I’m a 40-year-old woman, stacked, pretty and blonde.

Six months ago, after 20 years of marriage, I got divorced; now I’m feeling completely alone. My adult children try to get me to go out more. Until last Thursday, I’ve felt utterly self-conscious.

I’ve just finished a semester back in college where I’m going to earn my degree in accounting. I spend long hours with the books, determined to make a success of it after all these years. I really would like to meet a man, though. I think about it often.

Thursday night was the last night of our economics class. It had been a small group. We were very intimate, laughing and joking. We decided to go out for drinks after the final. Since it was the last exam for most of us, things got a little wild, and by that I mean we were more than a little drunk. I was dancing with every guy I could get my hands on, and I was making as much contact with their bodies as I could.

I’d noticed Michael in our class. He was a quiet man with a boyish face and a shy smile. The first time I danced slowly with him — like I was doing with all the men — I put my pussy right up against his thigh. I held it there for a long time. I could feel his cock bulging. Near the end of the song, he pulled me close to tell me that I was driving him crazy. He had wanted me for weeks. He had to have me.

I left the floor in a daze. I sat through the next dance, my hands sweating and my head swimming. I looked at Michael across the table. I leaned over and asked him to take me outside. I promised that I had something to show him. We walked out of the building, and he followed me to my van. Inside the van with the doors shut behind us, I couldn’t think of anything to show him, so I pulled off my shoes, then my jeans, then my panties. I have a really nice ass and a well-trimmed bush. Too bad that my husband didn’t appreciate it more.

Michael was drooling. I sat down and spread my legs wide. I pulled him toward me. We kissed, long and hot, then he bent down to press his tongue into my blonde snatch. He made me dizzy with pleasure. I could feel my juices begin to flow. I braced myself against the wall and let him eat. He had a hearty appetite, too! Three times, he looked up to tell me that he couldn’t believe he was finally eating my pussy. I reassured him that he was — and quite well, too.

Finally, I was moaning for him to fuck me. I couldn’t believe that I was saying those words out loud. I was even more turned on by what I was saying. I guess it was the relief of finals being over and the many drinks we had coupled with my need of a good fuck. I groaned for him to please me with his pulsating cock.

Each phrase brought me closer to a clitoral orgasm. I had never had one before. Michael looked up at me. I wanted his cock inside me. I slipped off my sweater and bra. He pulled off his pants. His cock stood away from his body, long and lean. I heard him moan as my tits bounced free.

As soon as we were naked, I guided his raging hard-on into me. It was big and it was thick and it filled me up. I raised my hips to get the benefit of his full thrust. I probably would never see this man again, so I wanted it all. I locked my calves around his hard buttocks.

“Fuck me,” I cried. “Fuck me deeply.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed faster and faster into my pulsating pussy. I had three small orgasms, followed quickly by one large, earth-shattering climax. My whole body quivered, bringing Michael to his orgasm too.

I haven’t seen Michael since, but that’s okay. He gave me the confidence that I needed.