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The Summer Romance, Part I (MF)

My second professional job was as an "IT Specialist" at a small company. This meant that all kinds of (crappy) work landed on my desk, because if someone didn't know what to do with arcane tasks, they'd always just shrug and say to themselves, "I don't know what TF to do with this, so let's just give it to the IT Specialist." This also meant that I got to meet pretty much everyone in the office -- since they'd drop by and chit chat before, figuratively speaking, dropping shit on to my plate. And this is how I got to know Kelly, the object of my summer romance.

At the time I was a couple of years removed from a toxic relationship, and hadn't had sex for as long -- if not longer. For a person like me who has a huge appetite for sex, make no mistake that I was going out of my mind. On some level I used to feel bad about being a hyper sexual person, so I just kept this part of myself to myself and went on with my life. Gosh, I was so naive back then. But, as I've come to learn, sexual people can easily identify other sexual people, and Kelly certainly got a good read on me -- without me saying a single word about it.

I was vaguely aware of swinging, but hadn't really thought about it at that point. My philosophy back then was to dip my toes back into dating, and hopefully I'd find someone who was great to be with, and who also could keep up with me sexually. I tried internet dating in its earliest days, and it was completely underwhelming. I wasn't big on going to bars or pick up lines, so that was a no-go. Little did I know how that summer was going to play out...

Summer was brutally hot and humid that year. My apartment was insufferable, so I decided to head to the office one Saturday morning -- where I could fire up the central A/C. Once the office cooled down, I settled in behind my computer, and started checking email. Once I exhausted every last piece of email, I started working. But soon my mind wandered, so I started surfing the internet, or I guess you could say roughly surfing the internet during its early days, for the latest erotic fiction I could find. I guess that back then I had zero problems both with reading smut at work, and banging my colleagues? Ah, youth.

I was about a quarter of the way into this pretty hot story about a couple doing their first swap when I sensed a presence in my doorway. I was notably startled, and lurched a bit, which made her laugh. "Got caught doing something naughty?" Kelly joked before laughing. I quickly hit the exit button to close the browser window. Thank goodness that my desk faced the door so that people couldn't see my screen!

The way that Kelly was dressed was what caught my attention first. She was wearing this cutoff and short jean skirt with a wide belt, this halter top that showed more than a little bit of cleavage (and part of her midriff as well), and these tie-on sandals with a cork high heel. What she was wearing totally worked with her Rubenesque figure. I somehow managed to keep my jaw from hitting my desk. Suffice it to say that Kelly did not dress like this at work... I'd be lying if I told you that I don't like it when women show a lot of skin in public. In fact, I love it and encourage it!

We both went back and forth about the steamy weather and how we came to the office to stay away from the heat. Granted, Kelly boasted that she had two box air conditioners in her apartment, but that she was bored enough sitting by herself that she decided to come to the office and check email and so on -- and that she was likely to frequent every air conditioned bar on the way home, before going home to crash.

Our playful banter continued until I happened to disclose that I was going to take myself to this fancy restaurant on the outskirts of town. Not only did it have robust A/C, the food was also great. I ended up casually inviting Kelly to join me, and she obliged, she with a now big smile on her face. I agreed to pick her up at 4:30pm, because you could get a couple of spots at the bar so long as you got there by 5pm. Getting reservations otherwise was problematic at best.

Wait, did I just ask my colleague out for a date? Wait, how come I never noticed her hotness before then? Wait, was I reading too much into this? I'd end up finding out in a few short hours.

We ended up having a great time and stayed at the restaurant for nearly four hours. Kelly was an absolute riot, and after she got a couple of drinks in her the conversation got really flirty and suggestive. From my end of things I played along, but didn't tip my hand (yet) about how dirty and kinky I can be. Maybe this was just a couple of colleagues having dinner and drinks after all. Sure, Kelly was wearing this *tight* navy blue dress, nearly floor length, that showed off her hourglass figure and more than a little bit of cleavage, these chunky (and tall) high heels, and this black velvet choker around her neck. But at the same time, while her outfit screamed, "we're going to be fucking tonight," I didn't want to assume anything. After all, not all chicken sandwiches are adorned with mayonnaise, where others are.

We listened to this cheeky collection of 1980s music on the way home, singing along, and by the time she invited me to come in for a glass of wine, "because this really nice bottle of wine had been 'burning a hole in her pocket forever'," our great moods carried on. After I cracked the bottle of wine, gave each of us a healthy pour, and we clinked glasses, we sat on the couch and chatted and laughed. Kelly started getting touchy-feely, touching my arm here and there, patting my thigh with her palm. All the while, as we made eye contact, her eyes kept sparkling at me. From my end of things I kept making her laugh, periodically resting my hand on her thigh or calf to let her know that I was interested. I was about to make my move to lean in for a kiss (the pout on Kelly's lips had been teasing me all night) when Kelly excused herself to "freshen up" before disappearing down a dark hallway in her apartment.

It seemed like she was gone forever. I just sat there, trying to keep my erection in check, trying to keep myself from gushing precum into my underwear, slowly sipping my wine, steeling myself to make the first move. But Kelly had other ideas. Finally I heard a creaking door followed by seeing a ray of light at the end of the hallway. A moment or so later, I heard her calling me. "Hey, uh, would you come here for a minute?"

I walked up the dark hallway, and at the end of it I saw her. She stood there, leaning against her door frame, wearing nothing but her choker, her sexy heels, and a smile. Game on. I raced up to her and grabbed her for a tight hug, my hardness now pushing against her tummy, as our mouths connected hungrily. She started undressing me, and after I was completely naked, I pushed her on to her bed, spreading her legs in the process. She was so wet that she was already dripping on to her comforter. She exclaimed, "wait, what are you doing?! ohhhh" as my tongue met her clit for the first time. In my head I wondered if no other man had ever gone down on her. This woman was pure sex. How did no one else never notice this before apparently? She was built for sucking and fucking, and even before I entered her for the first time, she was positively responding to my touch.

As I went down on her, she kept arching her back, which pushed her tasty pussy even closer to my mouth. Kelly was *loud*. I can't even begin to tell you how loud she was, or how hot I found all of this.

My knees started getting tired as I had been kneeling at the side of the bed as I went down on her, so I stood up and repositioned myself so that I was laying alongside her on the bed. Plus, I was also hoping that we'd end up in a 69, which is exactly what happened next. My cock, it pouring precum out of it, was near her mouth. Next thing I knew, she grabbed my shaft and put it in between her lips. Her lips were soft and amazing on my cock head. Her actual head game wasn't go great, but practice makes perfect, and that's one of the things that transpired during our summer romance. Plus, I love watching the womanly part of a 69, so as I gently face fucked her, I just *loved* how it looked -- after I eased my face out of her crotch so that I could sneak a peek at her sucking my cock.

I'd been enjoying her pussy with my tongue for some time. I don't know, maybe it was 30 minutes, before Kelly was like, "stop! stop! stop!" Why stop? I was enjoying eating her out. My tongue was about to snake to her asshole. "Get up!" she implored me. "Good, now lay down right here," she insisted, patting the center of the bed. And who was I to refuse? I got off her bed then plopped down in the center. God, her labia were so puffy and clearly dangling, and I could feel her slickness as she straddled me, running her pussy up and down my shaft. I almost came right then and there. I hadn't had sex in over two years and I was trying to keep my shit together.

So, her gyrations on my cock were fast and vigorous. We continued kissing and her 40D+ tits kept smacking me in the face as I held on to her chunky heels, one in each hand. Twice I started to enter her and she pulled back, her eyes rolling back into her head. On the third time, she pulled back and reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to her bed. Inside of it were... hundreds of condoms. Holy shit! I had never seen such an assortment before!

Full disclosure; I *love* slutty women. So long as they are in it for the pleasure like I am, I don't care if they want to fuck somebody else on the side. My mind immediately went to, "hmm, I wonder who else she's fucking," and I admit that I was super curious in that moment. She opened the condom wrapper with her mouth, rolled the condom on to my cock, and promptly mounted me, her slickness allowing me to enter her without any resistance. I could feel her hotness and wetness through the condom barrier, and she was surprisingly tight. She got even louder at that point, exclaiming that, "I haven't been fucked in a long time." She would make this long stroke until I almost popped out of her, then would slam her pelvis back down on me.

It was killing me, and I didn't want to cum yet. So I started thinking about spreadsheets and network cards and the periodic table of elements and other topics so that I could keep going. I also started changing positions. We switched to missionary, her high-heeled feet slung over my shoulders. I can opened her. I fucked her as we laid side by side. But what really changed the tenor of the night was when I saw this tall vanity mirror in the corner of her bedroom. I manipulated her into doggy position so that we could watch ourselves in the mirror. Then I entered her again. I was *slamming* into her. Then I felt that I wanted to get my thumb into her asshole. Our whole interaction had been passionate and exciting, so I felt that worse case scenario she'd tell me not to stick my thumb in her asshole again. Turns out that I was right.

As I fucked her from behind, me looking in the mirror at how we looked as we fucked, she was grasping the comforter on her bed with her fingers, such that the comforter kept bunching up more and more. But her eyes were closed. I wanted to have her watch us fuck. She was loud enough, most certainly, but I wanted her to watch us as well. So I started sucking my thumb to lube it up, and as my left hand settled on her lower back, I snaked my left thumb into her poop chute and forced it in. Suddenly she let out a cry and loud scream, and her eyes popped open. We made eye contact in the mirror and I started railing on her *even harder*. My left thumb was still up her chute as I grabbed her long, brunette hair in my right fist. Her neck jerked back and her back arched downwards. I pulled her neck back towards me, and we frenched. I whispered in her ear how sexy she was, and told her how much I enjoyed fucking her. I whispered to her to tell me what I was doing to her. At first she was like, "oh my god, you're fucking me." But I kept telling her to tell me more. "You're grabbing my hair," she exclaimed. "And what else?" I insisted. "Your finger is in my ass." "My finger is where?" I asked. "Your finger is in my ass." Say it louder. "YOUR FINGER IS IN MY ASS!" Say it louder. "YOUR FINGER IS IN MY FUCKING ASS!!!!!"

And that's when I lost it. I unleashed rope and rope of cum into the condom. I just couldn't stop cumming, and for the first time I let out a loud yell as I unleashed my seed. Once I came down from my cumming, I laid down on her back, supporting myself with my arms, as I continued whispering in Kelly's ear, reiterating how sexy she was. We kissed in between how she told me how much she enjoyed me fucking her, and how she'd had her eyes on me for a while.

Finally I plopped out of her, and I excused myself to wrap the spent condom in toilet tissue before throwing it in the trash and returning to the bed. We cuddled for a bit, then she asked if I wanted more wine. We stood there naked in her kitchen, well I guess that she was still wearing her heels, just chatting and sipping wine. She asked if I wanted to sleep over, and I most certainly obliged. Most certainly, I had every intention of fucking her again that night.

We decided that it was time to turn in and I hopped into bed with her, she finally taking off her heels. We cuddled up then dozed off. My cock was nestled in between her legs, but at that point we were just sound asleep.

I heard this popping sound in the middle of the night. Lightning flashed in the background. Kelly had lost power. The thunderstorm was ferocious, but maybe it'd finally cut the heat and humidity. Each instance of lightning would illuminate the room, and each would illuminate the fact that I was laying next to a totally sexy, fuckable woman. My finger started to probe in between her legs. I wanted to fondle her clit. I was hoping that we'd end up fucking again. She started stirring and pushed my hand away, but instead of saying no, she switched positions so that she was on her back. She spread her legs, found my hand in the darkness, then shoved it in between her legs.

We kissed a bit, gently, but then my mouth was all over her nipples. Her landlord lived upstairs. He was on his second "show" of the night.

This time I reached into the drawer next to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, as I fumbled around in the darkness. I rolled it on to me and told Kelly to get on top. We held hands as we had a nice, slow fuck. Given our angle, the bed kept banging against the wall. The lightning, while becoming less frequent, totally highlighted her perfectly proportioned, voluptuous body -- when it did strike. We fucked for a long time, and I finally finished in the condom before we both passed out again.

I awoke on Sunday morning with my cock in her mouth. She didn't want me to reciprocate, so instead I gave warning then finished in her mouth before we shared a cummy kiss.

After I came down from my high, she told me that she had something to tell me. She had a date at 1pm. I told her that she should go. She kept insisting that it would be boring, but I insisted that she go on this date. Plus she had hammered on my groin with her voluptuous body, and though I was 25 at the time, I literally needed to put an ice pack on my balls. Plus I needed a shower and a nap.

After some rest and a shower on Sunday night, I was about to go to bed when my phone rang. This is long before iPhones or whatnot. It was my landline. Kelly insisted that I come over. So I got dressed and went over. I would be up for fucking... so long as I was on top.

Her date was fine, but she simply told me, "I *loved* the way that you fucked me last night, I'm moving across the country in the early fall, and what I want is a summer romance. Are you into this?"

And so it began. More to cum.