A Nice Young Lady

So,
We had been talking.
We had known each other for a little while.
I knew her as a nice upstanding young lady.
(Barista at the local chain coffee shop.)
That’s how she portrayed herself to the world.
Nice young lady.
Every mother's dream for her son.
So,
When she started dropping hints . . .
I was a bit uncertain.
Until she suggested,
A little meet up.
The first time,
Was making out.
Lots of touching
Lots of kissing.
So was the second.
And the third.
By the fourth - - -
She was the aggressor.
She pushed the envelope further.
Way further.
It was clear,
What she wanted.
Me.
And,
Well,
Ditto —
I wanted her.
She pulled my polo off,
Over my head.
On her knees,
Her butt cheeks on her heels,
Her skirt flared around her.
Pulled my sweat pants down.
And got busy.
She had me
Hard and dripping.
Her other hand was between her legs.
She was wet.
Both of us were panting.
I pushed her back.
Her heels still under her hips,
Pushing/elevating her hips upward,
Welcomingly.
I flipped back her skirt.
No panties.
Shaved!
Wet.
Ready.
I grinned.
Leaned forward.
And was in her.
Kissing her.
Stroking in-and-out of her.
In moments,
I was cumming.
As I finished,
She started.
Her surprisingly violent,
Orgasm and its contractions,
Caused me to cum again.
(A rare thing for me —a second cumming --that soon after the first.)
I straightened up.
She ask me to help her up,
She was cramped from the position she had been in.
As she straightened,
To her knees,
My cum and her fluids,
Flowed out of her,
And,
Puddled on the floor.

I grinned at the sight.
She blushed.

Then,
Leaned forward,
And,
Finished exactly where she had started.

My thoughts were on,
A possible,
Fifth meeting.

Dreaming,
About,
This nice young lady.