In my first real proper job after graduating from uni, I lived in a shared house with a few friends from work.  One weekend we had a party planned at our house. We invited lots of people and planned a barbecue in the garden to feed everyone, followed by drinks in the evening.  It was a hot day and we got out in the garden early to fire the barbecue up before people arrived.  I decided it would be a good idea to bring the sofas from the living room out into the garden so we could sit on them out there. My friend Dan had the BBQ covered, so I was sat on the sofa drinking and enjoying the sun. 

Guests started to arrive and filtered out into the garden.  One in particular caught my eye; a girl who I didn’t know.  Dan introduced her to us as his friend Vicky. “Wow, you’ve got sofas out in the garden,” she said, "that’s awesome."

“Yeah, they’re very comfy, come and sit down,” I said, and she came and sat next to me.

We got chatting and soon were making all the normal small talk, like who did we know here, how does everyone know each other, what do you do for work etc.  It turned out she was a nurse working at the hospital nearby, she was also into her sports and gym training but had a stiff muscle in her back so was avoiding the gym at the moment. 

I thought what the heck, she seems nice, I might as well go for it and try to introduce a physical element to our interaction, so I said, “Ah sorry to hear that, let me give you a foot massage.” 

Vicky laughed, “It’s not my foot that’s sore, its my back, but sure I could use a foot massage anyway.” 

Okay cool, “Sit down on the grass in front of me then,” I said.

“Okay I’m a bit confused,” said Vicky, but she sat down in front of me at my insistence.  I took off my socks and proceeded to give her a deep kneading massage on her back and shoulders with my feet. 

“That’s not quite what I expected,” Vicky said, laughing. “Normally a foot massage means massaging someone’s feet with your hands.”

“Well, I though It made more sense to give you a back massage with my feet, that way I can keep a hand free for my beer,” I said. 

Vicky thought this was hilarious and kept laughing about how daft I was, but she did say my foot massaging technique was very nice.  I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing either, but it seemed like a funny thing to do after a few beers, and in any case, I have always been quite dextrous with my feet, even being able to pick things up with them sometimes, and it certainly did mean I could keep my beer hand free.    

We finished the massage. Vicky said it had helped her back a bit. More chatting followed, more drinking and there was definitely a spark forming between us, then the barbecue meat was ready, so everyone got up and started loading their plates up. 

Later, as the party was starting to wind down, I found myself in the kitchen with Vicky. We started chatting a bit, and she suggested we had a walk around the garden.

We walked around the garden in the darkness, chatting about nothing in particular. Vicky pressed herself up against my side and held my hand in hers. It was a while since I’d had any human contact like that, and it was really nice.  I led Vicky to the darkest part of the garden where we couldn’t be seen from the house, then we both naturally just became drawn to each other in a passionate kiss.  

We kissed for ages, then we lay down in the grass next to each other, just lying together enjoying the moment.  I rolled on top of her between her legs in the missionary position and pushed up against her, Vicky wrapped her legs around me, then rolled me back over so I was on my back and her straddling me, and she gently rocked her hips back and forth grinding me ever so subtly.  

Clearly the girl likes being on top, I thought. Well, no complaints from me.

I felt the need to get a bit of sexy banter going, so I said to her, “So you said you’re a nurse. I have a medical question then,” in a suggestive voice.

“Okay,” she giggled, “is this going to be something daft like your foot massaging technique?”

“Well, I have this crazy swelling going on down here,” I said grinning and pointing at my crotch. “What’s the best thing to do with it?”

“Hmmm well we’d normally advise:  Rest, Ice, Elevation, Compression,” said Vicky. 

“Well, it’s already elevated,” I said as Vicky sniggered. “It’s not feeling very restful to be honest, but compression sounds good, or I might need to put some ice on it later to calm it down unless you can give it some expert medical attention.”

“Perhaps a bit of compression then,” said Vicky as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze though my trousers.

“Mmm yes, I think that will work well," I said appreciatively.

We were both so horny by this point that nature was bound to take its course; I slipped my hand up underneath Vicky’s skirt, and lightly ran my finger between her legs, noting with excitement how damp her knickers were there. Vicky drew a sharp intake of breath then sighed as I did that.  She leant down to kiss me, and her long hair draped all over me in a very sexy manner as she did so, then she reached down, undid my jeans, and tugged at them.  I helped her to pull them down and my cock sprang out ready for action. 

Vicky slipped her panties to one side and began to rub her slit up against my cock, grinding her clitoris against me. She was obviously getting off on this as her breathing became shallow and she began making little moaning noises. 

“Oh my god you’re making me so horny,” I said, as I pushed my cock head just into her opening. 

Vicky giggled and changed her angle a bit to allow me to slide right in, then started that incredibly sexy hip rocking movement that she’d been teasing me with before.

We rode like this for a bit, but we were both so turned on that our climaxes started building up in no time at all. Vicky started to rock a bit quicker, her breathing got a lot shallower then she tensed up and squealed with pleasure. As she came, her pussy pulsated and tightened up around my cock and the next couple of thrusts felt so incredible that I exploded, shooting squirt after squirt of sticky cum inside her and adding my groans of pleasure to our soundtrack.

After we’d cleaned up with some long grass, and gathered our composure, we wandered back into the house. Dan had noticed our long absence and gave us both a grin as we tried to hide our embarrassment. We chatted to Dan for a bit, but then it was time for bed.

I asked Vicky if she wanted to come up and stay over with me and she eagerly agreed. As we headed upstairs, I noticed some of my cum dribbling down the side of her leg. I pointed this out to her and said, “My cum's all leaked out of you, babe. I think you need a top up.”

Vicky agreed that she did indeed need a top up, and we undressed and went to bed together. I will spare you the details but suffice to say we did not get a lot of sleep that night.

The next morning, I swapped numbers with Vicky, and we dated for a few months after that. It didn’t ultimately work out between us, but I still remember that night fondly as one of my sexiest hook-ups.