My cock was basically a rod of steel at that moment. I had never seen a display so erotic, or heard noises of such pleasure, in my life. So, when I saw her stomach had stopped quivering, I lined my cock up with her entrance and pulled her legs back apart and all the way up towards her shoulders. Then I slowly, but inexorably, pushed inside her until I had roughly two more inches to give her. She shook her head wildly from side to side, but at the same time, clawed at my waist pulling me towards her.
“Please ... can’t take ... any more ... Need a moment...” she grasped.
But I couldn’t. I was mad with lust and just had to fuck her. And since she was still pulling me into her as she said those words, I didn’t think she really meant them. I leaned forward, placed my lips on hers and kissed her passionately. Then I strongly pushed my hips forwards, finally giving her those last two inches, nesting my cock snuggly inside her. As my thighs slapped against her butt, she threw her head back and arched her back towards me. Then I fucked her with short strokes, giving in to the need for movement but unwilling to let the head of my cock leave the tight confines leading to her waiting womb. After a short few minutes, the effect that had on her became obvious, and I finally decided to earnestly pursue my own orgasm.
I gave her hard and fast strokes while kneading her breasts. I was like an animal in need, and she loved it. She kept encouraging me with words, moans, and clawing hands on my back. When she came again, and I once again felt her spasming pussy massaging my cock, I came with her. It felt like I kept shooting for hours, overflowing her insides with my cum, and just basking in the utter bliss this woman had bestowed on me. When my hips finally stopped shaking, I just collapsed on top of her, my head on her breasts, breathing hard. She cradled my head with one hand and stroked my hair with the other as I clung to her. Then I looked into her eyes, gave her another kiss, and stood up.
She just stayed there on her back, looking every bit like a woman who just had been fucked senseless. Her arms listless next to her body, her heaving bare chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her hair disheveled. Her legs still spread apart, showing off the thick globs of cum seeping out of her red and puffy pussy. Her panties still dangling from her right ankle, but all that with a big contented smile on her face. I took great pleasure in the knowledge that it was me who had satisfied her so thoroughly. I moved around the desk, leaned down next to her head and quietly asked her.
“Yesterday you said we had to do that again. Did I do Okay?”
She laughed at that. I wasn’t joking, though. I knew I had fun, but I was still asking myself if I should have done anything different for her. She looked satisfied to me, but what did I know about how women would look when satisfied? How should I have known if that was genuine? I was a virgin the day before! And just because she had an orgasm, it didn’t mean I was good enough for her to pursue further. I REALLY wanted her to pursue me further.
“Fucking hell, Tim. Just so you know, I don’t think I’ll give you back to those little girls you go to school with.”
“Oh, don’t worry. Chances of that are pretty slim. They’re all convinced I have a two inch dick.”
Hearing that, she looked at me in confusion. Scolding myself for even mentioning that topic, I walked back over to the other side of the desk to retrieve the wet wipes I held in my drawer. Normally I used them to clean up keyboards and mouses, but now I used one to wipe the sweat off her breasts and stomach. Then another one to clean up the leakage off her pussy, causing her to teasingly smile and coo at me. Finally, I handed her the box of Kleenex I always had on top of my desk and sorted out my own clothing. By the time we were halfway presentable again, I noticed I didn’t have anything to help with her hair.
“No Problem!” she said, as she pulled a hair-band out of nowhere, combed her fingers through her hair a few times, and gathered it in a ponytail.
“You know, one of these days, I’ll want to hold onto that when we try out doggy style.” I pointed out, sitting back onto my chair.
She grabbed her purse from the floor, placed it onto the desk, and then plopped herself sideways onto my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me into an intimate kiss we held for multiple long minutes, while I stroked her sides and back. I realized, holding her like that in my lap was just as good as the sex we just shared, if not better. In the end she leaned back to fish around in her purse and pulled a small box out of it, presenting it to me.
“For you.” she smiled.
It took me by surprise. It had been years since I accepted a gift, since I never got any from people I didn’t expect to use them as mean jokes. I took the box in both hands, carefully opened it, and found a precious looking wristwatch in it. I looked at it for a few moments and then I just had to ask.
“You bought me something? Does that mean you’re my sugar mamma now?”
She rewarded me with a melodic laugh that, although I didn’t think possible at that moment, lifted my spirits even further.
“No, you idiot. It’s a belated birthday present. You didn’t think the sex was all I had for you, did you?”
“Well, honestly, the sex was special enough to make it the best present I ever got!”
“Are you telling me I’m better than the inexperienced girls you get at school, Baby? Well, isn’t that a compliment.” she laughed, not getting my meaning.
I contemplated, for a second, if I really wanted to have that discussion at that moment. But for some reason this woman got under my skin. I thoroughly enjoyed being with her, and not just when we had sex. Over the year I’ve been working in the firm, we spent quite a few hours just sitting in the breakroom, simply talking. We had the same humor, read the same books, and her being my sparring partner during the training sessions was always the highlight of my day.
But I never had any illusions about her. I was so much younger than her, I knew it could never evolve into a serious committed relationship, no matter how much we enjoyed each other’s company. Well, not never, but at least not until I had graduated from high school, which was still a few years out. Even what we were doing now was dangerous for her. And so, while I always felt like I could open up to her without reservation, I never did so completely, and never told her about the exact nature of my troubles at school and home. Or its cause, for that matter. I definitely wanted her to know just how big a gift yesterday’s visit to the bathroom actually was, though.
“To be totally honest with you ... I never got one of the girls from school. In fact ... I never had anyone I could compare you to.” I carefully informed her, dreading her reaction.
“What...” When she started speaking, it was in an amused half laugh. But then she stopped as the realization hit that I wasn’t joking. All the amusement vanished from her face, being replaced by utter disbelief.
“No! You weren’t!” she asked in half shock, half accusation.
“Yes, I was.” I answered.
“Are you seriously telling me, I popped your cherry in a bathroom-Quicky just yesterday!?”
She was leaning as far back away from me as our position allowed.
“Is that a dealbreaker?” I asked her, seriously hoping it wasn’t.
“N ... No. Not really. It’s just ... fuck, Tim. If I had known, I would have done it differently. I mean, you always seemed like you had plenty of experience. Even now I can’t really believe it.”
“What do you mean?”
Not like it wasn’t any guy’s dream to be born a sex-machine, but I somehow didn’t think that was what she meant. And I was right.