My sex life has been pretty active over the years, but it’s always been kind of routine.

Recently one of my secret fantasies came true.

One day I came home from work and found a new woman moving into my building. She was tall, with shoulder-length brown hair and beautiful pair of legs. She already had plenty of volunteers to help her, but I couldn’t refuse when she asked me if I would carry a few boxes in.

She thanked me and asked me to stop by later to share some pizza with everyone who had helped her. Imagine my surprise to find her all alone that evening! She said she had sent the others home early. She led me toward the couch, her ass swaying gently under her silk robe. We sat and talked and I learned her name was Paula. The wine, and the way that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, prevented me from concentrating on the conversation. As she handed me another glass, her hand dropped onto my leg. I said nothing, but my reaction was obvious.

Taking the lead, she placed a cool hand around my neck, drawing me to her lips. Her mouth was liquid and sensuous — a promise of more to come. I leaned forward to place my own hand on her hip. She pulled back slightly to unbutton my shirt. She leaned forward to taste my nipples with her tongue. A tingle coursed through my body. Her hands fondled my swollen cock through my jeans.

I followed the pace she’d set. I stood up to take off my pants, but she swept my hands away. She brushed her face along my cock and licked my stomach, stroking me all the while.

With a seductive smile, she withdrew my belt and dropped it to the floor. As she undressed me, her gaze traveled slowly up my body. I knelt to untie her robe and she swept her hands up her thighs. I heard her sigh as my head slid between her parted legs. I ate her with all of the skill I could muster. I licked her slowly, working her into a frenzy. Her hands ran through my hair, encouraging me. Finally, she arched her back, bringing her hips right off the couch as her juices rushed into my mouth.

I was still kneeling on the floor when she slid off the couch and sat on my thighs, facing me. She kissed me, then slid her hands to my cock. Her robe was fully parted, and I could see her excellent breasts. Her long fingers played on my cock. She leaned toward me and whispered that she wanted me to come in her hands. A scream escaped my lips as I came, spraying all over her fingers and thighs. Her hands caressed my balls until I stopped shaking. She eased herself up to the couch and pulled me along. She asked me if I would lick my own come from her thighs and pussy. I did, and brought her to a second orgasm. I lay, resting my head on her thigh. Soon I realized that she was asleep.

I got up quietly and dressed. She woke up as I was looking for my belt. She walked me to the door and put her hands around my neck. She pressed her body to mine and held the kiss for some time. When my cock began to respond, she dropped one hand and cupped me gently. She complimented me on my skill when going down on her. She thanked me.

I told her that I’d enjoyed it as much as she had. I suggested that we do it again some time. She smiled and put a finger through my empty belt loop. “Next time I’ll show you why I’m keeping your belt,” she said. I had completely forgotten it.