The old saying is that you never forget your first girl, but for me its more accurate to say you never forget your best girl. I worked with M just before I got engaged and married. I was about 32, and she was about 25. And married. So I really didn't think she was interested, and I probably wasn't too wired to pick up the signals, either.
She, however, wasn't shy. One night she asked me to assist with a project she'd been working on. Sure, why not. Then, being a gentleman, I asked her if she'd like dinner. Of course. A corner booth in a semi-dark restaurant (hey, it was the early 80's). She slowed moved over my way and when I wasn't expecting it, grabbed my crotch. Not exactly subtle.
We went back to the office, got undressed, and proceed to fuck on the boss's desk. And floor. And couch. She had the remarkable ability to come and come and come. Eventually, I got too sore to participate any more that night.
The next day, we hooked up again after work. This time in a proper bed (mine) and went at it most of the night in every imaginable position. She was a swallower, too. (You can tell a girl really likes to fuck when she's a swallower). I'd never had so much sexual fun.
That affair lasted for several months until I became engaged to another. Despite my age, I learned a lot of techniques with her, including anal. Never did a three way with her, however. That was where she drew the line.
I still see her from time to time, too, even though its been over 25 years since those few hot months.
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