[SFLarkspur]

About 15 years ago I lived in San Francisco and was a temp at an insurance office. A petite demure blond named Mireille started working on the 5th floor. She was a little cold at first, but I organized social gatherings for a lot of the younger people working at the office and I slowly got to know Mireille over the course of a month.

Mireille was born in America to a French mother and had lived in France most of her life. She had short, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and high cheek bones She had a tight yoga-enhanced body with perky b-cup breasts and a cute tight ass. She was 29, about four years older than I was. Though she smiled and laughed often, and often wore form form-fitting gypsy/hippie style skirts and tops, she would also sometimes wear more classy summery dresses. She looked devastating in them. I was usually attracted to fun kooky down-to-earth girls, but there was a glamour to Mireille that I found irresistible.

I spoke French well with a good accent and we would often have lunch or meet after work where I would walk her with my bicycle to her bus stop. I told her about my girlfriend and she told me about her ex whom she was still living with at the time. She was still pretty brokenhearted and it was tough living with him.

More and more, I would leave my bike at work and walk with Mireille after work. One afternoon, I walked her all the way home. We stopped for a couple of beers on the way and then later got a bottle of wine from her apartment and walked over to a nearby park. It was foggy and a little cold (as it often is in San Francisco) and so she brought a blanket. I was tense with anticipation. We laid down the blanket and talked and drank and flirted. Soon it got much colder and we wrapped the blanket around ourselves and laid down to avoid the wind. Before long I could feel her legs near mine and then she turned away from me and I brought her body close to mine a mine and I felt her ass nestle against my upper thighs. I reached around for her and brought her tight little body even closer to me. I kissed her neck and then she turned her head to me and kissed me with a hunger that still stops me to this day. That was the beginning of our work affair. We made out there on the grass for about twenty minutes and then returned to her apartment, where we sheepishly said our goodbyes. I walked home, titillated, but struggling with the idea that I had just cheated on my girlfriend

The next day, we talked about what had happened and decided that maybe we had made a mistake.

A couple of Fridays later, some coworkers, Mireille, and I met for some drinks. Mireille and I flirted the whole night and ended up walking together that night. Without really talking about it we walked a couple of miles to my apartment.

When we got there, we snuck up to my room (I didn’t really want my roommates to know that I was cheating on my girlfriend). We plopped down on the bed and lay together for a while and then started making out. Soon our clothes were off and very confidently, Mireille turned around and positioned her pussy on my face, grabbed my cock and started sucking on it. I was astounded because I had not met a woman who was so sexually confident. Sure I had 69’d many times before, but usually later in an affair or relationship and often on the side. To have a girl just sit on my face on the first serious hookup blew my mind.

She smelled great. She tasted great. I licked her pussy and clit in swirling motions and with my free hand, felt her firm beautiful ass. She worked my cock up and down with her mouth. Neither of us came that night. I think we wanted to draw things out a little more. Knowing that neither of us wanted Mireille to wake up in my apartment and see my roommates, she got up and left. It was about 4 am.