When I first met her she was working the cash register at the school cafeteria. I flirted, of course, but she was embarrassed by my attempts at bowling her over with my charm, and actually not susceptible to my attempts to impress. She was, however, courteous and friendly, just not overwhelmed by my animal magnetism. I guessed that she had never been with a man at that time and did not understand just how attractive she was. She was a virgin I figured as completely as a young beautiful woman could be, in every way. I am not really sure she knew where babies actually came from, but it was sure she would learn soon enough given the way so many men gazed at her as she sat on her stool in front of the cash register.
When I finally asked her if she go out with me she thanked me but said she had no time to spare, and when I asked her if she could squeeze in an afternoon break for coffee she smiled and said she’d check her schedule and let me know when she saw me the next day, since I had been there everyday since the start of school. The next day she said Friday would be fine, that she would like to go for coffee with me.
After our Friday afternoon ‘date’ of thirty minutes, I took her for ‘coffee’ everyday for a week. At the end of that week I asked her if she ever ate a meal in the evening. She said she did, of course, so I said I would be honored to eat an evening meal with her. She blushed, then nodded that she would like that.
I picked her up from her apartment two days later and we drove to a Thai restaurant I liked and she said she did as well. The meal went far too quickly, and I took her back less than two hours later. She was completely delightful during the meal, we chatted comfortably, but I felt her relax as the time went by and she seemed ready to accept a more traditional date than just coffee or a quick meal.
I would spend more time at the cash register than was necessary each day after that and she seemed pleased to see me every time, at least I took it that way. I then gathered the nerve to ask her on a real, let’s see a movie, date. When I asked her she brightened and nodded.
“I’d like that,” she said with enthusiasm that delighted me.
We watched the movie, then went for a walk along the river. When we stopped at a wooden bench we sat together and talked. I turned to face her and she moved quickly and put her mouth against mine. It may have been the most ravenous kiss anyone had ever placed on my face. It literally took the breath out of me, both because of the surprise and the intensity of the embrace.
She became ravenous and she pulled at my clothes. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and it was a soul kiss like I had never received from anyone I was not paying. “Could we go to your house?” she asked breathlessly.
I literally lifted her to her feet and began leading her towards where I lived. I took her hand and led her away from the bench next to the trail along the river.
When we got to my door, I unlocked it and she dashed in. If she didn’t know where babies came from, she certainly seemed to know how to make them. By the time we both got to my bed we were both undressed and she almost literally threw me to the mattress. Before I knew what was happening she was settled on top of me and seated in a cowgirl position, knees high and hands on my torso, bent slightly at the waist with her head back and her pussy swallowing my erection.
My shy, timid sweetheart was assuming the position with expert form and posture. Almost instantly she started bouncing on my hips and thrusting me up inside of her like a Las Vegas whore at convention season. I tried to match her pace, but I could not keep up with her. When she came her pussy gripped me like a closed fist and she neatly milked the cum out of me like a dairyman with a Guernsey cow. She held me in her and her vise-grip pussy squeezed me tight, holding me in place and she continued to bounce over me with an energy I could not believe.
Where was my timid, shy and inexperienced cafeteria lady who didn’t know where babies came from. I was certainly was wrong about that. She had just fucked me like an seasoned working girl at Easter break in the Florida panhandle. She then collapsed on me like a rag tossed on the kitchen counter, covering me and breathing heavily in my ear.
Even before I was able to get my breath, she began moving again over me, holding my flaccid cock in place with those exceptional and experienced vagina muscles. I began to stir and grow incredibly and rise to the occasion once again, growing within her as she bounced once again over my pelvis. Before I knew it we were fucking once again and I was again deep in her tight and gifted pussy.
I came in her a second time and had to lift her off of me, since the sensitivity was so powerful that I could not take it any longer. She did not want me out of her and I had to hold her away. She finally stopped bouncing over me and came to a reluctant standstill above me.
“Wow,” I said, overwhelmed and spent, and exhilarated by the surprisingly extraordinary fuck from the cafeteria lady of my dreams. We actually dozed in a naked pile on my bed, and we slept deeply until nearly seven that evening.
When I awoke she was massaging my flaccid cock in her hand and kissing the tip. I pulled her to me and kissed her. “I don’t know what got into me,” she said with a wicked smile.
“I did,” I said and she smiled again, nodded, and put the tip of my penis back in her mouth as if it was a tasty morsel. When it had grown to full size, she swirled her tongue around the end of it and slid it to the back of her throat like a pro. My cafeteria lady was a sexual dynamo.
Her name was Claire and I had fallen in lust with her completely, finding myself infatuated with her like a puppy in heat. She was not only incredible looking, but she was a sexual virtuoso. As we rested and stretched out side by side, I told her she was incredible and asked if she liked sex as much as it seemed she did.
“I guess I do,” she said with a smile. We rested for a while, then she rolled over and put her hand on my shoulder. “Do you?” she asked with a sly smile.
“I guess I do,” I said, teasing her about her answer. We laughed and she said she was amazed at herself. She went on to say she was not the virgin her colleagues and friend thought she was. I kissed her and told her I was glad of that.
“I bet you are,” she chuckled. “I haven’t been with many men,” she said. “But a few. I had a steady boyfriend for a few years, but he died from cancer when he was nineteen. I do like what we used to do,” she said. “I guess it shows. Once we started kissing, I got carried away, I guess,” she said with an embarrassed blush.