You Never Know Until You Ask Her

You know sometimes something just clicks between two people when you have hardly even met? I had a temporary job at a supermarket out in a country area - a little community place where everyone was very friendly. You get to recognise the regulars, and one I did notice slightly was a blonde girl aged about 35, with glasses and a slight squint. She was very overweight but not grotesque - I like a bit of meat on my women anyway. She came in a couple of times and asked me where such and such was and I would show her. I began to think about her and what I would like to do with her sexually, but she was so nice and pleasant and seemed so well brought-up and respectable that I never expected anything to happen.

One day I found her wandering around the store with a basket containing one carrot, a cabbage and an aubergine, and I couldn't resist a 'witty' remark. 'One carrot?' I said quizzically. She blushed. 'Making a kind of stew,' she said, and I blushed too at the thought of what she might have thought I was implying. 'I need a bottle of wine,' she continued, so I went over to the wine section and we talked about what kind she needed. She decided to have one red and one white.

'Would you like some help to drink them?' I asked. 'Might be a nice idea,' she said and shook her hair - attractive long blonde hair. Her breasts quivered under her jumper as she did so. 'Shall we buy another carrot?' she asked happily, so that's what we did. We arranged that I would visit her place at 7 when I finished my shift.

I had a change of clothes with me because I had planned to go out, so at ten past seven I knocked on the front door of her little cottage in a quiet lane.

She had changed into a skirt and blouse; I showed her my carrier bag of clothes and said 'Is there somewhere I can change into these?' Expecting to be shown to the bathroom, I found myself instead upstairs in her bedroom, neat and tidy and with her perfume still hanging in the air. She pointed to the en-suite bathroom and said 'You can take a shower if you like. I'll go and finish cooking.'

It was, in fact, a wet room - like a huge shower with a central drain, and basin, toilet and bidet all there, open-plan. It was pleasantly warm as I had a good hot shower, using her girly shower cream and enjoying the fact that it had been used to clean her body.

Dinner was excellent - she was a great cook and had produced a delicious stew with some braising steak and a load of herbs, plus dumplings. Her music collection wasn't too bad and we chatted comfortably and naturally. When the wine was finished and we'd had enough of the cheese and biscuits we sat together on the settee and she poured us a Grand Marnier each. 'I like a girl who can cook AND drink,' I said. 'What else are you good at?'

She didn't reply, just gave me this beautiful smile that could have melted a snowman at 50 paces. It kind of drew me towards her and before I knew it we were kissing and my hands were all over her. Her big thighs remained firmly together, although she didn't stop me from approaching her pubic hair over the top and down the slope.

'I've been having sexual fantasies about you, you know,' I said into her ear as I kissed her neck and unhooked her bra beneath her open blouse.

'Oh good,' she said. 'Anything I should be worried about?'

I couldn't reply because I was about to start on her breasts, sucking her nipples. She had small areolas but her nipples were quite big and very suckable. I placed her hand on my jeans in the cock area and she squeezed me gently, then unzipped me and put her hand inside my underpants and squeezed again before moving it down to feel my balls. Just being helpful, I lifted myself up and pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees.

'You can suck me if you like,' I said, and she did, her warm chest on my thigh as she took me in her mouth. After a few minutes of this - and it was fantastic - she sat up again and we resumed kissing. Then she said quickly 'Let's go to bed,' and stood up. I followed her but said I needed to go to the toilet first, and ducked into the downstairs loo. She came in with me. I ran the cold tap into the basin and thrust my tackle into it to discourage my erection. She watched me silently and when I was finished she led me by the hand upstairs. In her bedroom we took off our clothes briskly and I pulled her into the wetroom. We lay on the floor, she on her side, up on one elbow with one knee bent and that foot on the floor. I sat up and then knelt against that knee, my cock pointing down her thigh. I pissed down her thigh into her crotch and she closed her eyes and moaned 'Oh, you dirty boy.' I was conscious of my erection returning, but before it did I managed to give her a good dousing, moving closer in and pissing on her clitoris.

'Bad boy,' she scolded again. When I had finished she got up and stood astride me. And then she started to piss, aiming as best she could (women can't, really) for my balls and covering my stomach too. Then she knelt down and kissed me tenderly before standing up and turning the shower on. We soaped each other lovingly, dried and went into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt between her legs and licked her blonde, lightly haired pussy, then tipped her further back so I could see her arsehole. I licked that and she leaned back as far as she could, to improve my access. Eventually her muscles tensed and then relaxed as she came and brought her legs down. 'You are such a wicked man,' she said. 'Are you going to fuck me now?'

I smiled. 'You're a naughty girl too,' I said. She lay on her side with her pussy well hidden by her thighs and buttocks and after I penetrated her she turned onto her stomach. I shagged her gently and then harder and harder until she came and then I shot my spunk into her. I climbed off her, she rolled over and we laughed and kissed.

'Mmm,' she said. 'I don't know what came over me - I know what came in me. I'm a nice girl really.'

'You're a very nice girl,' I said and kissed her politely on the lips.