By the time I was twenty-four, I had gotten over the idea that I knew everything. The world of male-female relations was a mystery. My college biology class covered the clinical differences but not the physical and psychological ramifications of our sexuality. I liked sex and let my dick do the thinking often.

One day, I needed something from the hardware store. A sales clerk noticed my lost look in the department and asked if I needed help. I said, "I was looking for a wrench." She showed me where they were on a bottom shelf. I squatted down to look, and she squatted down to face me. She was wearing white granny panties, but they were pulled to the side. I was looking at her pussy, and it was looking at me. I tried to appear uninterested, but my boner gave me away.

I forgot about wrenches and asked her out for coffee. She told me there was a coffee shop next door, and she would be there in a few minutes. I ordered coffee for both of us and waited. When she came in, I had a chance to look her over more than before. She wore a white blouse over a black skirt and looked very prim. I suppose it was required for the job. She was only five feet tall and was slim. She had short brown hair that was the color of dark chocolate. Her cute pixie face seemed to be stifling a smile. Her breasts were the size of apples and looked to be as firm. Her tiny waist flared to thirty-four-inch hips. The skirt was above the knee and showed off fine-looking legs. Her feet were covered conservatively in white ankle socks and black flats.

She introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Cindy." I said, "Hi, I'm Tom." We did small talk for a while, but then she got serious. She told me her husband worked nights at the mill and gave me her phone number and address. "Can you come to see me around eight?" I sure as hell was going to try.

I arrived at her house at 7:50 with my heart racing; this was new to me. What if someone else was there? How was I going to explain myself to her husband? I timidly knocked on the door. When the door opened, thankfully, it was She. This time, she had only tan shorts and a tee shirt on. Her nipples were showing through the shirt, and her vulva was showing through the shorts. I was excited, and it showed through my shorts.

"Come on in. You want some coffee?"

"Sure, I'll have coffee."

We sat there for a time, and she got the ball rolling again. "Did you just come here for coffee?" With that urging, I stood and held out my hands for her. She rose and took my hand, leading me into her bedroom. She turned toward me, and I kissed her passionately. We danced with each other's tongues, increasing our lust.

I pulled her shirt off so I could see those beautiful tits. They were gorgeous. Nice and firm with nipples that stood out from aureoles that were a light tan and only about the size of a fifty-cent piece. I kissed and sucked each one before taking her shorts off. Her pussy lips were engorged and called to me, "Eat me."

She started pulling my clothes off. She unbuckled my belt, and my shorts came off. I unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked my loafers off and stood before her buck-naked with a huge hard-on. I picked her up, she was only ninety pounds, and put her on the bed. She spread her legs for me to kiss her there. I dove in, licking her labia and splitting them. She was already moist, and the taste was intoxicating. I found her clit and made her squirm. It was almost as though it was too much sensation for her. I backed off, but she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth into her. When she had her first orgasm, she pulled on my ears to get me up to her mouth and my dick at her pussy. I was kissing her with my tongue while she was putting my cock into her vagina. In less than a minute, we both climaxed. I laid there on her, spent. After a bit, she pushed me off and said I was too heavy.

We lay in her bed talking. I had never had such a violent climax. She said it was very good and wanted to do it again next week. I was glad she said next week because I wasn't sure I could get it up again after blowing my nuts like that.

She was a take-charge woman. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. I was glad she was attracted to me. Having her control the action was a boon to me, even though I did not have a lot of experience in this area.

The following week dragged for me. As soon as I recovered my sexual stamina, I was ready to go again. I dragged my ass around, going to work and dealing with my wife's honey-do list. There was always something to do with our one-hundred-year-old house.

Finally, it was time to go to Cindy's. I had a night class at the university, so it wasn't difficult to get out of the house. The prof usually gave us time to study after his lecture so I could get to Cindy's close to eight.

Less timid now, I knocked. The door was opened immediately by a naked Cindy. I charged in, kissed her, and started disrobing myself. We raced to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. I started kissing her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. She had goose pimples. I was thrilled that I could do that to her. Finally, I slowed down, and after a lingering kiss on her left breast, I moved to her belly button. Dragging my tongue down to it. I stuck my tongue in her belly button and wiggled it for a reaction. It was pleasant but not as exciting as what was to come. She pushed my head down to her vulva and commanded me to lick. It was already soaking wet, so I ran my tongue from bottom to top, separating her inner labia. At the top sits the clitoris, which some describe as the man in the boat. Flexing the muscles in my tongue, I stabbed the little nub and rolled it around for several minutes. Cindy broke out in a sweat. The skin on her buttocks was raised in bumps. I was holding her by the ass cheeks, and she was bucking against my face. Suddenly, she exploded. Her back arched, and she shuddered. She pushed me away because it was too much sensation.

We lay there for a time to catch our breath. In a bit, Cindy pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, tasting her own juice. I loved her taste and smell, probably pheromones. She tolerated and said, "You smell like pussy." She put my cock into her vagina and thrust against me. Shortly, I was pumping into her. Too soon, it was time for me to leave.

Our trysts went on through fall into winter. I would show up around eight on Wednesdays. The one exciting night occurred after we had about four inches of snow. I had been at Cindy's for nearly fifteen minutes. My pants and shoes were off, and she was down to panties. Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door. She said, "That might be Fred, her husband." Since the banging was at the back door, she told me to go to the front. She would make a lot of noise to cover my leaving by the front. I was naked from the waist down with my pants, shoes, and socks in my hand. She started up and down her stairs, thumping loudly. I opened the front as quietly as possible and exited. I ran through the snow bare to my car a block away. Fortunately, I met no one and got to my car unobserved. I put my clothes on and got the hell out of there.

The next week, she told me it was her brother-in-law. "He just wanted to get in my pants, so I fucked him to shut him up."

Things went along fine till she decided she loved me. She called my wife, confessed, and told her she wanted to marry me. I was having some extramarital sex. As my crass brother would say, I was just poking fun at her.

I apologized to my wife, Sally, and told her I would not do it again. It was over with Cindy. The wife cut me off for a while. I didn't blame her; I treated her badly. Eventually, my wife and I got things going again. Our lives had ups and downs, but we stayed together and had a few adventures of our own.

Cindy was not done with me yet. A few years later, I called my bank, and the woman answering asked, "Is that you, Jim?" She wanted to get reacquainted. We made arrangements to meet at a private parking place. I was fond of her.

I drove to the meeting somewhat excited. Cindy got in my truck, and we kissed deeply at once. The old passions flooded back to me. I wanted to rip her clothes off, but remembering she had to go back to her husband, I unbuttoned everything. Her blouse came off, followed by her bra. Her tits were just as firm as I remembered them. They felt good in my mouth. Her shorts and panties came off easily since she helped. We left my shirt on but dropped my pants to my ankles. She climbed on top, and we slid easily together. We were both wet. She had to do the work, and I was content to let her do it. It was great to be in her again.

After we had our orgasm, she started telling me about her life. She told me that her husband sometimes spanked her and then spit in her ass and fucked her there. That was an invitation, so I tipped her over my knee and spanked with my bare hand. Unfortunately for her, my hands were hard, and I didn't know how to tread lightly. I bruised her butt with hand prints. I was glad I didn't have to explain it to her husband.

That was the last I ever saw Cindy. I think she moved to California. I never told my wife, Sally, about that adventure.