This is a true story. A few years ago, I worked as a subcontractor for a large telephone company in New England. The DSL rush was on, and it seemed like everyone and his brother wanted broadband…and wanted it RIGHT NOW.

It was a Thursday afternoon, mid summer, and I was tired and hot and wanted nothing more than to do the last install and head home for a beer. I checked the run sheet and saw “Sullivan, S.” was the next stop.

I pulled my truck up in front of a brick condo building. It looked like an old converted Catholic schoolhouse, which meant trouble for me, because, I knew from experience, all the wiring would be tucked into tiny crawlspaces. I grabbed my tools and a new DSL box and walked up to ring the doorbell.

Now, before I go any further, I’ve got to tell you about me. I’m 26, 6’1”, about 185 and I’m in pretty good shape. Aside from climbing poles and into manholes, I run triathlon, the training keeps me pretty fit. I was dressed in typical “phone guy” mufti that day; Levis, boots and a polo shirt. I’ve got brown hair, cut short…and what my ex girlfriend liked to call “mystery eyes”, a sort of gray hazel.

OK, so back to the door. I look at the series of names on the doorbell box, and mash my thumb on the “Sullivan, S.” button. I could hear feet thumping down the stairs, and the door was pulled open by…

Now remember, I’m the phone guy. I see hot women everyday. And I’ve had my share of propositions from middle-aged matrons that want a little excitement between “Young and the Restless” and the hair appointment. I always turn that down. I’ve never hit on a customer or taken advantage of the opportunity that was presented.

…the door was pulled open by a woman that was my dream girl. No other way to put it. Tall. Oh God… she was at least 5’10”, wearing shorts, legs that went to her neck, a tight little top, showcasing a perfect set of midsize breasts. She was a redhead, with a sexy short cut, stunning green eyes, beautiful skin with a scattering of freckles across her nose and pouty lips that I wanted to lick.

She stood there in the door, looking at me, as my brain was in neutral, “Are you the phone guy?”

I was having trouble getting the words out, so I mutely held up the DSL modem and she smiled and invited me up.

I walked behind her up the stairs, and found my voice, “I’m Rob, you must be S. Sullivan.”

She turned to look at me, “Yup, that’s me, Sarah Sullivan. It doesn’t get any more Irish than that, huh?” She stopped in front of her door and pushed it open to let me walk in.

I asked where her computer was, and where the nearest phone jack was, and I explained that it could take a little time to config her system and get everything working. She just smiled and told me she had all night. As I started to set up my stuff, we chatted. She told me that she was 24, single, her parents lived down the road in Connecticut and she was a nurse. I told her my story, blah blah blah. I’m single, work a lot, yeah the phone company treats me pretty well, no weekend work…blah blah blah.

I grabbed my tester out of my bag and started running diagnostics when I felt her come up behind me and crouch down next to me. I looked over and she had a big glass of water.

“I brought this for you.” She was staring in my eyes. Looking at me intently.

I took the glass and set it down on the floor next to me and looked in her eyes, I was transfixed by her. I reached out to touch her hair, and she rubbed her face against my hand, and I pulled her to me and kissed her gently, while I cupped the back of her head.

She looked up at me and I could feel her quivering, like a wire pulsing with voltage, “Rob, I want you to make love to me, and if you want, you can spend the night…and maybe the rest of you life with me.” She had tears in her eyes, “I’ve never felt this way before, but I knew when you walked in you were my destiny”.

I kissed her again, and started to undress her. I looked at her, and I knew I’d never leave.

As I pulled her top over her head and began to suckle those lovely dusty rose nipples, I could hear her sigh and start to breathe heavy. I slipped off her shorts and the thong underneath, and traced my finger around her belly button. All the time I was kissing her face, her neck, around her ears… I looked down at her pussy and was amazed at the pale halo of pubic hair, like a small smoky haze, slightly obscuring the purple lips. I ran my finger lightly down from her navel across the lips of her pussy and found that she was dripping wet. I could wait, so I kicked off my boots, pulled my polo over my head and started to take of my jeans, when her fingers on my belt stopped me.

“I want to do this. I want to engulf your cock with my wet mouth. Does that turn you on?” She looked up at me with those green eyes. “I want to taste the little drop of pre cum on the tip of my tongue and then I want to get your cock wet and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

She slid down my jeans and true to her word; she flicked the tip of her tongue against the head of my cock and tasted the tip. Then she slowly slid all of it into her mouth, until her chin was resting on my balls. I don’t have a huge cock.. I mean, it’s not porn star size, but it is significant, and none of the women I dated were ever willing, or able, to deep throat me.

As she was working on my cock, I was able to reach over to slip a finger into her wet pussy. I played with the lips and her clit before inserting a finger… as I slipped into her,
I could feel a sharp gasp from her mouth on my cock and her pussy quivering as I slowly slipped one finger in. I started to slide it back and forth, while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She stopped sucking and let out a long groan

“Oh my God, that feels awesome, you know just how to make me melt… please, eat my pussy…”

With an invite like that, how could I resist, I got down between her legs and started to tease her clit with my tongue and swirled all around it. I loved the way her juices filled my mouth as I worked my way from the hole to the hood.

“Please, put your finger back in me while you do that,” she gasped.

I now had two fingers in her pussy and I was sawing them in and out as I lapped at her clit. I could feel her body tighten, and as she was moaning that she was about to cum, I sucked her clit hard into my mouth.

“Oh Mother Fucker…” she screamed, “That was incredible.”

I laid her back onto the oriental carpet and pushed her legs up and placed my swollen cock at the entrance to her pussy. I again looked into those amazing eyes and I slid into her wet and waiting hole. As I bottomed out, I could hear her grunt and feel her pussy contract around my cock. It was simply the most exquisite feeling I’d ever experienced.

As I worked my way into a steady rhythm, she was talking to me, “ohhh yeah… fuck! … keep it up… ohhh… fill my pussy with … ooohhh…. That big cock…”

I was pounding away, my balls slapping her ass, when I decided to flip her over and do her from behind. I rolled her onto her knees, and pushed her head down, and I slipped back into her pussy. Then she reached back and spread her ass cheeks for me and begged my to fuck her there.

“Please Rob, slide that big cock into my ass…”

I bent down, and worked my tongue around her little rosebud, lubing her ass with spit and flicking my tongue against her tight sphincter. I got it good and wet, and slipped my cock into her pussy once more, to juice it up, and rested the head at the entrance to her ass. I pushed gently, and felt her tight ring start to open. I could hear her gasp and she told me to keep going. I pushed a little harder and more of my cock slid in, just past the ridge of my helmet.

I leaned down and whispered, “The hard part's done now…” and I slid more of my cock into her. She continued to moan as I worked more of my meat into her tight ass. In a few minutes, I was balls deep and giving her a moment to recover.

“What are you waiting for?”, she moaned, “Fuck my ass!”

I started to get a little in and out rhythm going and I could feel her fingers on my balls as she was playing with her clit as I started to get some speed up.

She started to frig her clit faster and her ass was clenching my cock, making a tight fit even tighter, when she screamed, “I’m gonna cum again… keep fuckin’ my ass…”

I fight my balls tighten and I knew that I was moments away from dumping a hot load in this beautiful woman’s ass.

I slammed into her as deep as I could and with a roar, let a huge spurt of gunk fill her bowels. As my spooge filled her, she started to scream and her ass clamped down as she came, forcing my cock out, with an audible “pop”.

We lay there on the rug for a few minutes, catching our breath, and she looked over at me and smiled.

We were married two summers ago, and the sex is still as hot as it was the first time.

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