I am a professional person with very little time on my hands.

Although I consider myself to be above average in attractiveness, not too long ago it dawned on me I had let my social life (i.e., sex life) suffer at the expense of my career. It was time to do something about it.

I met a guy on the Internet, and we started talking on the phone. After many conversations we made a date. On the whole, I consider myself a calm, collected, self-assured female. But this time I was a nervous wreck. I don’t think I had felt this much anticipation over a guy since elementary school. I spent a little more time than usual fussing over my appearance, and I must say I was pleased with how I looked. Then the doorbell rang.

I was not disappointed. Jack was all man: six-foot-four, with broad shoulders, beautiful salt-and-pepper hair, and nice big hands. I am a curvaceous woman with ample breasts and an hourglass figure. I could tell he was just as pleased with what he saw.

I fixed us some drinks and he put on some music. We sat across from each other in the living room. Jack’s eyes kept wandering to my breasts. I had on a shirt that made them hard to ignore, and his presence alone was making my nipples hard. My pussy had started to get wet the second I laid eyes on him.

I sat next to him on the couch to show him some pictures. My hand gently brushed his thigh. I turned to him and our eyes caught. He kissed me passionately. My body quivered. He began to stroke and fondle my breasts.

I straddled him on the couch. All I could think about was getting my hands, my mouth, and my pussy around his cock. I knew I should stop. I barely knew this man. But I wanted him so badly; there was no way I could control myself. So I asked if he would be more comfortable in the bedroom.

Once there, we stood facing each other. I let him peel off my shirt and unhook my bra. He kissed my breasts. My nipples were hard. I took off his shirt and felt his chest against mine. I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hands inside. He was hard. I pulled down his pants, dropped to my knees, and began licking, stroking, and kissing his wonderful cock.

He told me to stand, turn around, facing the bed, and bend over. His hands caressed and explored me. Then he grabbed my hips, and I knew he was about to push into me. I wanted this so bad I couldn’t hold still. My whole body squirmed with anticipation. He entered slowly, letting me feel all his manhood.

I felt myself getting ready to come.

My bottom jiggled from the strength of his thrusts. He reached around and stroked my clit. I cried out his name and climaxed ferociously. I came two more times, back-to-back — an experience I never believed possible.

Now it was his turn. Jack lay back on the bed. I mounted him and began to ride his cock with long strokes, letting my pussy take him all the way in, then rising up so just the head was in me, before plunging back down. I felt I had finally found a man who could give me what I’d been needing for so long.

I climbed off his cock, kissed him, and began working my way down his body. I kissed and nipped his nipples, and he let out a groan. He told me how much he loved the way his dick felt inside me, and how he loved my lips wrapped around his cock. I kept kissing him all the way down until I got to his thighs. I teased him by kissing all around his cock. He groaned and told me to take all of him in my mouth.

I began to suck Jack’s cock in earnest, letting him feel my soft lips and warm, wet inner mouth. I fondled his balls and soon felt them stiffen. I knew he was getting ready to come, so I continued my steady rhythm. I began to stroke my pussy while I sucked his dick. His breathing quickened, and he told me he was right on the edge. “Mmm,” I hummed, wanting to feel his hot seed in my mouth. I felt his whole body stiffen. When I tasted his come, it was enough to take me over the edge again too. I felt one last orgasm rip through me.

Afterward, we lay back together, basking in our own pleasure — spent, sweaty, sex-funky, and fulfilled.