to the annual banquet, which proved to be good in some ways (the food and the company) and bad in others (the speeches and the lack of adequate air conditioning).

By the time we got back to Henday Hall, it was 10:30pm. Despite the length of my day, I was still fairly awake. Anne on the hand was drunk. She had had 3 full glasses of wine and 2 beers a the banquet. She wasn't walking straight. Also, she was real horny. She gets like that when she drinks. The dorm was even hotter than the banquet hall. It had to be 80 degrees in our room. Opening the window didn't help. The moment we walked into our room, my wife was all over me. She grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. She tongue-kissed me and pressed her body against mine. I was enjoying it, to say the least. I was feeling horny, but also very hot and sticky. I really needed a shower. I broke our embrace and told Anne that I felt dirty, and wanted to get clean. She seemed disappointed by that comment, but noted that she was sweaty too.

"We should take a shower together, like at home. Wouldn't that be daring? Sneaking into the girls' shower room together?"

My dick surged to great heights with that suggestion. I never had a girlfriend while I lived in the dorms, but I always fantasized about doing daring things. "Yes," I said, "let's do it. But. we can't do it in the women's showers cause if I get caught there, people will call the police. But if you get caught in the men's showers, people will just smile."

She kissed me hard and said, "Okay."

We quickly stripped down to shorts and tee-shirt. We grabbed our towels and soap (I made sure to grab the key). My wife got her shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, and louffa. "Why are you taking all that?" I asked.

"I was going to wash my hair," she replied. Whatever.

The men's bathroom was at the end of our hall. The room was separated into two parts. The first was the largest and had a row of sinks, several urinals and a row of stalls. The second room was through the first, and off to the right; it contained 6 shower stalls. Each of the showers was separated by a half-wall (going from slightly below the 9 foot ceiling to about a foot above the floor). The stalls themselves had parts; the first had hooks for your clothes, the second was the shower itself. Each section was separated by a sheer curtain, but the curtains did not go all the way; they only covered _ of the opening. There were benches under the windows across from the stalls.

We had to operate stealthily. Anne waited in the main area of the floor, out by the elevators, while I went into the men's room. The coast was clear, so I gave my wife the thumbs up and she quickly joined me. We practically ran to the shower stalls, and chose the last one. My dick was hard. We quickly stripped and entered the shower. I was so excited, my cock hurt. Anne and I kissed like crazy and rubbed our bodies together under the hot water. Eventually, we broke off our embrace and began to soap each other up. She washed me and I washed her. We paid particular attention to our crotches. I soaped up her pussy to a fine lather. I even clean her ass, and shoved a finger inside. She stroked my cock with soap until it foamed. She even shoved a finger up my ass too. I was done, but she wanted to wash her hair. I stepped out of the shower, grabbed my towel and clothes, walked out of the stall, sat on the bench and began to dry myself. It was natural for me to do this because, after all, it was the men's room. But what would Anne do?

Suddenly, I flashed on an incident I saw happen back in college. Our big rec center had two locker rooms-the main one, and one by the pool. Once I saw a woman walking in the main hall with only a towel on. She was moving between the lockrooms. There were dozens of people in the hall, and most could not take their eyes off of her. Her loose tits under her towel jiggled as she walked.

A devious grin came over me. I quickly dressed as Anne continued to wash her hair. I grabbed her clothes, but left her towel (which was very small). I wanted to see my beautiful wife jiggle as she walked down the long hall to our dorm room. "Almost done?" I asked.

"Almost."

"I'll go check to see if the coast is clear." I scampered off into the other room. No one around. Just then, I heard a some talking from the hall. The students had returned. I poked my nose out the door and saw several of them standing in the doors of their rooms talking (just like all college kids do in their dorms). I went back into the shower room.

Anne was now drying herself. "Chris, where's my clothes?" she asked with urgency.

I merely replied, "Coast is clear," and slowly left. I walked down the hall. I said a few "heys" to the students. Only three doors were open, but one was directly across from our room. In it stood two guys and a women. I opened my door, walked in, and put our things away.

I made my way back to the door and peeked into the hall. There at the other end was my wife, timidly walking out of the bathroom. No one noticed her. Even at the distance I could tell that her face was red. Also, she was having a difficult time keeping the towel covering her. Because of its size, the towel barely wrapped around her body, much less could be hooked or knotted so as to stay on without holding it with her hand. As well as the towel, Anne had only a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash, and the louffa. These things she found difficult to hold while trying keep covered. I could see her tits jiggling as she walked. I got an instant erection. Then she dropped the shampoo. It made a hollow sound and all the people looked at her. They stared as she tried in vain to pick up the bottle. As she bent over, the opening slit of the towel became a mighty gap. At the right angle, you could see most of her body. Picking up the bottle, she rushed down the hall. I was enjoying this show of accidental (purposeful on my part) exhibitionism.

As she approached the door, I closed it. I watched through the peephole as she came to the door, tried the knob, and upon finding it locked, knocked. I was feeling very devious and very horny, so I stripped out of my clothes. She pounded. I put the chain on the door and opened it. "Yesss?" I said in a creepy voice.

"Let me in," she insisted.

"Password?"

I could see the embarrassment increase in her face. I also notice my neighbors across the hall staring at us. "Just let me in, please."

"Wrong." And with that, I reached out and grabbed her towel. I think she was too stunned to know what was happening. I pulled the towel in and closed the door. I heard howling and looked out through the peephole. Our neighbors were laughing it up. The fisheye lense allowed me to see my wife trying to cover herself up with her hands. She knocked again. "Please." I opened the door with chain on, and asked, "Password?" "I don't know." "Something you like to do is the password."

"Run?"

"Wrong." I closed the door.

She knocked again. I opened. "Password." She looked at me with concern. I also noticed she had forgotten to cover up her body.

"Say, `I'"

"I."

"Like."

"Like."

"To fuck!"

"To fuck. Now let me in."

"All together, and louder."

Anne said loudly, "I like to fuck!" I heard my neighbors gasp and giggle.

"Okay." I closed the door and unhooked the chain and opened it wide. I stood there completely naked with a huge hard-on. "Get in here and prove it!" She ran in and grabbed me. I started to close the door, when I notice she forgot the shampoo, etc. in the hall. I reminded her of this and opened the door wide. The three kids continued to stare. After she retrieved the items, I shut the door.

I thought she was going to be super pissed at me, but instead she was super horny. She pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me. Our mouths kissed like it was the end of the world. She grabbed my dick and mounted me. I slid right in because she was so juicy. My wife bounced up and down on me like I was a wild bull. It was so intense. She sat back and really started to ride me. I squeezed her tits as her pussy squeezed my cock. I began moving my hips the best I could. I placed one hand down to her clit and she exploded. She moaned and wailed like I have never heard before. Her orgasm was intense; it felt like she was going to break my dick off.

After she calmed down, she got off me. I had yet to cum. My cock felt like it was going to explode. She grabbed it with her hands and started to jerk me off. Within ten seconds, I exploded all over her hands and my chest. Some of it reached my neck. Anne immediately went down on me. She cleaned my cock, her hands and then my chest. We kissed a bit, then she fell on to the bed next to me. She let a huge sigh, then started to giggle. "Wow," was all she said.

"Wow," I replied. After a moment, I continued, "That was incredible. We have to do that again. You really got excited by showing off."

"Yeah. At first I was scared, but I became more and more turned on."

"I thought you would be mad." My dick started to spring back to life. "But it turned me on too to see you being ogled by those guys. It made me feel lucky that I married to such a sexy woman." We kissed and assumed a cuddle position. Eventually, we fell asleep.

Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday-meetings and speeches. Although interesting, I had a tough time staying awake after lunch. Once again, I had a committee meeting that ran late (I hate the petty politics of these things). By the time I got back to the room, it was close to 8pm. Anne was waiting impatiently for me. We hooked up with a couple of other attendees, and went out for a nice dinner. My wife drank heavily, again. I was just pleased that she is a happy, funny, and horny drunk. We said goodbye to everyone (most were leaving the next day) and stumbled up to our room.

It was like d‚j… vu; Anne was all over me, but the heat and day was making me feel sticky. "You want a repeat of last night," I asked as I rubbed my wife's crotch.

"Yes," she said, "but no taking my clothes."

"Okay."

"Also, I want to fuck in the shower."

"That sounds like fun." We gathered our things and headed to the men's room. The coast was clear so we quickly made for the second stall. Stripping naked, we entered the shower. Under the hot water we pressed our bodies together. My dick was hard and was getting squashed between us. We disengaged, and began to soap each other up. I made sure to concentrate on my wife's beautiful tits and pussy. When we were soapy, we smashed our bodies together and rubbed them. Her slick skin was such a turn-on. Rinsing off, we kissed again. I turned my wife around, and slowly bent her over a little bit. At this angle it was easy for me to work my cock inside her pussy. Eventually, I made it all the way in, and we just stood there enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, we heard a ruckus from the outer room. Voices drew nearer to the shower room. I knew right away that it was the waterpolo coaches coming in for an evening shower. There had to be about ten of them. My wife and I froze. I didn't know what to do, but I was turned on. Both of us were facing the shower opening. Although you could not make details, you could see shapes clearly through the sheer curtains. We saw a bunch of them walk by, but none seem to notice the two of us; they only noticed that there was someone using the shower.