This happened several years ago, when I was 19 and in the Navy. I was home on leave and decided to visit the insurance company where I had worked for a year prior to enlisting.

There was one person there I particularly wanted to see. Paula was about nine years older than me. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with long black hair and a sexy, athletic body which she kept in shape with regular trips to the gym and daily jogging. I’d had a tremendous crush on her, and had been more or less open with her about it, even though she was married — and to a cop, no less. I had a hard-on around her almost all the time. I never told her that, but I liked to think she noticed it anyway.

When I called Paula and told her I was planning to drop by the office that afternoon, she seemed happy to hear from me, and said she was looking forward to seeing me again. When I arrived she met me at the elevator, and to my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me right on the mouth. I could feel her breasts pressing into me as she hugged me tightly.

She kept her arm around me as we made our way back to her desk, being greeted by some of the people I had worked with. When we got to her cubicle I took a seat while she went to get us some coffee. When she returned we sat there for about half an hour, chatting about the Navy and my travels, and about how things had changed at the office.

Paula had always been in the habit of wearing sexy outfits around the office — short tight skirts, sweaters without a bra (she was not very busty, but her shapely tits were always well defined) and so on — and today was no exception. Sitting there with me, she crossed her long gorgeous legs, and her short skirt rode far up on her bare thighs. It was all I could do to keep focused on her deep brown eyes as we talked. Several times her phone rang, and as she answered it I took the opportunity to really scope out her legs. Once she had to reach around to the credenza behind her to get something, and her skirt rode up so high I could clearly see her lemon-colored panties. Then, when she finished the call and turned back towards me, she just left the skirt up where it was, and I couldn’t help wondering if she knew what a display she was putting on.

After a while it was time for me to go. By then I had a painfully hard erection, which I could feel straining against my trousers as I stood up.

“Well, that hasn’t changed,” Paula said, smiling, and looking right at my bulging crotch.“

What?” I asked innocently, but I knew I was starting to blush. Paula just smiled again and stood up to walk me out. I was really flabbergasted. Had she known all those times I’d had a hard-on when we worked together? Evidently she had.

As we walked back through the office Paula hooked her arm through mine, and I felt her breast pressing firmly against my bicep. In fact she walked so close that I could feel the whole length of her body against me, her hip grinding into me, her thigh moving with mine. As we walked, she told me that some of the people from the office were planning to get together for dinner after work on Friday evening, and invited me to join them. I accepted, and we agreed that I would pick her up at the office around six before meeting the others at the restaurant.

At the elevator Paula again wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, and this time it turned a tongue-twirling, soul-wrenching kiss. I cupped her breast in my palm and squeezed it, amazed that she was letting me do this. She then reached down the front of my pants and squeezed my hard dick. By the time the elevator arrived I was practically coming.

When I arrived at the office Friday evening, the place was already mostly deserted. I made my way back to Paula’s cubicle, and found her waiting for me.

“Great,” she said. “I was just going to change. You can guard my privacy for me.” At first I didn’t get it, but then she stood up behind her desk and quickly started to unbutton her blouse.

As I watched in a daze, my mouth agape, she took off the blouse, and then her bra, and stood there naked to the waist. I quickly recovered myself and turned away, blushing fiercely, I’m sure.

Behind me I heard Paula laugh. “You can look if you want,” she said softly.

If I want! Unbelievingly, I turned back in time to see her unsnap her slacks and push them down her long legs. Then, standing there in just her panties, she asked me to hand her a dress that was hanging on a hook behind the cubicle door. It was a scanty black garment, and as I passed it over to her she smiled at me. “Should I wear panties with this?” she asked me. “What do you think?”

When I said nothing, she hooked her fingers in the tops of her panties, slid them down those luscious legs and stepped out of them. I could see the dark triangle where her legs converged. “Here, you can hold these for me,” she said, and tossed me the tiny garment, still warm from her body. She then slipped the dress on, put on a pair of heels, and she was ready to go.

We took Paula’s car to the restaurant. As she got behind the wheel, the skirt of her skimpy dress rode up, coming dangerously close to exposing her unprotected crotch. Unable to control myself any longer I reached over and dropped my hand onto her naked thigh. When she made no protest, I slid the hand up under her dress, caressing her smooth upper flank.

Damn, it was like a fucking dream! Here I was with the woman who I’d been lusting after ever since I’d met her, with my hand up her dress, just after she had showed me her naked body. I could only hope I wouldn’t wake up.

At the restaurant we found the people from the office, seated around a large table near the back. Paula sat next to me as we joined them. She then took my hand under the table and surreptitiously placed it in her lap. As we engaged in animated conversation with the others, she pulled my hand further up, against her naked pussy, and I felt her parting her legs, giving me access. By the time we had ordered and the food arrived, I had two fingers deep inside her. She squirmed a little now and then, but not enough to draw attention to herself, and I was amazed at the way she continued to smile and talk as though nothing was distracting her.

After dinner I asked Paula if she wanted to dance, and she said yes. On the dance floor she molded her body against mine and whispered in my ear, “I got off twice at the table because of what you were doing to me. God, I thought I was going to just lose it and yell out.” She ground against me. “I can feel your erection,” she murmured. “Why don’t we go outside for a smoke, okay?”

When we were outside she led me to where she had parked her car and told me to get in. Again her skimpy skirt rode up daringly on her thighs as she slid behind the wheel. She made no attempt to pull it down, and as before I leaned over and ran my hand all the way up her leg, pushing the material aside until I saw the dark triangle.

“Let’s take a ride,” she said abruptly, starting the car and slipping it into gear. Then, as se pulled out of the parking lot, she said, “Take out your dick and let me look at it.”

I wasn’t about to argue with her. I unbuckled my pants and took out my penis, which was as hard and stiff as it had ever been, if not more so. I saw her glancing at it as she drove. I put my hand back between her legs, and she moaned and squirmed in her seat, parting her thighs further.

A minute later Paula pulled the car off the road, into a dark driveway, cutting the motor and turning off the lights. “Now,” she said, and she slid out from under the wheel and climbed over the seat divider, swinging her leg across my lap and lowering herself astride me. She smiled down at me for a moment, then kissed me hard, with her mouth wide open. Still kissing me, she reached down, took hold of my dick and inserted it into her pussy, sliding down on it until it was entirely engulfed.

Christ, she felt like warm butter! I could feel the muscles of her vagina flexing as she worked up and down on my lap. She was heavier than I thought, and stronger. I had to fight to hold back my climax as she whispered in my ear, “Not yet, baby. Not yet.” She rode me harder and harder, then wrapped both arms tightly around my neck and damn near killed me she ground her pelvis down hard into mine, crying out with passion as I totally lost control and exploded inside her.

Afterward she stayed on top of me, with my dick still inside her, kissing me fervently and without pause, until I found myself responding again. I couldn’t remember ever being so hot. As she felt me grow inside her she leaned back and smiled. Damn, she was sexy!

With all my strength I hoisted my ass up off the seat, lifting her with me. Then, holding her buttocks in my hands, I turned to my left and leaned her backward over the seat console. I wanted to be on top. I wanted to do her properly. “Yes, baby, yes!” she gasped out.

This time we took longer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and just kind of hung there while I fucked her in and out as hard as I could. At one point I thought I might be getting too rough, but when I eased off a bit she gave an angry snarl of protest and kicked me in the ass with one of her flailing feet. “Harder, damn you!” she panted. “Fuck me harder!”

We must have fucked like that for an hour — it seemed like that, anyway. Paula came two or three times before I lost it again, after which we just lay there clinging to each other, both of us exhausted and sweaty.

Finally I climbed off her and she settled back behind the wheel. She made no move to clean herself up or anything; she just started the car and headed back to the restaurant.

“Come stay with me tonight,” Paula said as she parked again.

I was startled. “What about your husband?” I said.“

He’ll be at work,” she told me. “He’s on night shift, he won’t be back till late morning.”

Inside the restaurant, the other office people had been drinking and seemed hardly aware that we’d been gone. Soon after that the party broke up, and Paula and I drove to her house.

But it turned out that her husband wasn’t at work after all. He was preparing to leave, dressed in his uniform — complete with gun — but he was still home. To my surprise, he greeted me warmly. I had met him before, several times, at company parties and things. He seemed to take no notice of Paula’s wrinkled, come-stained dress. He offered me a beer and said he was sorry that he had to leave. And then he did.

He hadn’t even pulled out of his damn driveway before Paula was on her knees on the kitchen floor, grappling with my belt buckle. A moment later her mouth was around my cock, and she was sucking it with such relish and skill that it drove me crazy. She rolled her eyes up at me with a mixture of sweetness and sensuality in them that made it impossible for me to hold out for long. When I came she swallowed eagerly, taking all my jism except for a small drop that escaped her lips and ran down her chin.

“Did you like that?” Paula asked me, getting to her feet. “I don’t do that for my husband, you know.” She then took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where I made love to her all night on the sheets her husband would sleep in when he came home from work. I never found out what the deal was with her and her husband, but I spent every night for the rest of my leave there in their bed with her, while that poor bastard was off walking his beat.

When my furlough was over I told Paula I would see her the next time I got home. But by then she had moved away, and nobody seemed to know where she’d gone. I never saw her again, but she left an indelible memory.