While growing up I hated school, and didn’t go any further than junior high. I made a much better tomboy than a young lady. Now that I am twenty-six and own my own business, I’m very happy.

Sex has never been a big deal to me, and I never understood why such a fuss was made about it. But one day at my store, I began to understand why people are obsessed with sex. Let me tell you more about myself, then I’ll get on with my story.

I have the looks and the body to grace any men’s magazine centerfold. I have black hair and dark eyes. I stand five feet six, measure 34C-22-34 and weigh one hundred sixteen pounds.

Both men and women fantasize about their ideal mate and what he or she would look like. I am no exception. However, at no time had I ever seen my ideal person, until the other day. I went into my outer office and looked through a plate glass window into the stock room. My heart skipped a beat when I set eyes on him. He was my ideal; he was tall, had blond hair and baby blue eyes. He had a good body and weighed, I guessed, about one hundred ninety pounds. As our eyes met we both smiled and waved to each other. Then I did something which is totally out of character for me. I knew I was attracted to him, so I sat down facing the window, with a folder on my lap pretending to check some invoices. Then I allowed my legs to part slightly, so that this guy could see straight up my skirt. I knew he was looking, and for the first time in my life my pussy was getting wet because of a man’s gaze.

Later I checked his job application and learned that he had just been terminated from the army because he intended to go to college in the fall. Usually I try to interview all the people we hire at my store, but I missed this one. I made it a point to bump into him later that same day.

In the stairwell I met another employee who needed a quick signature from me. I was leaning against the railing, not realizing my legs were apart and Matthew was on the floor below looking straight up my skirt.

Since I wanted to know more about this man, I invited him to my office and told my secretary to screen all my phone calls and not disturb me. As I sat at my desk facing him, with the hem of my skirt about six inches above my knees, I knew he had a good view up my skirt. I was horny and I wanted him to come on to me but he wouldn’t. He got up to turn on the stereo I had in the office, then he suggested we go to lunch. I suggested we go to my place so we could talk more privately. He agreed to come with me.

The first thing I did when we arrived at my apartment was excuse myself to go wash my wet pussy and pull on a fresh pair of panties. Up until this day, fucking my dream man was only done in my fantasies. Now that dream man was in my own home! What I wanted was for Matthew to pump me full of his cock.

When I returned from the bedroom, Matthew had turned on the stereo for some slow music. He was moving from side to side when I walked into his arms. We slow danced to the music in my home office, though I couldn’t dance too well in my high heels on the padded carpet. I stumbled into him and felt his bulging cock when I put my arms around his neck to catch myself from falling.

Next thing I knew, we were rubbing our bodies together and dry humping each other. Then Matthew said, “What the hell,” and we kissed. He pulled my skirt up over my buns and cupped my ass with both hands as we humped each other. I started to come, so I told Matthew to hold me tight as my whole body spasmed and jerked in his arms. He backed me up against the desk, pushing my panties down my legs and off one ankle, then placing me back with my legs spread. Then he started licking and sucking my cunt!

I can barely describe how good it felt, and this was the first time I had ever had my pussy eaten. I was too horny to be embarrassed and was coming like gangbusters as Matthew removed his trousers and fed my hungry pussy his hard dick. For the first time, I was able to come while fucking. In the past I’d never had an orgasm, but having one certainly wasn’t a problem with Matthew. As I started gaining my composure I noticed Matthew gritting his teeth and holding very still. Then I realized he was trying to hold off coming. I all but shouted, “Don’t hold back, give it to me!” He socked it to me for about a half dozen strokes and held himself still, his nuts deep inside me. I felt his cock pulse and shoot spurt after spurt of his juice into me.

My pussy was leaking something fierce. I felt the warm juice trickle between my buns. Matthew’s cock was still hard, so he had other ideas. He said, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” We moved onto a fuzzy throw rug on the floor, and he lay down on his back while I sat up on his cock. He proceeded to take off my blouse and bra, which I hadn’t removed all this time.

As he fondled my breasts he said they were beautiful, while pulling me forward, licking and sucking first one then the other. It felt so good I couldn’t keep my ass still, and I started humping that stiff cock that was lodged deep in my cunt even faster. I had two more orgasms and was going into my third when Matthew said, “I’m gonna come!” That time we both came together.

I came so hard Matthew had to hold me up so I wouldn’t fall over! We lay there for a good ten minutes, kissing and getting our bearings. When I raised myself up off Matthew’s body, I had to stuff my panties into my semen-flooded pussy in order to make it to the bathroom without making a mess. I wasn’t the least bit ashamed about it. It seemed to be a natural act with this man. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel cheap after having sex.

We both showered, and got dressed, and then while we were making our way back to work we talked about what had happened. We never did get any lunch; we were too wrapped up in each other’s words. Since it was Friday I didn’t stay late at work. I went to tell Matthew to come by my place when his day was over if he didn’t have any plans.

Until that day I was never into impressing men. But in my heart Matthew was really something very special to me, so I decided to try to impress him. On the way home I stopped by a fancy lingerie store. I purchased a couple of garter belts and a variety of bikini panties. I also bought a new short nightshirt.

At about six o’clock Matthew called to say he had to go home and change clothes. He would drop by around seven o’clock. He had mentioned something about going out to dinner. That gave me an idea, and going out didn’t even enter the picture.

I took another shower and trimmed my pubic hair until it was the shortest it ever had been since I was a young girl. After doing my hair and makeup I had it firmly in my mind that I would give Matthew something to think about as soon as he walked in the door. So I put on thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, lacy white bikini panties, pumps and my new nightshirt. The nightshirt was so short my panties could be seen even when my arms were at my sides. I looked at myself in a full-length mirror and I looked more feminine and more fuckable that at any other time in my life!

I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready when Matthew arrived. I stood aside while he walked in and got a good look at me. He couldn’t believe his eyes! I said,

“Would you mind terribly if we just had a nice quiet dinner at home?” His answer made my day! He said,

“Lady, the way you look I would settle for just eating you right now.”

“I would love for you to do that later, but right now I need some food to charge my batteries, and I know you do too.” That was my reply and Matthew agreed.

As we cleaned up after dinner it started to rain. It couldn’t have been more perfect; making love and the rain just seem to go together. As we finished putting the dishes into the dishwasher Matthew leaned against the counter with his legs spread, and I straddled his bulge and humped it as we kissed. Between kisses I asked him to teach me how to give him a blowjob. Until Matthew came along, the very thought of sucking cock made me ill. But with Matthew it is a whole new ballgame.

As we stood there Matthew removed my panties and stuck them into his pocket, wetness and all. I backed up a few steps, opening my nightshirt, and struck a pose. “I need some pussy,” Matthew said, “You know where a fellow just might find some?”

“Oh, I might if you know where a girl could get some hard cock in return.” That’s the way the conversation went.

We went to the bedroom and got naked. It was the first time I had seen his cock hard. Now I understood why I had such a well-stuffed feeling when we had fucked earlier that afternoon. Matthew packed a pretty good-sized pistol when hard! It was beautiful and I wanted to suck it, so I told Matthew so. He sat on the edge of the bed and instructed me step by step. I was somewhat embarrassed since he was watching me in the midst of sucking my first cock, but after all, I did ask him to teach me.

He told me to make a fist with my right hand and pump his shaft as I sucked. I pulled as much of it in my mouth as I could without gagging, and I cupped his nuts with my other hand. It didn’t take long before Matthew pulled my mouth off of him, telling me that he was about to come and didn’t think I was ready to swallow his semen just yet. Telling me that only made me want him to come in my mouth more than ever!

I started sucking his cock like a woman possessed, when his cock suddenly pulsed and spurted a strong stream of creamy come in my mouth, followed by another and another until it was just seeping out the little slit. I had come all over my hand, and I licked it off and swallowed it. It didn’t taste half as bad as I had expected. I knew I could get hooked on sucking his cock from that moment on.

Matthew had me change places with him and he went to work on my pussy. He had me squirming in orgasm in a very short time. He then turned me over on my hands and knees and stuffed my pussy full of his thick meat. Matthew has big balls and I could feel them slapping on my clit with every stroke.

When he filled me with his creamy load a second time, we just fell over onto our sides, his cock still buried inside me, while we fell sound asleep. I woke up just after four in the morning with a dire need to go to the bathroom. I eased myself off his cock and it made a sound like a wet kiss! The sheets were a mess because my pussy had drained as we slept.

We sucked and fucked that entire blessed, rainy weekend. When I went into work on Monday morning I was the proud owner of a very satisfied pussy. I wore a smile on my face from ear to ear. I can’t wait until we get together again. In fact, I’ve already bought new clothes.