My man was away for the weekend. As I peered out the window of my third-floor apartment on a lonely Friday night, I stuck my tongue out into the brisk winter air to catch some falling snowflakes. I giggled with delight as I heard the waves crashing on the beach below. Once again my thoughts wandered to “him.”

“He” is the man of my dreams. He is also the accountant at the firm where I work. Divorced from an old friend of mine, he hasn’t been tied down to a particular partner for years now. For more than a year, I’ve longed to have his luscious body. From his little comments and jokes over the years, I know he desires mine.

My pulse quickened as I recalled walking past his office the previous week while he was meeting with a group of visiting accountants. Though I concluded that they were just talking boring numbers, I eavesdropped for a moment.

“There’s no doubt about it, she’s got the best ass. It’s so round and firm. And her tits are so perfectly round. Man, did you see that tight shirt … ?” It was his voice describing this woman’s body so explicitly, so I stuck my ear to the wall to listen more. He continued describing a “voluptuous” body to these men I’d never met. Seconds later I learned he was talking about my body!

A car sliding across the icy beach road abruptly ended my reverie. That’s okay, because I didn’t want to dream anymore. I wanted action. I grabbed my coat and ran outside into the brew-ing storm.

After spotting his black sports car in front of his Friday-night hangout, a run-down local tavern, I parked in the rear and entered through the hardly used steel back door. The bar was filled with smoke, and I couldn’t make out faces through the haze. Recognizing no one, I quickly returned to the back door, thinking that I’d made a big mistake in coming to this sleazy joint.

Outside, the snow was falling harder. I ran to my car and placed my key in the locked door. I heard the tavern’s back door swing open with a bang. I glanced over and, to my amazement, found myself staring into his piercing blue eyes. My cunt began to throb when I realized that he knew why I was there.

I followed him the several blocks from the bar to his apartment. As we entered, I noticed a gorgeous fireplace with a fire still smoldering in it. Standing behind me, he grabbed my firm buns so tightly that I winced. Turning around quickly, I threw my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his luscious mouth, so thrilled was I at the chance to finally fondle and fuck that bulge I’d longed for for so long.

Within moments we were lying on a small Oriental rug, his body grinding against mine, already establishing a rhythm. Suddenly he sat up straight, straddling my upper body. I stared at the bulge in his pants, then whipped his dick out, wildly plunging it between my lips. I sucked it hungrily. His cock grew steadily larger and harder as I sucked it to a solid mass while massaging his firm balls. “Wow, what a perfect-size cock!” I thought. My regular man is tall and lean, with a cock that’s so much more than a mouthful that it makes oral sex awkward rather than an invigorating adventure.

With my tongue still tightly wrapped around his inflexible, throbbing cock, he plunged it so deep in my mouth, it went down my throat-: I heard him moan as he reached back and tore my panties down just far enough for him to eagerly thrust his fingers into my moist pussy.

He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and gently ran his tongue from my breasts, to my stomach, to my pussy. I moaned with sheer delight. My pussy was dripping with hot and spicy juices as his fingers spread my lips and his tongue lunged into me. Two of his fingers dug deep into my cunt in the same rhythm as his tongue, and I moaned joyously. I screamed for him to fuck me before I came. He jerked my legs wide apart, tearing my miniskirt at the slit.

His throbbing, slick dick slid into my cunt. He pushed deep as he leaned over and sucked my hard right nipple. His left hand lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder as he slowly moved in and out of me. I felt his solid cock pushing into me, giving great pleasure to us both. Our bodies started moving in perfect synchrony as the pace quickened and he pushed deeper and deeper, faster and faster, harder and harder into my dripping-wet cunt. I squeezed my cunt around his cock, striving to climax.

Moments later, seconds before him, I came, but my cunt stayed a mass of hot juices as I felt him explode inside me. I dug my nails into his back and trembled as I experienced the joy of blissful orgasm as never before.

It was at this precious moment that I decided nothing is more refreshing than a change of routine every once in a while — and a change of men.