My heart thumped in my chest as I saw her stroll past me. The smoking-hot brunette often walked from her waitressing job at the Mexican restaurant to the nearby juice bar. That day, she had on a yellow dress, which made her already lovely skin look even warmer and more enticing. 

I called out to a coworker, “Hey, Joe, I gotta split for a few. Can you put this stuff away?”

But before he could answer, I was on my way out the door.

The weather had just started to warm, and she was taking full advantage of it in her killer dress. Her long hair was hanging loose; it was dark, just like her eyes. She was stunning, and I’d been trying to work up the nerve to talk to her all winter long.

But with everything springing to life outside, my courage apparently was following suit.

The outdoor shopping complex was bustling since it wasn’t snowing or raining for once. She stopped to look at a display in the craft store’s window, with her hands on her lean hips. Her posture made her dress ride up a little, revealing more of her toned thighs.

I moved toward her. When I was almost beside her, she turned and said, “Well, it’s about damn time.”

She caught me off guard, and I was stunned into silence.

“I’ve been wondering when you’d finally get around to talking to me,” she elaborated.

Beginning to find my voice, I stammered, “You could have talked to me, you know.”

“I am now.”

“I meant sooner,” I added, finally able to think clearly.

She nodded. “True. But it was an experiment. I wanted to see how long it would take for you to come around.”

“So was your experiment a success or a failure?”

She shrugged, which made her amazing breasts jiggle beneath her dress.

“Neither. It was just information. But I have another experiment in mind.”

“What’s that?”

“Come to my place tonight and fuck me?”

My mouth popped open before I could temper my expression.

But by that point, I was hyper aware of her hard nipples poking against the thin fabric of her dress and the way she shifted her hips. She was turned on just from talking to me. She was horny. She was my kind of girl.

I wanted to snag her wrist, pull her to me and push my other hand up under her dress and into her panties. And then, ultimately, inside her.

“You never answered me,” she said.

“Was it a real question?”

“It was.” Her eyes were dark and intense and fixed on my flushed face.

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll come.”

“A chemistry experiment then!” she shot back. “Gimme your phone.”

She held out her hand. I gave her my cell, and she entered her phone number and address.

“I’ll be there at five on the dot,” she told me.

“Me, too.”

She stood on tiptoe, pressed her warm body against mine and said, “Kiss me, stranger.”

I kissed her. Then I told her my name.

“Now I’m not a stranger.”

She put her hand on my crotch and squeezed gently. My cock was already stiffening. 

“True,” she said, her eyes twinkling playfully. “Name’s Paulina, by the way.”

“See you later, Paulina.”

I barely registered anything I was supposed to do for the rest of the day. I left work early, went home and took a shower. I rang her doorbell right on time and entered as soon as I heard her beckon me inside.

The place was sunny and bright, just like her.

“Hi there,” she said from the sofa where she was lounging naked.

“Hi,” I said, staring at her like a fool. She was as stunning as I’d imagined. My cock was hard in an instant, and my fingers itched to touch her.

“Don’t just stand there,” she said. “I’ve been waiting too long already.”

I shucked my clothes off on my way to her, nearly tripping over my own shoe but thankfully catching myself.

I dropped to my knees, and she sat up, matching my height and spreading her legs. I put my hands on the insides of her thighs and squeezed. Her skin was indescribably soft. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me with fervor. I returned the kiss, pushing my tongue into her willing mouth. I slid my hands up her inner thighs until I felt my fingertips touch her pussy. She was hot. Hotter than hot. She was molten.

I grazed my thumb across her hard clit. When she shivered, I did it again. Then I lost my patience and pushed a finger into her wet cunt. She felt more than ready. She was slick and swollen.

I added a second finger, and she hissed into my mouth, even as she continued to kiss me. I slid my digits in and out of her, feeling her internal muscles quiver. She drove herself against my hand and bit my lower lip hard enough to make my cock jump.

Her hands began to roam, and she found my dick. She just held it for a moment, squeezing firmly. But when

she began to stroke me, part of me feared I’d die right there. I’d had more carnal fantasies about Paulina than I’d care to admit.

She grabbed my ass and tugged me forward as she said, “Fuck me.”

I would have laughed, only nothing was funny. All I could focus on was shoving my dick inside her.

Lining my cock up with her cunt, I pushed against her and felt her give around me. Her wet, silky flesh enveloped me, and then I was moving. Thrusting deep. Her thighs clamped to my sides, and her hands roved up and down my arms and across my upper back. She grabbed my ass again and pushed toward me, desperate for every stroke.

I peppered her throat with kisses as I rocked into her. She raked her nails down my back and repeatedly banged her hips forward to meet my thrusts. I bit her neck, and she sighed, “Yes. Like that.”

I did it again and held her hips with a tight grip, sliding in and out of her with as much gusto as I wanted. I didn’t

have to treat her like she was made of glass. I could manhandle her a little, and I liked that.

She squeezed her pussy around my cock, and I grunted. She repeated the maneuver, and I grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me more until her butt was teetering on the edge of the sofa. She gazed at me intensely as I fucked her.

I levered her upper body until her head hit the cushioned backrest. That made her beautiful tits available to me. I leaned over her, licking a hot line up her body. I lapped at the valley between her breasts. I kissed her again, and she clutched at my hips as my tempo increased.

Then she pushed me away suddenly, and I sat back on my haunches.

“You’re going to come soon,” she said softly.

“I planned on it.”

“I want you to eat my pussy first.” She playfully nudged me with her foot.

I knocked her leg away and nodded. Then I crawled between her spread thighs. I licked her and teased her until I heard her grunt with frustration. Then I jammed my mouth against her pussy like a starving man. I repeatedly dragged my tongue over the knot of her clit. I sucked it and felt her push against my tongue. Her fingers yanked at my hair, then slid up her body and pinched her own nipples. Her hands were restless, just like her.

She was right on the edge, I could tell. Almost coming but not quite.

I knew just the trick. I plunged two fingers inside her cunt once more. She arched up and sucked in a breath. I felt her pussy ripple around my digits. I painted tiny swirls on her clit and reveled in her writhing and desperate moans.

She grabbed handfuls of my hair and tugged. I groaned and softly nipped her clit. She finally came, her juices soaking her thighs and my face. I kept at it until her shuddering ceased and she gasped, “Stop. Oh God, stop. It’s too much.”

I tugged her slowly toward me so that she began to slide off the sofa.

“Careful,” I said.

She moved with me, and eventually she was there on the rug beside me with her legs splayed and her hair a mess. She looked spectacular.

I bumped her legs apart and settled between them again. This time I could press my entire body against her warmth. I slid into her slowly, watching her face. She shut her eyes as I pushed into her fully.

I started to thrust, rocking into her and savoring her wet heat. She bucked her hips up repeatedly to take me. With her eyes squeezed tight, she grabbed my shoulders and met me stroke for stroke.

Soon her movements became chaotic. She slid her hand down between our bodies and began to play with herself. I reared back a bit so I could watch. She stroked her clit in eager circles, and the sight pushed me over the edge.

I slammed into her with the full force of my need, and she took it like a champ. She pinched her nipples hard and smiled at me.

I came, shuddering over her like a dying man. She met my cries with her own, and I felt her pussy milk me as her own orgasm hit. The pleasure rocked me as I continued to move until every small quiver and blip of goodness had passed.

Sure, it had taken me months to work up the courage to talk to her. But the sex we’d had made the wait more than worthwhile!