Free Erotic Stories

Summer Romance- Part 1 (mf)

This story is completely true. Names and places have been changed for the obvious reasons. What happened here was important to both partners in the relationship. I was trying to find my sexual voice with like-minded people. She was trying to heal as well. As I tell this story it's both sexy and sad. Hopefully you don't find my disclosures to be off-putting, and that this story finds you well. For the both of us our relationship has proven to be a gateway to further adventures during our adult lives.

I'd first met Kay at work, in 1994. I was in between relationships at the time, and kind of slumming it. My previous relationship had been a doozy, and I needed headspace. I also needed sex, and the break I'd taken had been longer than I'd expected: at two years. As a guy who was in his early 20s when this took place, this is a weird disclosure, I agree. It's just the way things were for me at the time.

When I'd first started chatting with Kay, it was totally casual as we'd been colleagues. She was fun, funny, sweet, and smart. I've tried not to date women that I've worked with, and have been mostly successful in avoiding those types of work-life conflicts. Kay, I'd learned, would be moving away at the end of the summer so that she could attend graduate school. At first this piece of information wasn't of importance, because I'd not been thinking about making a move on her, but later on it was a catalyst for what took place during that summer. And boy, was it both a great and unexpected summer!

Kay was a pretty girl who had this throwback look to the 1950s. Taller than average, mane of long and curly auburn hair, lots of curves, very specific choice in makeup, and eclectic mode of dress. Plus she was thick all over, but wore it extremely well. It didn't dawn on me at first, because back then I was still demure about my sexuality and how much certain things truly thrilled me, but Kay had always given off this vibe of being a sexual person. I just wasn't in tune to the signals others would clearly give off, but when I look back I know she'd gotten the same vibe from me.

We'd had a stiflingly hot (and early) summer that year. I'd head to the office on the weekend just so I could have central air conditioning and complimentary diet sodas. Apparently she'd had the same idea, so when she'd appeared at my office door to say hello I was more than surprised. She did this dramatic gesture of fanning her face, and we both got a laugh out of it. That's when I'd noticed how sexy she was. Her half shirt was showing a bit of cleavage and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Her short skirt was short, short, and more short, and she had amazing and muscular quads and calfs. She was wearing some kind of high heeled sandals, but I've always tried to be discreet about the way I analyze other people in a sexual sense, so I tried my best to keep eye contact during our conversation. Still, I'd noticed. Of course I'd noticed. We chatted and laughed and... I was too stupid to close the deal. What I'd really wanted to do was to ask her out, and my mind raced through a scenario where we'd be naked a few hours from then. Finally she kind of begged off and went to her office. Crap! By the time I'd come to my senses and went upstairs to find her, she was gone. I had no game back then, make no mistake. Zero game. Nada. Zilch.

Sunday had been much cooler, so I didn't head to the office. I went to pay her a visit early Monday morning, but she'd left a note on her door that she would be taking a personal day as she'd worked on the weekend. I was somewhat disappointed as I headed downstairs to my office. Then I saw it. Tucked underneath of my computer keyboard was a folded sheet of paper. When I pulled out the folded sheet of paper to inspect it, it simply read "Kay, provided her phone number, and was punctuated with a smiley face." The sex gods smiled on me that day, I remain sure of it.

I called her later that evening when I got home from work, and the 5-minute chat was basically asking her to go out, having me recommend a couple of places for dinner, then me suggesting that we dress up "like adults" (we were both in our early 20s back then). She was totally game to go out that Friday, and with these parameters, and outside of some passing glances and smiles throughout the work week, we didn't speak at all, there was no email between us, etc.

She was absent from the office again on Friday, and I'd wondered if she was going to bail; back then nobody had a cell phone, and most people didn't even check email at home, so I was hoping that she'd be there and ready to go when I arrived. Still, we'd agreed that I'd pick her up at 6pm *sharp*, so at 5:59pm I was at her doorstep, with a single rose in hand, wearing my finest suit. Ok, I suppose it was just a suit (it was the only one that I'd owned), and the last time I'd worn it was my college graduation, but as a jeans and t-shirts type of guy it was a huge upgrade. Her eyes grew wide when she'd opened the door and first saw me. I tried to keep my bulging eyes to a dull roar. At least I'd hoped they weren't bulging out of my head. Kay looked like a china doll. The way she'd slicked her hair back and applied fire engine red lipstick and a very stylish eye shadow. The way she'd worn this tight, form fitting, completely sexy ankle length velveteen evening gown with a sexy looking pair of black heels. The way her ample cleavage was on display. The way her hips swayed as she strutted to the kitchen to put the rose into a vase with water. Oh. My. God.

I did the open door for lady thing, and pull chair out for lady thing, and was both charming and funny. For the first time in forever I was able to relax during a date, and Kay seemed relaxed and to be enjoying herself as well. It was a lovely night, and even though she'd donned a shawl since the air conditioning in the restaurant was aggressive and chilly, the choker she was wearing, the amount of cleavage she had on display, and the subtlety of her perfume made me want to kiss those red lips, and to strip off that dress so that I could see her thick, sexy body. It was a real struggle not to seem like a lech. Thanks for having been so sexy, Kay; thanks a LOT! :-)

Before dessert, things took an unexpected turn. Kay informed me that she had been assaulted in college. I was unable to keep my straight face. These types of assaults are serious business, make no mistake, and I had no idea why she was telling me such a personal thing on the first date. I let her talk and talk about this subject and I listened intently. At the time I was sure that was the end of the night, just speaking in practical terms, and was trying to see if there was something else on her mind, to see if there was something that lead to such an honest yet visceral disclosure on her part.

That's when I got my third surprise of the night. Kay took the last swig of her wine while her eyes danced as she stared at me. "Do you know why I brought this up with you, and tonight no less?" I am certain I had a sad look on my face, and I nodded my head "no." To this day my eyes will give me away. "You see," she continued, "I was different before it all happened. I kept an open mind, and had a lot of interests and curiosities if you know what I mean? Well, you seem to be a guy who has a kind spirit and an open mind and a sense of adventure... and who is up to the challenge and for having a good time. I'm really glad that you decided to give me a call." Then she winked at me.

I was absolutely floored. "So, what I'm saying," she continued, "is that I'd like us to respectfully decline on dessert and that we reconvene at my place. Does that sound okay to you?" I nodded in the affirmative.

At first the drive to her place was kind of quiet. Then I put on this 1980s mix cassette that I'd listen to while stuck in traffic during my daily "alone time". We'd started singing along to Eddie Money and Devo, and by the time we got to her place things were "up" again: the mood, and, you know, other things. When we got to her place, I parked then rushed around to open her door for her. I took her hand to help her step out, and she thanked me by giving me a peck on the cheek.

She told me to take a seat on her sofa, and excused herself to, I assume, the bathroom to "freshen up." What seemed like an eternity later, she called me from the back of her apartment and I headed towards her voice. Her bedroom had been adorned with multiple lit candles, and outside of the light in the front room of the place, I could make out her sexy form as she stood in the center of the room.

"So," she whispered. "What now?" I moved towards her, and pulled her close to me in a hug. I made no attempt to hide my rock hardness from pressing against her abdomen as we embraced. She flinched a little bit but then nuzzled her face into my chest. I'm sure she could feel how rapid my heart was pounding. I released my arms from around of her, and she pulled away from my chest and looked me in the eyes. I gently put my hands on her face, and brought my mouth down to hers. We shared a couple gentle pecks and I loved how her lipstick smelled and tasted. Then I gently brushed my tongue across her lips. She returned the favor, and when our tongues first met she started trembling again and began to flinch.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "It's OK," she said. "Keep going. It might be like this for a bit, but don't stop. Keep going. If something isn't working then I will tell you." Then she kissed me with a passion that I had not experienced up until that night.

As our tongues danced, hands started to probe. First mine went to her butt, and was trying to find her panty lines, but was curious as to how I'd found none. Then I moved to her sizable chest and nipples and pinched them through her dress, and finally I found her sacred spot, and the heat emanating from it was nothing like I had ever experienced with a woman before. "Unzip my dress," she said practically breathing her words into my mouth. "Unzip it and let it fall to the floor." I complied, and soon she was standing before me wearing nothing but a black lace no-cup bra (I think that's what it's called), a black lace thong, black thigh high stockings, and her sexy black heels. I took her hand, and helped her step out of her dress that was now pooled at her feet.

"Small request?" she asked. I nodded. "Gently gather up the dress and hang it neatly over that chair in the corner, would you?" I nodded again. "That's good," she said, and I walked back towards her. I couldn't wait to continue what we'd started. "Another request?" she asked. I kind of cocked my head and looked at her. "Will you get naked for me?" she asked. "Slowly?" I admit this was a new one for me, and she directed me how to remove each piece of my clothing. As she did so she masturbated. I could clearly make out her hand doing circular motions underneath of her thong as I removed my clothing at her direction. "That's it," she kept saying. "That's the way. Ohhh."

Finally I was totally naked, and precum was dripping out of my cock. Kay motioned me back towards her. Then she reached out, and touched the head of my cock with her thumb and index finger. Her touch was gentle and electric. And she whispered to me, "looks like somebody is a little bit excited here..." I nodded. She proceeded to swirl her thumb and index finger around the head of my cock, and I warned her to stop. But she didn't. Soon I was shooting jet after jet of my cum over her hand, her forearm, some landed on the floor, and the rest hit the edge of the comforter on her bed. Back then I had zero body control. At least I was young, and the night was bound (hopefully) to have more erections and more cumming. She embraced me, kissed me hard on the mouth, told me that it was fine, and that the night was just getting started. Then she made a remark about "not wasting good cum" and proceeded to lick my cum off her hand, forearm, the floor, and the edge of her comforter. Then she kissed me again. This is the first time I'd ever tasted my own cum. Between her aggressiveness, and the fact that this was all new to me, I enjoyed her mouth and the taste of my seed.

Since she was still jittery every time I touched her, I decided to run my mouth and tongue down each and every part of her body. As I reached her sexy lacy thong, I grabbed it away from her sexy spot and pushed her back on her bed. I pushed the thong to the side, and started taking her with my mouth. She was very hairy, and back then shaving/waxing wasn't a thing, and her scent was strong. It was sexy and musky, and as I ate her she continued to drip profusely. Then it happened. She shoved my face into her crotch, and while I could barely breathe, there it was. She came, and I nearly gagged on her stream. She came and came and came and came. It was remarkable, and I'd never seen a women cum like that -- EVER.

When she came down from her high, she declared that was the first time she'd ever cum. I had a tendency to run my mouth when I was that young, but throughout our short relationship I was wise to keep my yap shut. It made things a lot better, and she's since told me that me going with the flow was a major reason why things worked so swimmingly.

She told me to lay on my back in the middle of the bed. Then she reached into her nightstand, and opened the drawer. I had never seen that number of condoms in my life. I looked at her and kind of raised my eyebrows. "Oh, you must think I'm a total..." she stopped herself. "Just trying to be safe, and until tonight have been wanting to try out this collection." I don't know if she was being honest or not, but I didn't have enough time to think about it. "This one," she declared, pulling one with a shiny wrapper from someplace in the drawer. "I've been wanting to try this one. Here. Let me. Mmm, looks like somebody here is ready for, what is it, round three?" I'd never had a woman put a condom on me before but loved it. She was so gentle and continued her graphic talk as she sheathed me up.

Then she hopped off the bed, and removed her bra and thong. I pointed at her stocking and heels, and she just laughed and said that she'd wanted to leave them on. She got on top of me and rubbed her slickness on my shaft. I had never used a condom this thin before. The sensations were amazing. She teased my cock by rubbing it repeatedly on her slit, and during a "misfire" I entered her all the way. She completely tensed up, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I know my jaw had dropped because as she was caught off guard her pussy clenched my cock and was practically strangling it. She told me it was ok, that she was ok, and she put both her palms on my abdomen as she continued to gyrate her cunt on my sheathed cock. Soon she started slowly pulling up until I was almost out of her, then slamming her ample butt back down on my quads. As she did so you could hear a smacking around reverberate in her room, she became loud enough that I'd thought her landlord was going to call the cops, and I almost lost it early again. Her tits would also smack me in the face. I focused on them, and soon I regained my composure. She was still a little bit fidgety as we fucked, but after we'd picked up the pace and she let me guide our motions as my hands had a firm grip on her ass things got a lot better. This is the first woman I'd ever been with who screamed liked that, and while it was somewhat terrifying it was also incredibly hot. While I hadn't been watching a clock, I'd felt that we'd gone for a bit. I told her that I was cumming and started hammering her underside as hard as I could. When we'd finally settled down, and she'd collapsed on my chest I fell out of her with a plop.

"Mmm," she said, and dismounted me. She took the condom off and poured my cum over my belly. Then she ate all of it, and kissed me once again. I immediately started to get hard (because youth!) and patted her bum so that I could access her pussy from my mouth as her back was to me. She took this as a (welcome) invitation as she lay on top of me, and 69 was on the menu. As the candles began to burn themselves out, I couldn't see where I was licking, so when I found her anus, I just went with it, and while she yipped a bit she clearly enjoyed it. I knew so when she sprayed my face again. I came in her mouth shortly thereafter and we kissed and spooned before we nodded off.

In the middle of the night I felt a slickness on my cock. Then I realized that based on my feeling around she was in reverse cowgirl position, but that I wasn't wearing a condom. I tapped her butt with my hands, and she asked if I was awake. Of course I was awake! I could hear a condom wrapper opening and she sheathed me up again. This time she put me in her and rode me reverse cowgirl as I laid there with my hands locked between my head. Periodically I'd force my hips upwards and my sack would hit her clit, and she'd scream a lot, or I'd spank her ass in the dark so that she couldn't see it coming, but mostly it was a slow and leisurely fuck (but not without intensity), and I was trying to play with her asshole. She didn't cum, but eventually I did. She dismounted me, kissed me hard with a lot of tongue, then poured the contents of the condom into my mouth. Then we both tasted my seed and fell back asleep.

She was not in bed with me when I awoke in the morning. I looked at the clock and it was 10am. I headed out of bed, naked, and had to pee so bad. I called out to her, but there was no response. I laid back in bed, my hands once again locked behind my head, and soon I heard the padding of feet on the floor. "Oh, good morning, sleepy head," she said, and gave me yet another passionate kiss. Kay was completely naked, and I thoroughly enjoyed getting a look at her sexy, stacked body in broad daylight. "Look at what I've brought," she said, showing me a tray of strawberries along with two glasses of what I'd assumed was champagne. "I figured that we might need a pick me up this morning." I nodded, and she handed me a glass of champagne, put the tray of strawberries between us, then laid back down on the bed and lifted a glass. "To... this," she said, laughing as we clinked glasses. "To... this," I replied and took a sip of champagne.

Kay at half of the first strawberry, and fed me the other half. Then she bit into another, and rubbed the half bitten strawberry on my right nipple. I know I gasped. "You like this don't you?" she whispered in my ear. Then she ate the rest of the strawberry followed by licking its juices off my right nipple. Then she did the same thing to the left. Yup. I was hard again. Between her sexy talk and the nipple stimulation, which, by the way I can't explain why I love so much to this very day, I was more than ready to go another round. She proceeded to rub strawberries on her clit as she spread her legs and proceeded to feed them to me.

She handed me her champagne, and I set both on the nightstand next to me. She took the tray of strawberries and set them on the floor next to the bed. She spread her legs again and started to masturbate. I could hear how wet she was because each round she'd made around her clit it'd make this slick and sticky sound. I moved from my side of the bed, and watched her masturbate from between her legs. I moved her hand away and started eating her out again. She came a little bit, and then I kissed my way up her body until I was on top of her, and our tongues danced one more time. Her hands were on my ass, and she kept pulling my crotch towards her. When I was just in line with her slit, and with the faintest twitch of my hips I would've been inside of her, she tapped my shoulder then fished for another condom. Unlike the previous night she tore the wrapper and threw it on the floor then quickly placed the condom on me without any teasing.

I got back in between her legs, and she put her hands around my face. "I want you to go easy, lover," she told me. "Can you do that for me?" I nodded and proceeded to gently push my way inside of her. When I bottomed out her mouth was stuck in a permanent "O". She held her hands on my ass to control the pace. I started with long, slow strokes, and we kissed tenderly as I went in and out of her. She started to get a little restless and moved her butt a bit. I raised her legs and leaned them over my shoulders. She moaned loudly several times then nodded so I continued. As we'd started to go faster I pulled her legs all the way over my shoulders and we had maximum coupling between the two of us. Finally she opened her eyes all the way, kissed me tenderly, and said, "pound me. I want you to pound me. Please. I'm ready. Please."

I obliged and the smacking sounds and her cries echoed off the ceiling again. My words had devolved into low grunts and I think I said that word "fuck" like a thousand times. She kept fading in and out of getting close so I took her hand and insisted that she play with her clit. With each circle of her fingers on her clit her muscles milked my cock, and finally she came again, right about on the verge where I was going to cum, and she pushed me out of her. My hips kept thrusting and I visibly came in the condom as I fucked the air. "Wow, that's hot," she said. "I've never seen this before." She kept jerking me until I fell on top of her spent.

After we'd rolled back onto our sides of the bed, both of us sweating profusely, and our chests heaving, she laid it on me.

"So, I think this is going to be an excellent summer romance, don't you?" she asked.

"Summer romance?"

"Well, from Monday I have exactly two months until I move," she replied. "Is a 'summer romance' something you'd be interested in?"

"Definitely. So where do we begin?"

"Oh, we've already begun. Believe me," she said, playfully pinching my nipple and biting at it a bit.

Sure enough it was going to be an amazing summer. I could not wait to get started! I was trying to be cool so I didn't set our next date. I was only wondering when it would be, and who would call who first.

Stay tuned.

---