I Had My One Night, I Do Want Another

I was thirty seven with a good job and friends and family, but no lover. I am not what you think of as some hot number, I have always been a bit plump and ordinary. I started masturbating when I was very young and I am accomplished at it. But no one had ever touched any part of me, other than as a child, or for medical reasons. I was healthy, except for a bit too many pounds.

A man at work, in his fifties, lost his wife to cancer. He worked there, not in my department. But he came calling, and I felt he needed company. I started to have lunch with him, and then one evening we went out to a theatre production. My first date, his first theatre experience. At my apartment after the theatre I let him know that if he needed to, he could have sex with me. He said that wasn't his intention. I asked him to come with me and I showed him my treasure trove of dildos and conciliators and told him I had never experienced the real thing, would he change his mind.

A fat girl, not obese, and a man in his fifties. I laid back and opened my legs for him, and he stood at the foot of bed saying he was getting his bearings, his dick was hard and he got on me and it was so much better than 'Ralph' my favorite dildo. It wasn't the dick itself, although the dick itself was something, it was all the grabbing and twisting, and breathing on me. It was the feel of his hips between my thighs, it was the look in his eyes as he finished up with me.

Things I had read, things I had seen on porn sights, I was an avid reader and watcher. I asked him if I was good and he said I was a sight for sore eyes. I got around to fixing him a night cap and he sat around in his boxers. I got down on the carpet at knee height and played with his dick in his boxers. I slipped around and sucked on his dick head, I told him he could spend the night if he wanted. He fucked me again for no good reason, and I woke up beside a man for the first time.

Now to my readers. I was thirty seven and I had never touched a dick, much less sucked one. I had never had a man's hands on my tits. My pussy was virgin when it came to dicks and fingers. I had never cooked breakfast for a man. That was MY night.

It never repeated, so I hold it tight in my memory. He left feeling he had cheated on his wife. He left and he left me lonely. Our lunch dates ended, we never went back to the theatre. But I do have that one night, and all I can say is Thank You.