I still remember that first time I met you. I joined some dodgy website looking for sex. You messaged me and we started chatting. We swapped pictures and whilst I thought you were ok, there was no instant attraction; however, when you asked to meet, I didn’t turn you down, and we arranged a date at a local pub to me.

I remember wearing a blue dress with high boots. I was running late and by the time I arrived, I was past being nervous. I remember walking into the pub and looking for you. I turned the corner and stopped... Your picture didn’t do you justice! There you were; bald, dazzling green eyes and the most infectious smile. Coupled with your jacketless suit, I nearly came in my pants! You rose to meet me, your eyes trawling over my body before gently kissing me on both cheeks as you drew me to you. The atmosphere was electric. I felt myself blushing as I slid into the booth opposite you.

You were so easy to talk to. Before we knew it, several hours had passed. We were flirting, checking each other out and I know I was lusting after you more with every moment so when you suggested we get out of there and head somewhere more private, I couldn’t have agreed more.

Fast forward thirty minutes and we were in a hotel room. You had me pinned against a wall whilst you kissed me, your hands all over me, both of us fully clothed still. I broke away to lift my dress over my head, leaving me standing in heels and underwear. I undid your shirt and your belt. I could feel how hard you were through your trousers. I kissed you again before opening your trouser fly, easing your cock out and dropping to my knees.

I remember looking up at you as I took your cock in my hand and started to wank you. I started to lick the tip, then the full length before taking you In my mouth and slowly sucking. You moaned your appreciation and moved your hand to my hair in encouragement. I could feel my pants were slick with my own excitement and I was gagging to have you touch me. As if you read my mind, you moved back from me, pulled me to my feet, and kissed me.

Your hands moved to my tits as you unclicked the back of my bra. My 38DD breasts slid out and you immediately latched onto a nipple, murmuring about how fantastic my tits were. Your hands seemed to know exactly how to touch me, grazing over my nipples until they were so hard they were painful. I remember thinking I had never been so turned on in my life; I knew I was going to cum the moment you touched my pussy.

Still attached to my tit, you walked me backwards to the bed, lying me down still sucking on my breast I felt you move my thong to one side and your fingers found my clit. I cried out as you made me cum; the tension so much. You didn’t ease off though and as you finger fucked me I reached for your cock; I wanted you inside me.

I pulled you on top of me making my intentions very clear by telling you to “fuck me”. You didn’t say a word just settled between my legs and your cock found its own way to my sopping pussy.

I moaned as you entered me, slowly you picked up speed, pulling your cock all the way back before sinking into me again. Just as I could feel another orgasm building you pulled out. You pulled me off the bed, bent me over and took me from behind. I guess I did tell you to fuck me and that’s what I got. You slammed into my pussy, your other hand alternating between pulling my hair and playing with my hanging tits. I had already told you you could cum inside me and I could feel you building up; however, your hand slid round to my clit and you brought me to orgasm before unloading into my pussy.

We lay there for a minute before you told me how sensational that had been. You weren’t wrong! Considering you had told me you weren’t very experienced; you had only been with your wife for the last fifteen years; I was not expecting the fucking you just gave me. I moved to get dressed, not wanting you to miss the last train. You asked if you could see me again. I tried to sound as casual as possible when I said for me to message me and we would sort something.

I dropped you at the station, you kissed me and your hand found my still hard nipple and started stroking it. You moved your hand under my dress and found my clit, my pussy still covered in a combination of both our juices. I moaned into your mouth as you continued to rub my clit and tease my nipple with your other hand. Within seconds, I came all over your hand again, panting and desperate to have you back inside me. If your mission was to make me want you, it was a success! You whispered goodbye in my ear and got out the car, I watched you walk away, licking the fingers you had just fucked me with.

I had never felt such chemistry and ease with someone the first time of meeting. I was excited to fuck you again, reminding myself it’s only sex. I fell into bed and slept straight away, waking to a message from you the following morning.

“I’m still hard for you…”