In the early 70s, I worked for a large company as a computer technician.  I worked the swing shift, 4 p.m. to 11 p.m., as we could only do maintenance on the system during non-business hours.  I took a part-time job with a local bank, as a courier, transporting paperwork between the various branch offices to the main office.  I made my first pickup at 1 p.m. and did the final drop-off about 3:30 before reporting in to my full-time job.

After a few weeks of this, I started picking up a sandwich for lunch and eating in the employee breakroom of my first branch.  I was usually by myself and would bring a book to read while I ate.  But it didn’t take long before one of the tellers, a young woman, began eating her lunch in the breakroom as well.

She was around my age, mid-twenties, slim, with long brunette hair.  As soon as she appeared, we started talking, learning about each other.  She was a single mother with a three-year-old; she lived in an apartment a couple of miles away.  She worked part-time on weekends at a local restaurant, waiting tables.

Meeting like this every day, Monday through Friday, and talking for an hour, we got to know each other pretty well after a couple of weeks.  We talked about books and movies, music and politics, and life in general.  One night, she showed up at my real job, with a hamburger and fries, from the restaurant where she worked.

Then one day, in the middle of our conversation, she dropped a bombshell.  “Why don‘t you meet me at my apartment at noon tomorrow?”

I blinked, surprised.  I had an idea of what she was getting at, but didn’t want to be presumptuous.  “And have lunch there?”

“No, silly.  To make love!  What else do you think we’d do?”

I replied, “Isn’t this a little sudden?  Shouldn’t we go out on a few dates first?”

She gave me a look.  “You work nights Monday through Friday.  I work nights Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  When are we going to find time for a date?  And besides, what do you think we’ve been doing for the last two months. Getting to know each other?”

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you think I’m attractive?”

For weeks, I’d been fantasizing about having sex with her.  “That’s not the issue.  Of course, I’d like to have sex with you.  It’s just that this is rather sudden.  You’ve caught me by surprise.”

She gave me the address, and we agreed to meet the next day.

I arrived at her door on the dot of noon the next day.  I knocked on the door once, and the door opened immediately.  She was standing there, stark naked.  She grabbed my arm and pulled me in.  “Don’t want the neighbors seeing me like this.”

We still hadn’t kissed or really touched each other in any meaningful way.  But there she was, standing in front of me, totally nude.  Her nipples were hard little pinpoints, straining for me to touch them.

I took a step forward, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her.  Long and hard.  The whole time, my hands were roaming over her back and sides.  Caressing her cute little ass and her tits.

Her mouth opened, and her tongue squirmed into mine.  Our tongues tangled, and we gulped for air.  We separated enough for her to start unbuttoning my shirt.  My hands flew to my belt and then unzipped my jeans.  They slid to my knees, and her hands invaded my shorts.  I was already fully erect, and she started stoking me.

“Hold on one second,” I said.  There was an armchair right beside us.  I dropped into it, pulled off my boots and socks, and then finished shucking off my jeans.  When I stood up, she took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

We sprawled on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other.  We kissed again.  My right hand squeezed her buttock and then slid between her legs.  I pushed a finger between her folds and into her pussy.  She was dripping wet.

While I was doing this, she was fondling my cock and balls.  She pushed me over on my back, then kissed her way down my chest, stopping for a moment to suck my nipples.  No one had ever done that, and the feeling it generated in my groin surprised me.

She continued down, finally taking my aching cock into her mouth.  “Slow down,” I pleaded.  “I’m really close to cumming, and I don’t want to do that yet.”

She bobbed up and down a couple of times, and then released me.  I pulled her back up and slipped my finger back into her pussy.  I started slowly rubbing her clit.  She moaned and grabbed my wrist.  “Harder!  Don’t be so gentle.”

I slipped another finger into her and pressed harder.  She wriggled her hips.  I pulled my fingers out and licked them.  She tasted musky.  “Mmmm, good.”  I tweaked her nipples and then slid my fingers back into her pussy.

She twisted into me and buried her face against my neck.  “Please, fuck me.  Now!”

I rolled her onto her back, and she spread her legs.  “Please, FUCK ME!”  I rose up slightly onto my knees and positioned my dick at her pussy.  Taking my cock in one hand, I rubbed it between her folds and coated it with her pussy juices.  “Faster!” She moaned.

I pushed my hips forward and slid into her.  The feeling was overwhelming.  It had been a couple of months since I’d been with a woman, and this was fantastic.  Why had I waited so long?

She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me deeper.  I felt the head of my dick slide up against her cervix.  I pulled most of the way out and then plunged back in.  Again.  And again.  This time, she wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to pull me closer.  I was as deep as I could go.

I started pumping in and out as fast as I could.  As I slid in, I could feel the head of my dick slide across the top of her canal, and I hoped I was hitting her G spot.  I must have been because she suddenly arched her back.  Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and she hissed into my neck.  “Oh god!  That feels so good!  Keep going!  Don’t stop fucking me!”  Wave after wave passed through her body, with her moaning and squirming each time.

And then it was my turn.  It felt like an electric current ran from the tip of my cock, through my groin, and into my gut.  My toes curled, and my legs pulled up.  I sprayed a stream of cum into her, and then another.  It kept going - who could count?  I wrapped my arms around her and rolled to my left so we were side by side.  I found her lips and crushed them with my own.

“Jesus, Mother Mary, and Joseph!  That was unbelievable!  Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?”

Her eyes opened and twinkled.  “I’m okay - I think.  I may have a few bruises from the way you were squeezing me.  My pussy’s going to be tender for a day or two, and I’m going to walk a little funny.”  She laughed.  “That was so good.”

A year later, we were married.