When I first asked Caroline out after months of trying to work up the nerve, she informed me that she was on a “journey of aloneness.” She wanted to discover herself, date herself, fuck herself. I mean, I couldn’t argue with that. But my lust and infatuation remained long after our conversation.

I saw her a year after her declaration, working at a shop on our town’s main drag. Her face lit up when she saw me, and I took that as a good sign. Judging by the way she looked at me, I thought maybe, just maybe, I had a chance. So I decided to shoot my shot.

“New job?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She had originally been employed at a café two doors down from my office.

“Hey there, you! Long time, no see. And yes, a brand-new gig.”

I’ve never been the best with finessing a situation, so I blurted out, “Seeing anyone?”

She laughed softly and said, “Real subtle.”

I shrugged and reasoned, “You don’t know if you don’t ask. Last we spoke, you were discovering yourself, dating yourself and… ” Heat flooded my face, and I felt my cock throb as I recalled her bold and scintillating words.

“Fucking myself?” she finished for me.

“Yeah. That.”

“Well,” she said, leaning against the sales counter, “I still do that, but I have been on a few dates.”

Disappointment rushed over me, but I managed to ask, “Anything serious?”

“Nope. A few dates, and then I went on hiatus again.” She leaned in close enough for me to see the wink of the tiny diamond nose stud she wore. “I could go for a date to be honest. And a bit of… ” She waggled her eyebrows and laughed at my shocked face.

“Sex?” I forced my mouth to say.

She dragged a finger down the front of my polo and purred, “I certainly wouldn’t say no to an orgasm — or three.”

No time like the present, I thought.

When I asked her to go out with me, she invited me to her place that very night. She held out her hand for my phone, and after I deposited it in her palm, she put her address in my map app and then someone rang the bell for service.

Caroline said she looked forward to seeing me at six o’clock and then headed off to help her customer.

That evening, we sat on the couch in her living room and sipped bourbon. She’d changed into a short orange sundress and was barefoot. She was lust and sex wrapped in a candy-colored coating. She rested her hand on my thigh, and I asked, “What changed your mind about dating?”

She shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated way, and the movement made her breasts bounce enticingly.

“I got bored.” She took a sip of her drink and then said, “You were really fascinated by that one part weren’t you?”

“Which part?” I asked, playing dumb. I knew what she meant. It’s all I’d been able to think about.

“The ‘me fucking myself’ part.”

My cock stirred, and my heart raced.

“It was just a striking thing to say,” I admitted.

“Would you like a demonstration?” she asked.

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I’d been dreaming about this woman for well over a year and a half. Now, she was teasing me in her apartment, while wearing a flirty dress and an even more flirtatious smile.

She didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, she put down her glass and leaned back on her end of the sofa. She rested her feet on the seat cushion and let her legs fall open. Her short dress rode up her thighs, and I saw she was totally bare beneath it. Her hairless snatch looked so tempting I could barely think. She chuckled; I must have looked completely dumbstruck.

“Let me show you what I meant.”

Caroline stuck a finger in her mouth. She made a show of getting the digit good and wet. Then she lowered her hand to her bare cunt and stroked a finger over her clit. She traced her outer lips, skated around her hole and slipped back up to her tiny nub. She drew a few lazy circles over her gleaming button and gasped dramatically.

“Feel good?” I asked. My cock was at full mast and aching with need. I was desperate to bury my rod in her sweet pussy. The sight of her naked cunt was driving me crazy, and I was practically panting.

Moaning softly, she drove a finger into her slick sex. She moved her digit in and out as her other hand joined the fray. She once again drew circles atop her clit, while still pumping her finger in and out of her heavenly pussy.

I sat back and watched, mesmerized and almost salivating.

Soon one finger wasn’t enough for Caroline, so she added another. Two digits were rocketing in and out of her pussy, while the fingers of her other hand drew patterns on her clit. Every time her slick fingers withdrew from her tunnel, I could see how wet they were — shiny and glistening with her juices.

A sound slipped from my lips. It was dark, deep and desperate. God, I wanted to fuck this woman. I had for a very long time, and now she was so close to me — and so exposed.

Her ass rose from the sofa as she came. She kept her fingers buried deep in her pussy as the climactic spasms hit. She tossed her head back, and the neckline of her dress shifted to reveal one perfect breast topped with a pale pink nipple.

When her orgasm subsided, her soulful brown eyes stared at me.

“Well, come on then,” she told me.

She didn’t need to say another word. I’d never taken my pants off so fast. My clothes soon lay in a heap on the floor. I covered her luscious body with mine and felt my cock brush the hot wet paradise between her thighs. She moaned, and I rubbed my erection along her furrow.

Caroline impatiently shoved her hand between us and found my rampant cock. First, she gave my rigid rod a friendly squeeze, then she began stroking me eagerly. Thumbing the tip of my cock, she spread a slick dewdrop of my pre-come around my crown. The sensation of her hand on me, coupled with the heat of her body, nearly shut down my brain. I struggled to focus on the moment and all of its physical pleasures — like her stroking me and her warm breasts pressed to my chest.

Caroline guided my cock to her welcoming pussy, and I slowly slid into her velvety wetness. Each inch was a blissful progression. I kissed her neck and shoulder. I lapped at her skin, shifting so I could suck her exposed nipple between my lips. I gave the tiny nub a nip and then thrust into her deeply, driving my cock home.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

“Yes, finally,” I said.

She laughed brightly and then began to thrust up from beneath me. I rested my hands behind her on the arm of the sofa. She continued to buck and writhe, raising and lowering her body as she matched me thrust for thrust.

I savored her snug pussy as I slid in and out of her with exaggerated care.

She reached up, possibly tiring of my careful cadence, and grabbed my hips. She yanked me toward her, still bucking her body against mine.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder. We waited so long, and I am so, so ready.”

I nodded and abandoned all care. With my arms bracketing Caroline’s body, I gripped the sofa arm behind her and levered myself against her in a faster rhythm. I jammed myself into her cunt, completely filling her slick channel with every inward stroke.

“Yes,” she said. “Like that.”

Caroline bit my earlobe, and that bright spark of pain spurred me on. My hips pumped energetically. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to shoot off — at least not yet.

I pulled free of her so quickly she gasped. She started to protest, but her words died on her lips as I moved down and buried my face between her thighs. When my mouth came down on her pussy and my tongue nudged her swollen clit, she sighed happily.

But we soon engaged in a chaotic dance of lust and need.

“Put your fingers in me,” she ordered.

I plunged two fingers into her wetness and curled them against her ripe walls, all the while licking and lapping at her clit like a madman.

Caroline moaned, writhing under me. I could tell she was seconds away from climaxing, so I kept licking and finger-banging her. She came, crying out as her spasming cunt milked my thrusting fingers.

After exhaling long and slow, she said, “That was unexpected.”

I got up and put my hands on her to turn her. She caught on, getting on all fours and shaking her ass at me. I gripped her hips, gave her a squeeze and then teased her pussy with my cockhead. But I lost interest in my own game when she pushed back at me none too gently. I plunged into her fast and hard, and we both groaned out loud.

I leaned over her, pressing my chest firmly against her back. I put my hands on either side of her smaller ones where they rested on the sofa.

I pulled back, barely withdrawing my cock, then I plunged back in hard and fast. She liked it when I was up close and in deep. She panted, slamming back to meet my every thrust.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered, feeling as if I was on the verge of losing control. I gave her a final few thrusts, and my pleasure won out. I let loose, filling her with my cream.

I sat back, and she flopped back onto my lap. I held her, resting one hand on her tit and another on her thigh.

“That was well worth the wait,” she said.

I was at a loss for words, but I couldn’t have agreed more.