While I have been happily married for some time, I still think often about a woman I was 'this close' to asking to marry me. She was someone I worked with and, truth be told, was the first woman I ever had sex with. She was a widow and not beautiful, but still what I'd call good looking. We had been invited to dinner at the apartment of a couple we knew when, after diner, something happened. While our hosts were clearing the table and getting the dishes taken care of in the kitchen, "Deb"(not her name), says to me softly, "I don't want to be alone tonight." I knew what she meant and said I'd ask our hosts if we could bunk over in the living room. They seemed to understand and said O.K. and provided us with sheets, a blanket and pillows. After they went to bed, "Deb" and I got busy and made love right there in the living room. She had beautiful breasts and a willing pussy. I don't know how we did it without both of us screaming our lungs out. Next morning, we picked up things and left our hosts a thank you note.