The party was going strong when I arrived. I was sitting on the couch when he entered the room.

There were plenty of other seats, but he sat next to me. I felt him staring at me, and I turned toward him. He was so close, I could smell the watermelon martini on his breath. I felt a spark of excitement. He was the hottest-looking man at the party. All I could think of was how soft his full lips would feel against mine. I boldly asked him if he wanted to kiss me. In response, he leaned in and gave me a kiss so deep, it warmed me all the way through and made me wet. There were so many sparks flying between us that we were out of breath when I finally broke the kiss.

He took my hand and led me out onto the porch. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. His tongue tasted so sweet, and he felt so good. His hands were all over my body, rubbing my ass, squeezing my boobs, and pinching my nipples. Oh, and his hard cock was rubbing against my mound. I was so turned on, I wanted him to fuck me right there and then. It was New Year’s Eve in Chicago and it was just about 20 degrees, but it felt like 90.

Someone came out on the porch to smoke, and we broke our embrace and readjusted our clothes. When we were alone again, he grabbed my hand and pulled me under the porch. We were in our own private space. Without missing a beat, we picked up right where we’d left off. As we kissed, I began rubbing and stroking his dick. He was so hard, I didn’t know how he could stand it. I wanted to feel that hardness inside me. I unzipped his pants to get my hands around his thick, meaty shaft. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me. He put his hands down my pants and began to finger-fuck my wet pussy. When he rubbed his finger against my clit, it felt so good I wanted to scream.

“Damn, baby. You’re so wet,” he said. With his other hand, he pulled my boobs out of my V-neck sweater. My nipples were hard and sensitive. He began to suck on them one at a time, sending shock waves straight to my pussy. A group of partygoers came down off the porch and walked by without noticing us, but it wouldn’t have mattered. We were so hot for each other that we were out of control. It wasn’t just the instant sexual attraction. We were comfortable together and knew exactly how to excite each other.

He called the next day, and came over to see me the day after. I didn’t know what to expect, but he put me at ease. We talked for a while. Then it was on. He pushed me back on the couch. When his lips touched mine, the sparks flew again. He began eating my pussy, and it felt so good. He flicked his tongue against my clit while his fingers sought and found my G spot. He had me soaking wet. In no time, I was rocked by a series of the most intense orgasms ever.

When I came to my senses, I remembered that outstanding cock of his. I had to get that dick in my mouth, and I did. He was so hard, he was moaning and telling me how great it felt. He tasted so good, I could have gone on sucking him forever. But if I continued to indulge myself, he’d come before we were ready. I wanted him to fill me up with that cock — I knew he could do it. We fucked on just about every surface we could, and on some I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams!

It’s been about three months since the party, and it just keeps getting better and better.