After a few years following my divorce, I hadn’t met a woman I liked, but my luck started to change. At a friends’ wedding anniversary party, some of their colleagues were there. They worked in healthcare, so most guests were women. I’m a guy, so I kept an eye out for any single women. It didn’t seem promising—most were just chatting or dancing casually, nothing flirty. Photo Dinnax.
I went to the bar for a drink, and there she was: tall, pale, with large breasts that stood out in her blouse. I stood beside her, ordered my drink, and took her Darius. I asked if she was a colleague, and she said yes. I introduced myself, and she said her name was Zofia. We didn’t have much to talk about, so the conversation faded, and we parted ways, though I kept glancing at her.
Weeks later, at my friends’ place—the ones who threw the party—they said Zofia had asked about me, wanting details. They didn’t share much but got her okay for me to call her for a date. A few nights later, I dialed her number. After a few rings, she answered cheerfully, “Zofia speaking!” I said who I was, and she remembered me. I explained I got her number to ask her out.
She said she thought I was nice and wanted to get to know me. We planned to meet at a restaurant in her city the next weekend. Saturday, 7:45 p.m., I waited outside. Five minutes later, Zofia walked up, looking great—curvy, with nice legs in high boots, a skirt, and a cute blouse.
I complimented her, and she blushed. We went in, ordered food, and talked a lot about each other. After dinner, I walked her home, and she invited me in for a drink. Zofia poured me one, still in her boots. I hoped she’d change, but no. We talked about our night and got close on the couch. “If you’re sweet, I’ll get comfy,” she teased, though I wasn’t sure what she meant.
I’m not a big flirt, which helped. Zofia kissed me, said, “You’re sweet,” and went to her room. She came back in a robe that barely covered her large breasts. We chatted, and I kept glancing at her robe. “Can you see, honey?” she laughed. “Oh yeah,” I said, chuckling, “Those are quite a pair!” I’m cautious about making moves, scared of messing up, but Zofia showed she was open to more, guiding my hand to her breast.
I got bolder, squeezing her breast and stroking her legs. She moaned softly, so I slid off her robe. She had pale skin and large, firm E-cup breasts, despite never having kids. I took a nipple in my mouth, my fingers between her thighs. Soon, we were naked on her couch. Zofia got more aroused, and when I touched her clit, she was soaking wet.
She’d mentioned past boyfriends who were selfish. I rubbed her clit, and she went wild, saying, “Come upstairs.” We stripped and jumped onto her queen-sized bed. “Drive me crazy,” she said. I stroked her clit, moved down, spread her legs, and licked her thighs. Zofia melted, her eyes excited. I focused on her clit, and after a few licks, she tensed and came quietly.
“Keep going,” she said. I licked and sucked her clit, then found her G-spot. When I hit it, she arched, stared at me, and collapsed, moaning deeply. She was so turned on, clearly pent-up—a potent mix. I kept licking, sucking, and rubbing her G-spot. After ten minutes, she sat up, locked eyes, and came with a sexy groan, staring intensely. It was the most intense orgasm I’d seen.
She was spent, so I slid beside her, and we slept. An hour later, I woke to her tongue on my body, exploring down to my navel. I stroked her back and hair, showing I was awake. When she reached my cock, she took it deep in her mouth. I wasn’t used to this but loved it. She sucked deeply, teased the tip, then took it all again. I got rock hard, and she signaled she wanted to fuck. I lay back, and she climbed on, sliding my cock inside her.
She moved slowly, savoring the feeling she’d missed. I loved the view, her firm breasts bouncing. She got wilder, her breasts bouncing more, and I grabbed them. The sight kept me hard, and she rode faster until she showed signs of another orgasm. After a few thrusts, she tensed, let out a throaty sound, and collapsed, her breasts pressed against me.
After a bit, she sat up, still horny, and said, “Put out my fire, your turn on top.” My erection was strong, and as she lay back, she pulled me inside her. I thrust deep, her breasts swaying, making me wilder. She tightened around me, but she came again first. As she clenched, I couldn’t hold back, coming hard inside her, then collapsing, enjoying her breasts beneath me.
We slept, and later, Zofia promised “sex and breakfast.”
