We exchanged emails over the following days, the upshot being an agreement to meet at the house in a Hampshire market town Beth was moving into at the weekend, for drinks and to share a pizza.  Half an hour before I set off, she called me. “Just so you know,” she said, a little hesitant, “I’m actually seeing somebody. He’s not the love of my life, anything but, but I have been seeing him for a couple of years. Are you ok with that?” I laughed. “more a question if you are,” I replied. “Well, you might not be able to stay,” she told me, “just in case…you know….” I laughed again. “Let’s see how it goes,” I suggested, teasing her, “I might not want to stay!” As if.

She told me hers was the house with the red door,  number 18. I walked up to it suddenly nervous. We had both been pretty drunk the previous week. Needn’t have worried. I knocked and she opened seconds later, smiling that dazzling smile, wearing a full length blue dress, barefoot on a sanded wooden floor. I lifted the Waitrose bag full of food , wine and the sake she had told me she loved and shrugged. “I told you not to bother,” she mock scolded me, “but seeing as you have, do you want to open that wine?” It dawned on me that I had rarely heard her speak other than on the phone and she had an incredibly sexy tone, slightly hoarse from the cigarettes I knew she rolled, and the rum she had told me was one of her many poisons. As she led me into her kitchen to find a corkscrew, I also noticed for the first time how well she walked, upright with the breasts so obviously unencumbered by a bra pushed out and her fabulously curved bottom swaying slightly, tight beneath the fabric of her frock. I felt my cock stir slightly in my trousers, remembering her mouth around it.

Over the next hour or two, we chatted, drank and even ate a little, between her roll up cigarettes. For the first time in years, I realised I was finding a woman fascinating. As she put away more and more of the sake we warmed in her new microwave, the wine having been polished off double quick, she became increasingly animated and open. Her conversation was bright and quick and beyond smart - I realised that Beth was a seriously intelligent woman, unsurprisingly as it turned out she had graduated in philosophy. She was also very rude, telling me she was now enjoying what she called random shagging with ex boyfriends from years before now married to women who wouldn’t do what she would do - or couldn’t do those things anywhere near as well! When I complimented her on her blow job technique she confided that she had learned by asking gay men then practised very diligently for many years. 

By the time of this conversation, we were sitting opposite each other on her plum coloured settee. Her dress had ridden up and she hadn’t bothered to pull it back down so I was casually stroking her legs as we talked. “You shouldn’t be doing that, you know,” she said, more than once, half heartedly pushing my hand away than sinking another small bowl of rice wine. “No?” I asked her, slipping my hand up under the gathered fabric of her gown and running it up and down her pale thighs, “should I be doing this?” She laughed and shook her head, telling me “I’m not having sex with you tonight,” but making no effort to move my hand this time. I lifted her hem and made a show of looking up her dress. She was wearing a pair of navy blue cotton knickers. “Hmm,” I replied, “in those pants it  looks more like you are going to play hockey than doctors and nurses.” She laughed, pushing me away, giggling, “I’m definitely not having sex with you now.”

 I let her push me back for a second then took her hand and pulled her to me. We kissed, she laughing for a moment then slipping her hand behind my head and pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I fell back with her on top of me, my hand all the way up her dress to stroke her naked back as she sucked at my tongue. We rolled over onto out sides, Beth between me and the settee, her legs now wrapped round me. My hand moved to her front and I tricked her flat stomach for moments before moving up to squeeze at her breasts. She gasped and broke away. “Now I want sex with you,” she murmured, her hand slipping down to grope at my already straining cock through the fabric of my trousers. We kissed again, her face hard against mine, her breath hot and urgent. I moved my own hand down and stroked at her pussy through her knickers, both grinding hands against the others moving hips. “Yes,” she gasped as I found her clit “like that.”

She struggled with my belt and zipper, eventually breaking away to look at what she was doing and them pressing her lips against  me again as she pushed my trousers down around my thighs, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of my briefs to tease the head of my cock with her nails. “Do you like that,” she crooned, tormenting me. I nodded, pulling her dress up and forcing her to stop for a moment. Then she was naked in my arms but for her knickers which she suddenly pushed down herself, exposing a dark triangle of hair. “Lick it,” she demanded.

I stripped, clothes all over the floor and pulled her pants right off then knelt in front of her and went down on her wet pussy. Using the fingers of both hands, I pulled her lips open and ran my tongue from clit to anus, sucking then fucking her with it. “You are rude…” she groaned, pushing against me, “don’t stop.” My hands pulling and squeezing at her nipples, I sucked at her clit then licked, my tongue exploring her soft pussy lips then the puckered tightness of her arse hole. “Fuck yes,” she groaned, “like that, like that…” I slid one hand down her now sweat covered stomach as she instructed, “finger my cunt” leaving the other hand to pleasure her small but firm tits. “God yes,” she murmured, “pinch my nipples hard, slap my tits”. He hips were moving in rhythm against the two fingers i had inside her and her nipples were both hard erect. I was panting with effort, grinding my own cock against the fabric of the settee. “Make me cum, “ she whispered, “please, make me cum really hard.” I pulled my fingers from her cunt and pushed them into her mouth where she sucked and licked, greedy. “Taste it” I ordered. She nodded, eyes wide open. I knelt up in front of her, thrusting my cock towards her face. She pulled my fingers deep into her mouth and grabbed my prick, forcing my foreskin hard back. “You like? She asked or perhaps instructed as I withdrew my fingers. I grunted assent and pushed my hips forward again. She lifted her head and spat on my bell end. “Fuck me’” she told me.

I pulled her down and pushed her legs over my shoulders. “Put it in,” she demanded again, “fuck me now”. With a single movement I was deep inside her. She was hot and wet and tight and it wasn’t clear who was fucking whom. Within moments she closed her eyes, groaned, “oh fuck yes” and spasmed against me. “You’re gonna make me cum,” she repeated over and over until a warm, wet gush against my stomach as she held her breath and squeezed my cock so hard it was all I could do not to explode myself showed me she was cumming, over and over. As she subsided she spun us both over and crouched above me. “More,” she instructed, riding me, my hands alternately on her tits and her arse, until she stopped, held herself still against my thrusts and squirted again. The settee was soaked and so were we but she was far from finished. “Do me from behind,” she demanded, climbing off he and turning with her arse towards me on all fours.

I moved her myself, so I could stand on the floor behind her. Her thighs were slick with her own cum and her arse wet. “Come here,” I told her, pulling her by her hair onto my prick, “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” For the next 15 minutes, we bucked and ground against each other, me slapping her arse at will, she reaching back to both masturbate and grab my balls. I fingered her arse, feeling the rhythm of my cock in and out of her cunt, then forcing my fingers into her mouth where she licked and sucked greedily. I pulled her hair back so her tits stood proud and slapped them, too as we fucked. In the end, I held both her wrists in one hand and her hair in the other as she begged “fuck me hard, fuck me hard, you’re gonna make me cum” before squirting long and silent, her mouth wide open and her eyes tight shut as my own spasms exploded from the bursting head of my bare cock, mixing my cum with hers. My orgasm made me shudder, rushing through my body like a drug as she moved and moved against my straining cock. After what seemed like an age of never before known intensity,  I fell forward and collapsed onto her  back, murmuring “Jesus Christ….”

After, we shared another glass of sake and a cigarette. My chest was heaving and my stomach muscles already hurt. It took me minutes to come down off the orgasm high. “That,” I told her,” “was amazing.” She looked at me and smiled. Her hair was all over her face. She was still damp with sweat and I could smell her cum on us both. Her eyes were on fire. A romantic notion it may be but at that moment I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She smiled and lit up the room again. “That,” she replied, “ was only the beginning. If you want.”