Wendy was eager to "have another lesson" as she phrased it. I was eager to see if our evening on the loading dock was a fluke or genuine passion. Besides, I owed the girl something. Maybe it was romance, but I definitely owed her the respect of being treated like a lady. Hopefully before screwing her like an animal.

I felt different about this girl. The others entered the exchange with full understanding and considerable experience. With Anita it was very clear: she needed cock like a medication, periodically she had to have it. Judy and Heather were trying the expand their knowledge of sex and "get-off" on the way. That blonde girl was a one-night stand, and the one on the pier- Well, I wasn't trying very hard to unravel that mystery.

Wendy was different. I was totally responsible for her sexual education I felt. Our sex meant something. Not just a random cock finding a random cunt to nest in, a random mouth or ass to unload into.

This required some planning, some thought.

I saw her a few times a week as I shopped down at the store. A stolen moment of conversation. Lips licked as she glanced at the front of my trousers. My own lips licking as she would turn to walk away and I saw that tight little ass just inviting me to-yes, this required some thought.

I let her know, in a brief conversation which took place in the Produce Aisle, to get really dressed up. Not the prom, but next to it.

Too many people in this town that knew one or both of us. No business trips coming up. What I did have was a lake property that my spouse refused to patronize. A ready alibi, a place I went and was not bothered (unless by young women seeking cock, which was never a complaint with me). I could say I was going to spend a night up at the lake, concentrate on my fishing. What I was after sometimes smelled like fish, but the flavor to me was superior from anything that ever came from deep or even shallow waters! So, I had my excuse to be gone overnight. However, what could we concoct to get Wendy some freedom?

As it turned out, it wasn't a problem. She lived with some other girl her age, not with her parents. Nowhere near the school. No shotguns firing at the fleeing educator by parents after he defiled their daughter, so to speak. No one to see and tell the school administrators either.

About an hour and a half away there was a nice steakhouse sort of place. Not the fanciest place in the world, but a cut above what was available closer to home. She deserved some classy treatment, and a good piece of meat always works well when you desire a lady to chew on your meat later in the evening.

Dirty old man. I don't deny it. I am.

I had to wonder once or twice-or six or seven times-what she wanted with this old cock? Now that she knew the ins and outs of sex, why not go for the guys her own age? Yes, I know about the puns there-ins and outs. All I knew was that, while it lasted, I was going to get all that premium young amber pussy I could get. Those young guys couldn't do her like I could anyway. Well, that's what I convinced myself to believe. For once I was even thinking of keeping "one on the side" for regularly scheduled recreation. At least until some future date when my cock fell off or something.

I rented a car. This was supposed to be a nice evening out, and the old Ford truck wasn't going to measure up in quality.

"You are sooo getting laid tonight," Wendy said as I opened her car door and escorted her in. Once I got in I explained that she was supposed to keep me in suspense about how the evening ended. She laughed. She was just being honest about what we both wanted. True enough.

Are you interested in what she wore? Or more interested in the fact that every kilometer I drove I was sorely tempted to pull over in some isolated spot and force my cock into that rust-colored pussy. Into that tight asshole. Explode an ocean of cum into her waiting mouth. As I tried to observe the speed limit and make smalltalk, I could remember how her asshole puckered as I drove my lovestick in and out of her tight booty. It was difficult to concentrate on the driving.

She saw my boner attempting to gain freedom from my pants. She reached over and traced the outline of my bulge softly with her fingers.

"If I stroke you off, would you still have enough for later?" she said, starting to unzip me.

"No Baby, let's wait," I said.

"Could you still drive if I laid my head on your lap and sucked you off?" That sounded like the best idea I had ever heard.

"No Sweetheart," I said firmly. "I want to wait."

She looked puzzled.

"A lady deserves to be treated like a lady. Later on we'll feed our hunger."

She seemed satisfied. She stroke my throbber three or four times and then pulled her hand away. We spoke of current events, jobs and such. Her goals for life. It was a pleasant drive for that 90 minutes to the restaurant.

She was lovely. I started to write you about that, but got distracted with what I wanted to do to her. What I had done before and wanted to do more, in new ways. She wore her red hair down, with a slight curl on the ends. Her eyes were done in a soft brown which brought out the deep brown of her large eyes. Her lips were rose. She wore a nice pair of small hooped earrings, gold. Probably 10 or 14 carat. She wore enough makeup to downplay her freckles, both on her face and her shoulders. Her nails were been manicured and she wore a clear polish on them.

Her dress was sort of a brown satin. I don't describe clothing a lot, so forgive me. There was a sort of square neck. That is, the fabric covered her at the shoulders but then dropped to form a square beneath her neck, down to just above her breasts. I couldn't see a bra strap, but I knew there was a bra under there from the way her tits were riding. The smell of a woman eminated from behind her ears, the base of her throat, and from between her breasts. An adult smell. Not a little girl smell. No wild raspberries tonight.

When my cock was granted his wish this night, it would be with a woman, not a little girl.

The dress, which accentuated her figure, was tight around her waist and her sweet little ass, and the hem fell just beneath her knees. She was wearing dark hosiery and moderately high heels. Rather than 5'5" she was more like 5'7" this night.

I could just see all the young guys at the restaurant checking her out, wondering how to get her phone number with her father so obviously in the way. I was pretty sure her father was pretty close to my own age. People at the restaurant would wonder what the special occasion was between what appeared to be father and daughter. Acceptance into college? Sweet 16 birthday? She was past both of those, but with young women one cannot always tell the difference between 16 and 22.

I was tempted to forget the restaurant and proceed with the latter portion of the evening. Wendy wouldn't have objected. She may have had regrets at missing the dinner, but she would never tell me.

No, proceed as planned, I decided.

When she learned that I had made reservations, I imagined that she gushed just a little bit into whatever panties she was wearing under the dress. She was obviously very happy to rate a reserved table for two in a dark corner of the restaurant. A romantic spot where two people could talk quietly without the usual distractions of other patrons.

The table was dark. Illuminated by a candle in the middle. My date blushed. I could see the emotion fill her eyes. It was apparent to me that she had never been on a date like this before. Maybe she'd been out for fastfood, a movie and some kid fumbling around with her in a backseat? Well, she knew I didn't fumble.

I ordered a bottle of wine for us. Nothing too expensive. Of course she wasn't 21, but the restaurant clearly wasn't concerned with that, she realized. It was a nice sweet wine, and it tasted good with the rolls provided before dinner.

She was at a loss with the menu. Maybe too many choices. Particularly of things she had never tried before. I asked her whether she'd rather have steak or seafood, and I recommended some crab for her meal. She agreed, and I ordered for us. Crab for the lady, prime rib for me. The service was excellent, paced appropriately. Waiter attentive without being a nuisance. The atmosphere quiet, dark and encouraging of those seeking a romantic dinner. Her hand stretched beneath the table and rubbed my inner thigh, culminating with a slow and tender squeeze of my cock. My hand extended beneath the table, finding the hem of her dress and proceeding inside to find her thigh. Had I gone any further I would have ripped her dress.

After a moment our hands returned to the top of the table.

"I'd jump you right now" she said, realizing that we needed to wait.

We enjoyed a shared dessert, then I paid the bill and we walked to the car.

I drove her down the road another five or 10 kilometers to a dance club. Not the music I was accustomed to dancing to, but music she knew and liked.

It was dark inside the club. We found a table in the darkest corner, and sitting there close to one another, she leaned over and began kissing my neck. She stuck her tongue in my ear, and I could feel her hot breath as she whispered "Do you want some of this?" She knew I did. She proceeded behind my ear and began to suck on my neck. I cupped her breast in my hand. She was wearing a bra, I was right. This too was the wrong place and wrong moment to go down on her, let along have her devour me with those rose lips.

We kissed for awhile, and then we danced. Well, she danced and I just sort of moved around.

Watching her hips sway and her tits bounce lightly just made me harder and more eager to get her into bed. It would be tough to get her to bed without throwing her down somewhere first and going ballistic on her cunt.

We danced into the corner. We'd been there at the club probably an hour. It was almost 10 o'clock. She firmly grasped my love broker and began to stroke me. I heard my zipper start down. It had to be her unless my cock had grown the fingers to unlock the door from the inside.

"Baby," I started to say.

"No one can see us," she said, and she descended down.

While the crowd danced to Maroon 5, over in our dark corner she worked my throbber out the fly of my pants and licked him end to end. She began to play the skin flute, pausing to bathe the end in her warm mouth. She gave me head for five minutes like that.

I was going to need a lot of self-control to complete my plan for the evening, and the first challenge was not to coat her in sperm right there in the dance club!

"Save some for later," I said, pulling her up to her feet. I could taste cock on her when I kissed her.

"I am ready" she said, adding "and getting really wet."

"Okay, let's go," I said.

We got into the Lincoln and started back to our town.

"Who's there at your place tonight?" I asked.

"Evelyn is at her boyfriend's all night," she said. "Are we going all the way back home to fuck?"

"I want you to have homecourt tonight Baby," I said.

She liked the idea.

"How am I going to keep my hands off of you for 90 minutes," she laughed.

"Think of stocking shelves, pricing lettuce."

"Yeah, that'll do it all right," she frowned.

I thought about cleaning fish, and despite the idea that the smell of fish and of-well, we made it back to her apartment. I parked in the visitor space. It was nearly midnight, no one saw us necking at the door as she found her keys to the building. No one knew that as she was reaching into that little brown purse, my hand was up her skirt reaching into the tight pink furry purse between her legs.

It was a nice apartment on the second, or top, floor. A balcony commanded a view of the parking lot. I suppose there were times when one wanted to relax and watch the lot, but I couldn't imagine wanting to do that. My mind was elsewhere that night.

As for furnishings, they were nice if spare in the livingroom. About what two young working women could afford. Purchased not for style but for practicality.

"I'm not sure what we have here to offer you," Wendy said, meaning in the way of a drink or snack.

"I know what you can offer me," I said, grinning like the lecherous old bastard that I am.

She laughed.

"What are your fantasies?" I asked her as we sat down on the couch.

Well, the one she had heard about in Psychology class was out. No "making love as the tide comes in at the beach," since we didn't have a beach, let alone know when a tide was coming in. I liked the idea that the waves would pound as my cock would pound her twat. Symbolic, but as I said, not possible. We didn't have whips and chains, but that wasn't one of her fantasies anyway. The little schoolgirl thing she wanted to save for another time. That was actually good news since it meant another time.

"Let me show you my fantasy," she said, leaning over to my cock. I thought giving a hummer on the couch was what she had in mind, but instead she rubbed me three or four times, smiled seductively and went into her bedroom, closing the door slowly behind her. Teasing me. I tried to think about cleaning fish again.

Five minutes passed. Very slowly. Painfully in fact. I thought about just going in there and forcing the action, but this was her show, her fantasy. So I waited. I took my tie off, along with my shoes and sportcoat.

She emerged with her hair pulled up, a scrungee holding it back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a terryclothe robe. She smiled at me and walked over to her stereo. She selected a Barry White CD and inserted it into the player. Hmm. I was going to insert my CD into her player in a little while too. What a coincidence.

As the music began to play she walked in front of me and dropped her robe.

The black lace teddy just covered her sensitive areas and hugged her curves tightly. Truth be told it was probably a size 2 and she would wear a size 4, it was tight. The shoulder straps were straining and slipping off her shoulders as she began to dance for me.

Slowly she swayed, licking her lips all around. Licking her finger and sticking it slowly and lovingly into her mouth. I could feel my crotch getting damp, and there was visible movement in my pants. She saw that too, reaching over and unzipping the prisoner from my pants.

"Let him come out and play with me," she said, biting her lower lip and smiling.

She sat on my lap facing me, her legs spread to enclose mine. Her ass swayed, rubbing my aroused cock between her ass cheeks. She stuck her wet tongue in my ear, and then the other ear. She sucked me behind each ear.

"I'm going to suck other places too," she cooed.

"Sounds good to me," I whispered hoarsely.

She rotated off my lap and danced, seductively raising and lowering the straps of her teddy. She flashed her breasts at me, then her finger wound its way up the leg of her teddy and she swirled her digit in her pussy. I could see the reddish hair sticking out. She pulled a strand of her cunt hair out the leg. I was unbuckling my pants. She danced over and sat on my lap again, unbuttoning my shirt, sucking on the bare chest beneath. Her fingers twirled the sparse hair on my chest. She gave me a long wet kiss. Very long, with her tongue probing every surface of the inside of my mouth. When she had kissed me for what seemed like five minutes without breathe, her hand felt between her legs for my throbber. She took him in her hand and said, "I am your whore."

"You are? You're not the grocery store girl?"

"No, I am your slut tonight. Here to give you pleasure," she murmured, her slender fingers closing around my thick cock. "You're getting a tight fuck tonight, if you want it?"

"First I want you to swallow me, slut" I said.

She climbed off my lap and leaning over, she engulfed me. It was hot and wet, and it felt like paradise. After two or three complete trips up and down my genitals with her rose lips, I turned her around and as she sucked me, I fingered her cunt and asshole from behind, sucking on the fabric of the teddy. Stroking and grooming that amber hair.

When we had engaged in this 69 for another few minutes-and I wondered how I had prevented myself from blowing cum all over the apartment-I picked her up and took her to her bed.

Candles were burning, illiminating the otherwise dark room. Some incense-scented candles apparently. The single wide bed was turned down. Properly used a king size bed is a lot of fun, but a single, twin size bed is almost a guarantee of pleasure with two people occupying it.

I laid her on her back and carefully, taking a lot of time, slowly peeled the teddy off of her. Kissing each exposed body part. Her nipples rose to my lips, and she moaned loudly as I licked and sucked each one slowly. Peeling her teddy from her snatch, her moist musky smell rose to my nose, and I buried my face in her quivering red cunt.

"Oh, my God! This is the best one ever! Finger me! Finger me?" she screamed.

My fingers entered her. First one, then a second, and a third part way-pausing to strum her clit.

"Forget that shit! Stick your cock in me! Do it now!" She screamed angrily I thought for a moment.

I spread her legs, pinning them to the side with my hands. My cock drove forcefully into that red mass of sweet fuckslot.

I had always, secretly I suppose, wanted to hear Barry White music as I fucked a woman. Barry was singing "sweeter and sweeter" as my cock thrust into Wendy.

She groaned as I reached full-extension inside of her and started to rotate my hips. Her hips rotated in time with mine. We stirred her honeypot together. Each time I began to withdraw for another deep thrust she would beg me not to pull back. "Leave it there, leave it there, stir my honey. I love you."

I thought it was the heat of the moment, so I let the expression of love go without comment. After all, I was loving this too.

As I was fully-extended in her cunt, she came. Loudly, screaming and groaning. Her pussy pulsating around my cock tightly.

When she had finished her orgasm I turned her over, pulled her up on her knees to take her in the asshole.

"No, wait," she said. She hopped up and she ran to get something. Her ass and tits bouncing as she ran.

In a moment she was back with a box.

"Our kit," she said, opening the box. There was the canola oil and CoolWhip.

I dipped my finger in the oil and then inserted the finger in her anus. It was tight.

I rolled her over, propped her up on hands and knees and began the slow, sweet descent into her quivering asshole.

I don't know if those apartments are soundproofed very well or not. I suspect that the noises we made as I screwed her ass woke more than a few people in the apartment complex. When we had finished that in five minutes with her shuddering orgasm, we lay spread-eagle on the bed. She on top of me. I saw her hand go down to the floor, and then I felt something sticky and slightly chilled on my cock. I felt around the floor and found the CoolWhip container, and grabbing a handful applied it to Wendy's cunt.

We ate each other out and up, 69 style until I felt a volcanic rush.

"Here it comes Baby!" I screamed. "Better back off!"

Her lips closed ever tighter, and I rocked her face with cum. It exploded out of her mouth. A peculiar mix of my pudding and CoolWhip.

"Mmmm.ahhh" Wendy muttered as she licked up each morsel of her treat.

We washed one another in a quick shower, and then we fell asleep-still damp from the shower-about 2:00 a.m.

I awoke about 5:30 a.m. and as she lay there asleep, her pussy beckoned to me.

I entered her with my renewed cock and began to slowly screw her. Her eyes opened, and she whispered "Yes, go ahead, fill me up."

I slowly, powerfully and rhythmatically fucked her for 10 minutes. She sighed as she came, and her pussy quivered once more.

"Do you like breakfast sausage?" I asked her.

"What do you have in mind," she smiled at me.

I discharged my second load all over her lips as her tongue flickered around her mouth and embraced my spewing penis.

We fell back to sleep, still covered in my second cumming.

I finger-fucked her at 10:00 a.m as she sat in her robe and we drank our coffee. I left after she orgasmed.

Now that was a date night!