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Here’s the second part of the letter from the guy with his blindfolded roommate. This time, his roommate is a sexy flight attendant on layover.
Anyway, the very next day my Bavarian roommate went on a trip, but she let a girl that she just met the day before use her bed. So the next night there was a different hot girl in the bed next to mine! She was an American from California. She was not a student, but worked as a flight attendant. Or as they use to be called, a stewardess. I think there is a movie called Swinging Stewardess, so I had my hopes up. She looked to be in her early 20′s with a pretty face. Her eyes looked like she could have been Persian.
I only spoke with her briefly, but she said that she had been all over the world including Japan, Morocco, Mexico, Nicaragua. She said that she enjoyed meeting local people and hanging out with them, even if they didn’t speak English. By this, did she mean that, when she was on layover, she hooked up with swarthy local men from third world countries and fucked them? I have heard more than a few stories that it is common for American and European girls to go to places like Mexico, Tunisia and the Caribbean and let the poor black and brown men who live there fuck them silly. It’s a form of sex tourism.
Late That Night
Anyway, when I came into the room at 12:30 AM to go to bed, the overhead lights were dimmed, but not turned off and the new girl was already in bed. It looked like she had fallen asleep with her iPad. She was facing my bed with her eyes closed. I had to get undressed for bed, so I stood halfway between our beds facing her. She was about a 20 cm away from me. I dropped my Lakers shorts to the floor. Then I dropped my boxer shorts. I stood in front of her, naked from the waist down.I already had an erection and it was sticking straight out. I flicked it, but didn’t want to linger too long because I was afraid she would open her eyes. (The light was still dimly lit.)
I turned off the light and went to bed. I had a solid erection and was flicking it. As I lay there, I could hear her moving about, so I knew she was not asleep. I wondered if she had seen me with my dick out? Anyway I still had the erection, and was flicking it under my covers.
I could hear that she was awake for a long time, and I kept thinking that she was interested in sex and wanted to see my cock, which would explain why she left the lights on and was facing my bed pretending to sleep, so that when I came in and got undressed she could check out my unit. I pulled back the sheets, and lay there with my dick pointing straight up.
I was hoping she would say something but, alas, she didn’t say anything. I couldn’t think of what to say or do to hook up with her. Maybe I should have asked if she was sleeping, because it sounded like she wasn’t. “Excuse me, Miss. Are you asleep?” If she answered, I could have said, “Come here! Let me help you relax and go to sleep.” If she came over, I would have started by tongue kissing her and feeling her up. If I got that far, I would have known what to do.
The Next Day
The next morning when it was light, I glanced over at her and saw her sleeping. She looked like an angel sleeping. I got up, put on my boxers shorts and went down the hall to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I came back, she was still in the same position. I stood on the opposite side of her bed, took my cock and balls out through the opening in the boxers and flicked it. I still had an erection from the night before. Standing next to her, I started to stroke it. She was facing the other way so I if she awoke and opened her eyes, she wouldn’t be looking right at me.
I wanked for a while, and suddenly realized that there was a mirror on the opposite wall that she could see me in. So I hurried back to my bed, pulled the covers up and played with my permanent erection.
A few minutes later, at about 8:15, her phone started playing music. The sexy stewardess jumped out of bed, fully dressed, and grabbed her suitcase, which was already packed. She said that her parents were waiting outside to pick her up. She said goodbye and left.
Strangely, before she left, she gave me a bag of crisps. Consolation prize? I think so. Her message was that I could have had pussy, but all I got was a lousy bag of crisps.
Soon after this, as a senior, I was offered a single room in the dorm. But I didn’t take it. Why would I want to be in a room by myself, when in the co-ed dorm room there were pretty girls who gave me an erection all night.
P.S. If you think this story is made up, I can prove it is true. Here is the bag of crisps. It is this 22.5g bag of Smiths CHIPSTICKS.