Maryellen was dancing in the middle of a roomful of people the first time I laid eyes on her. She stood out like a shining star. Her long dark hair swayed around her as she boogied to the music. She was oblivious to the many men and women who were admiring the way she moved — myself included.

When she came to the bar for a drink, I gave her the salt-rimmed margarita she requested along with a big glass of ice water.

“You did a lot of dancing out there,” I said.

“I was feeling the music,” she said, somewhat breathlessly.

And I’d been feeling every sway and slide of her curvy body. I was grateful for the bar between us at that moment. Inside my black work pants, I was sporting quite a hard-on.

“Could I interest you in an after-drink drink with me? I get off at two.”

She smiled at me, and it was glorious — but I saw “no” in her expression.

“I can’t. I have a boyfriend. But thank you for asking.” She leaned toward me, displaying magnificent cleavage. “If I didn’t, though, I’d be all over you.”

That didn’t help my pants situation.

The next time I ran into her was at a different bar. I had a night off and was out with friends. She still had a boyfriend but asked me if I’d dance with her anyway. I did, and it was the most amazing torture I’ve ever endured.

Just dancing with her, feeling her body move against mine, made me want to bend her over, hike up that tiny dress she had on and bury myself balls-deep in her sweet wetness.

Instead, I told her the next time we met, we’d both be single.

That was my prediction. Turned out, I was right.

She was at a friend’s party at yet another bar, and when she saw me, her pretty face lit up. She rushed over, nearly spilling her drink.

“I have a question for you,” she said.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were gleaming. She wore a short black dress and combat boots. She looked stunning.

“Shoot.”

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Are you single?”

I’d dated a few people off and on over the previous six months but nothing stuck. I nodded as I sincerely assured her, “I am.”

She gasped.

“What?” I asked with a laugh.

Maryellen poked me in the chest with a single red fingernail and said, “You’re psychic!”

Then she kissed me. Like really kissed me. Soft lips, wet tongue, the taste of wine from her mouth on mine.

It took me a second, but then I caught on.

She was single, too.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, kissing her back. I had no worries about my growing erection or the thud of my heart. It didn’t matter if she knew I was turned on or not. Because we were both single. Fucking finally!

Her warm body pressed against mine, and she stood on tiptoe and whispered, “Take me to the back room. There’s a little alcove — ”

I didn’t let her finish. I snagged her hand and tugged her along. She put down her drink and followed me, giggling the whole way. I was grinning like an idiot. My entire being was alight with excitement. Her place or mine would have been better, but right there and then worked, too.

In the room, I got her up against the wall back by a tower of boxes. I shoved my hands up under her dress, stroked the tops of her thighs, then slid my hand over her warm mound. I pushed my fingers against her crotch, tracing the seam of her pussy through her panties. She moaned, so I took that as appreciation and slid my hand into her undies. I pushed a finger into her wet pussy and found her slick, hot and ready.

“Hurry. Before someone comes!” she pleaded.

Her need was infectious, and a sense of urgency ripped through me. I turned her, and she put her hands up against the wall. I flipped up the back of her dress and tugged down her panties. She pushed her ass back toward me, angling her body so I could penetrate her perfectly.

I undid my jeans and let them sag to my knees. Grabbing her hips and giving her flesh a friendly squeeze, I positioned myself and slid into her. There was a fierce need to hurry, but also an overwhelming urge to take my time. I’d waited so long to have her.

Outside music thumped, and beyond the back door someone in the alley laughed loudly.

We moved together well. Her tight pussy milked my cock as my body slammed into hers. I fucked her with an eagerness I’d never before experienced.

I’d waited too long for this moment. I’d waited so damn long, and finally there we were.

She groaned and shuddered, her wet channel rippling around my pistoning cock. The effect of her climactic contractions took me by surprise and pushed me past my line of control. I came forcefully with a gruff cry.

We heard voices getting louder and assumed someone was coming close to our hideaway. We laughed, both from nerves and our dizzying orgasms. We hurried to get presentable and pushed past the approaching employees as we exited the room.

Maryellen grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the exit.

“That was a nice appetizer, but now I want the main meal,” she announced. “Come to my place.”

I followed her in my car. The entire way, I looked forward to a lazier and slower version of what had just happened. I knew I had only gotten a taste, and I was filled with anticipation imagining how much more was in store for me.

Her place was small, but she had it all to herself. The economy housed a sofa, a TV, and some bookshelves, and as she walked by, she flipped a Murphy bed down from the far wall.

“I’ve only seen those beds in old movies!” I exclaimed.

She shrugged and pulled her dress over her head. I watched her perfect tits bounce free. I cupped her naked cans in my hands. I sucked on one nipple as she tossed her dress aside and shook out her hair.

“You’re hungry for more, too,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, lapping at her other nip. I worked it with my tongue, lips and teeth until it stood up perky and hard like its twin. I pushed my hand into her panties and plunged two fingers into her slippery wetness. The extra lubrication came from the cream I’d deposited in her earlier, and something about that fact made me fucking crazy.

She took two steps back, dropped her panties and jumped onto the bed. She spread her legs and curled a finger at me.

“Come on, big boy.”

I tried to stifle a groan of arousal but failed. I yanked off my tee and shucked my jeans. My cock was hard and fully at attention as I climbed onto the bed.

That need, that long-standing desire, took over once again and I kissed a trail from her collar bone, over her breasts and down her belly, to her parted legs. I buried my face between her thighs and started to lick.

She smelled like us — like musk and fucking and need.

I pushed my fingers back in her hot cunt and curled them. I flicked my tongue over her rigid little clit until she was bucking and tossing on the bed.

Adding a third finger to her pussy, I slid my digits in and out while nudging her clitoris with my tongue. I sucked it, and she went crazy, bucking beneath me so fiercely I had a hard time staying on target. But when she came, she laughed with delight as her body danced and shimmied from the force of her orgasm.

“Fuck, yes,” she said. “That was so perfect.”

Then she grabbed my shoulders and hauled me up so we were face-to-face. I let my body settle against hers, and my cock brushed the slick, wet place between her thighs.

“Put your dick in me,” she said. “Fuck me. I want to come again. And again. I want to fuck all night and wake up tomorrow sore and exhausted.”

That sounded amazing to me.

I kissed her and gave her what she wanted, slowly sliding my cock into her sensational snatch. She groaned the whole way, clutching my shoulders. I pressed into her and down onto her and filled her completely.

She raked the side of my neck with her teeth, and I shivered.

I rocked my hips from side to side as I pumped her. Gently at first to gauge her reaction. It was a good one. She chanted, “Just like that. Just like that.”

I moved slightly faster, and she arched up underneath me. Her urgency increased, and her pussy grew tighter around me. As her interior muscles clenched me, I bit my lower lip and struggled to maintain my control. But I soon picked up the pace to match her upward thrusts, feeling wild and free.

“Jesus, fuck, yes,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop. I kept moving with her. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as her pleasure unfurled. I felt every flicker and spasm, and I wanted so badly to join her orgasmic ecstasy. But I also wanted to make our coupling last just a little bit longer.

When she stopped clutching me, I pulled out of her, turned her on her side, and moved in behind her. She lifted her leg, and I held it in my hand as I positioned myself. I nipped the back of her shoulder, and she yelped. Then I kissed the back of her neck as I slid into her cunt, again relishing the sensation of her velvety pussy wrapped around my rod.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” I sighed.

“Me, too,” she replied longingly.

“I’ve fantasized about it for so long,” I confessed, moving faster.

“Me, too,” she said. She moved back, and I slid into her deeper.

When I groaned, she pushed her ass back farther and tried to move with me. I gripped her waist, maybe a bit too hard.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I warned her.

“We’ve got all fucking night. Literally.”

I let myself go. The sweet promise of an entire evening in bed with this magnificent woman was too intoxicating.

I shuddered against her, and then went still.

“Few things live up to my expectations,” I said.

“And this thing?”

“Far exceeded my expectations.”

It was the truth — but I was definitely more than ready to try to top it.