Encounter With Sandra
written by:
Reltney McFee

"Encounter with Sandra"

Sandra and I had worked together for a year or more. She was cute, smart, and quick witted. I was particularly taken with her smile, savoring every opportunity to have it directed at me.

One morning, she arrived at work appearing subdued and withdrawn. When I asked why, she took me into an empty office, closed the door, and turned to me. "I've broken up with Jeremy. He always seemed to have more important things to do than spend time with me. He couldn't seem to remember my birthday, or our anniversary, and he never did the little things that make a girl's heart skip a beat, like text me that he missed me, or call to make sure I got home safely from work. Other than the sex, there was nothing there. I don't need to put myself in a position of expecting certain things, and not getting them, simply to have sex. I ended it."

"Sandra, I'm so sorry. You're a great woman, and you certainly deserve a guy who will appreciate you. I wish there was something I could do."

"Bob, thank you. You are one of the good guys. You always look me in the eyes, I never feel like you are checking me out, you respect my mind and value my opinion: all that means a lot to me." Pausing, she took my hand. "Thank you for listening. There's nothing you can do, but I appreciate you being a friend, and not sniffing around like you were trying to get me into a compromising situation. Thanks. That tells me a lot about you." With that, we parted to start our day.

Of course, I had been checking her out. She was nearly 20 years younger than me, short, slim and pretty. The scrubs we wore did not display her figure to best advantage, but her modest tits were noticeable, as was her nicely curved, firm bottom. She wore her shoulder length light brown hair pulled back, and held off her neck. When she smiled or laughed, her eyes sparkled. With our age difference (and my general rule to not fish in the company pond), my first take was that she was a woman I might admire from a distance, but that there would be no be no hanky-panky there.

Since I'm an older guy, I tried very hard to avoid obviously leering at her, but that certainly did not mean that occasional views were not etched into my memory. Occasionally, she would stoop to retrieve some reference book from her backpack, and I would be tantalized by a sliver of lightly tanned flesh as her top rode up. Other times, as she walked into a patient's room, I'd admire how her pants seemed tailored to the curves of her derriere. I studiously attempted to avoid obviously staring, but I certainly never knew if I was sufficiently discrete.

Our workday came to a conclusion. As one of our number was leaving to attend graduate school, a group of us gathered at a local bar to wish her well. I found myself seated next to Sandra, and, as the group of us nearly overwhelmed the large booth selected, we were seated hip-to-hip, much to my pleasure.

I savored the firm youthful thigh pressed against my own. From this angle, I could not admire her bosom without being obvious, so I visited with the other folks from work, glancing around the table as we chatted. Occasionally, my eyes would meet Sandra's. She favored me with a shy smile, and held my gaze. I wondered if she had "checked me out" herself, and if so, what she had thought of me.

I'm north of forty (by a considerable margin!), and so my back stiffens up from time to time. (decades of Nursing in ER will do that to you, I suppose). Crowded into the booth, my back started to tighten up, and I leaned back to stretch. Spreading my arms wide, I was behind my seatmates, including Sandra, as they leaned forward into their conversations. She noticed my movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to me.

"Aren't you a bit old to rely on that particular trick?", she asked, a smile upon her face.

"What trick?" I asked, puzzled.

"That old high school trick, where the boy pretends to stretch, so he can wrap his arm around the girl," she responded. As she spoke, she grasped my right hand, and drew it down, and around her own shoulder. She burrowed in closer, and held her head against my cheek, her shorter torso nestling against my own.

"You mean the one that is a prelude to hugging her close, and rubbing her shoulder, and trying to steal a kiss, hoping it might lead to something more?", I whispered into her ear.

She purred an answer. "Yep, and with a silly high school girl, who wasn't really sure what she wanted or how far she was willing to go, you might wind up getting teased with attractions you were not going to get to enjoy!"

I pondered that for a moment. "So that is why I stopped dating school girls, and became attracted to women! Thanks for clearing that little mystery up for me!" A bit louder, for our listeners, I noted, "Thanks for helping me stretch the crick out of my back. Couldn't have done it without you!"

She leaned slightly away, and replied, "Glad to help. Cozy as this is, I really had to move so you could stretch. All better now?"

I was starting to get erect, both from her closeness, her insinuations, and her scent. I have always enjoyed the scent of a willing woman, Sandra was no exception. I replied, under my breath, "Most of me is. Some of me is getting kind of knotted up now."

Softly, she promised, "Let's see what we can do about that in a little while."

I disengaged my hand from her shoulder, and returned to the group. I dropped one hand into my lap, and slid it over into her lap. I squeezed her knee, and murmured, "That sounds promising. Let's talk about it later."

I withdrew my hand, hers followed, and she traced a line up my thigh, nearly to my hardening cock, and whispered, "Indeed. We will talk later." She withdrew her hand, and turned again to the conversation our workmates were having.

Soon, it began to be time for me to get home, and begin thinking about dinner. I began to stir, and say my farewells, when Sandra spoke up.

"I've had a bit to drink. Bob, would you drop me off at home, please? I'm not far out of your way."

"Sure, glad to. You ready to go?"

"Yep, let me stop at the bathroom, and we're off!"

I waited inside the door to the bar, and admired her as she walked toward me. Her hair swung becomingly as she walked, her breasts now moving beneath her top. We stepped outside as I held the door for her, and she took my hand.

"Ready?", she asked.

"For what?"

"For a walk along the river, as a start. It seems that I haven't had as much to drink, as I had thought."

"With a pretty young woman? You betcha! Let's go!"

We parked at the boat ramp the city maintains, and set off into the park adjacent. The sun was beginning to set this summer evening, and the air was cool and energizing with a light breeze. We padded along the pathway, holding hands and listening to the sounds of the evening. We came to a grassy clearing in the twilight, and she tugged me along to the edge of the trees beyond it. Settling onto her heels, she drew me down onto the grass beside her.

"Bob, I have a question for you. Will you answer me honestly?"

"I'll be honest, or not answer at all."

"OK. Do you like me?"

"Yep"

"Do you find me attractive?"

"What do you mean? Of course you're attractive. You're pretty, smart, lively, and generally everything a guy could want in a woman."

"Am I fuckable?"

"What does that mean?"

"Would you fuck me?"

"Here? Now?" (I'll admit, sometimes I'm not as quick on the uptake as I might like to think. This was one of those times.)

"No, silly! When I have romance in the outdoors, it needs to be more isolated than a city park. I mean, if we were alone somewhere private, and you had the opportunity, would you fuck me?"

"Really? Are you serious? I cannot think any guy would turn down the opportunity to make time with you!"

"I don't mean 'make time', I mean fuck. Surely you have fucked a girl before, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess I have."

"So, are you one of those guys who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to fuck me?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am. Why are you asking me this? A hot girl like you can't possibly have any trouble finding a lover, can you?"

"I'm not looking for a lover. I'm looking for a buddy to scratch my itch. You know about Jeremy, I think I'm over dating for a while. I think I want to try something without the entanglements. You are a nice guy, you are a grown up, and I like you. Wanna scratch my itch?"

This required only a moment of thought. "Yep. What particularly do you have in mind?"

"Let's go home. I have something at my apartment I want to show you."

Remember that slow thing? Yep, I got slow again. "Huh? What do you want to show me at your apartment?"

"Me."

With that, she rose to her feet, and, taking my hand, drew me to my feet beside her. She pressed that hand against her braless breast. I slid my hand down, and returned beneath her top, tantalizing the prominent nipple standing erect. She sighed, and murmured, "I knew you would know how to handle a woman." Laying her hand over mine, she pressed my grasp more solidly into her breast. She sighed, again I explored her nipple. A couple of seconds passed, and she turned to me, standing close, her face in my shoulder.

"Let's go. That thing I want to show you, it's getting hot, and I don't want it to boil over prematurely."

I inhaled her hair's scent. "If you think that's best."

She drew back, and met my gaze. "Oh, yes, I really do think that is best. Now. Now is good."

We returned to my car, holding hands and walking closely. I settled her into the passenger seat, closed her door, and seated myself. As I secured my seatbelt, I glanced at Sandra. I was surprised to see that she had loosened the tie holding her wrap-around scrub top closed. She grinned at me, pinched an erect nipple, and primly observed, "You ought to see what you have done to me, as well as get a preview of the goods. Might motivate you to get me home quickly."

Putting the car in gear, I noted, "Right you are! On the way!". She provided direction, and held her top closed at each stop light, allowing it to gape while we moved. It occurred to me that driving distracted in this manner could not end well, but I persevered as best I could, until she directed me into a parking place, and, digging in her purse for her keys, announced, "Here we are!"

I followed her into her apartment. She turned on a light, banishing the darkness, and gestured for me to follow her. She stopped next to her bed, and shrugged her uniform top off her shoulders. Having revealed her braless B cup breasts, she acknowledged my admiring gaze with a grin, and untied her scrub pants. With a wriggle of her hips she skinned them and her panties off, and her shaven sex came into view. With another grin, she slid onto the bed and, laying her head upon her crooked arm, she beckoned me to join her.

This was nearly the last thing I had ever expected. I certainly had admired her from a distance, and, typical of any man, had contemplated what a tryst with her might be like. But, nothing in my life had prepared me for a fantastic woman, quick witted, sweet, and cute, nakedly direct me to disrobe and join her in her bed, no preliminary interplay or drama at all. I stripped speedily, my erection wobblingly pointing the way to her side.

She scooted over, providing me room to join her, and reached for me once I had settled. She drew me close, and I met her lips for a kiss. Chaste at first, then her probing tongue entered my mouth and we explored each other for a while, my hands caressing her breasts as hers roamed my chest and back. We drew apart, eventually, and she gazed at me through dilated pupils. "Yep, this is good. I can see that my itch is going to get very scratched. Ooohhh! Just like that!" (this in response to my squeezing and gently twisting her nipple).

Pushing me over onto my back, she straddled me. I sank into her eyes, and she favored me with a heavy lidded smile. My steely erection was crushed beneath her puffy labia, and she began to slowly roll her hips forward and back, coating my aching prong in her dew. Her hands found my chest, and she leaned forward a bit, accelerating the pace of her labial caress. This, of course, pressed her clitoris more firmly onto my hardness, and she responded.

Sucking in a deep breath, she whispered to me, "Yessss! You certainly are big and hard for me! Did I do all that to you?"

Now, I'm not porn-star material by any (ahem) stretch of my imagination, but my size likely is pretty average. The rocklike nature of my present tumescence, well, that was in considerable measure due to the cute young woman purring as she rubbed her feminine wiles all over my tool, drenching me in her arousal. Something like that is pretty contagious, and you can catch it pretty easily, if you are not careful. I was not being at all careful, and I had without question contracted my own lust from her.

Of course, I struggled to collect enough blood north of my collarbones to form words. "Yep, you got me all this hard. You got me all this throbbing. You got me all this hot for you. I hope you are are proud of yourself!"

"Yep. Very."

She dove in again for another wet probing kiss, and then began to roll onto her back, pulling me between her outstretched knees. Reaching for me, she drew my throbbing length towards her center, and nudged her wetness with my hardness. She sucked in a breath, and abruptly raised her pelvis, engulfing me. I noticed an overwhelming sensation of warm, moist, snugness, and for a time that became my entire consciousness. Once I again became aware of anything not wrapped tightly around my tool, I realized that, first, I had not drawn a breath for several seconds, and, second, that Sandra was panting and whining beneath me.

I began to stroke into and out of her sheath, spreading more of her hot oils all over my prong. She wrapped her arms more tightly around me, panting her arousal into my ear. I savored the dual pleasures of being immersed within her, and her hard prominent nipples driving into my own chest. I reached beneath her shoulders, pulling her down the length of my cock.

She responded by pulling me ever harder into her embrace, her breathing more rapid into my ear. Lost in my reciprocation, my consciousness centered upon the seeking woman beneath me, accepting my length, and spurring me on to greater efforts.

Long about the time I became aware of my own impending climax, she began to whine and shrill her looming release. Her canal began to ripple as if to draw me entirely inside her, and her hips accelerated her fucking back onto my length. The tingling at the base of my spine overwhelmed me, and I drove as deeply within her as I could, as if to probe into her very core. Trembling, I erupted within her, pouring my essence by the pint into her clutching depths. Sandra's moans became shrieks, as she pounded my back in her release. Our releases mixed, filled her to overflowing, and began to trickle from her sex. I fell, boneless, upon her, and labored to breathe deeply enough to catch up on my oxygen deficit.

Sandra's shrieks faded to moans, her peak past, and she kissed my ear, licked my neck, and whimpered each time a post climactic tremor passed through her. I delighted in her pleasure, and my weary johnson flexed each time her pussy fluttered over me. Moments passed, and I realized that my weight resting upon her chest might make it difficult for her to breathe properly, as delightful as it was to feel her breasts crushed beneath me. I rolled to the side, disengaging my cock from her warmth. She turned to face me, snuggling in.

My breathing had nearly returned to normal, my heart had almost stopped pounding when I felt her hands trail slowly down my chest. She began to toy with my wilted noodle, tracing with her finger the groove behind the head. I lazily caressed her flanks, and eased my way closer to her buttocks. I began to fondle her there, and savor the soft firmness that was her derriere.

Reaching up to me with her lips, we kissed, softly at first, and then with increasingly probing intensity. She broke our connection, and whispered, "That was very nice. You're oozing out of me! Think you are able to give me a second show?"

"I'm not in my 20s any more. I'm certainly interested, but we'll simply have to see what opportunities pop up for a second go around."

She gazed at me, levelly, for a moment, and then observed, "I'll just have to see what I can do about that. Tell me how you think our chances are, once you see how persuasive I can be."

She slowly trailed kisses down my chest, my abdomen, until she was face to face with my penis. Her cool fingers hefted it, turned it back and forth, and she pronounced, "Looks like a bit of resuscitation is needed here!"

She kissed the tip, trailing kisses down the length, and returned. Taking my organ into her mouth, her tongue laved the head, and she sank down my length entirely, sweeping her ever moving tongue about. I felt the blood begin to return to my organ, and she drew her head off me with a "pop".

"Hmmm. Seems like there's life in the old guy, yet! Time to see how much life, and how hard it will be to get him to play some more!"

Returning my chubby to her mouth, she began to stroke me in and out. I rested my hands upon her head, savoring the increasing tumescence she was eliciting. As my arousal increased, I reached down her back and began to attempt to reach her pussy with my caress. My questing fingertips reached her anus more than her quim. I toyed there, stroking and caressing, trying to return the pleasure she was giving me.

Sandra pushed herself back and her anus began to engulf my questing digit. She moaned around my joystick, holding me deep in her throat, and undulated her hips. This worked my finger deeper into her channel. I felt my hand moistened as her liquor flowed. She drew off me, her voice throaty.

"Oh you naughty man! You've discovered my favorite perversion! I think you and I will explore some paths (as she wriggled her hips) I had not expected!"

She returned to attempting to drive me entirely into her throat. I continued fingering her ass. Her moans provided a considerable enhancement to the delectable blowjob she was providing. I felt myself achieve maximum hardness, and begin my ascent to release.

"Sandra, if you continue, you will get everything I have left, right in your mouth! You are driving me over the brink!"

Grinning, she raised from her labors, and pantingly informed me , "If I get this right, I'll leave you close enough you'll be able to walk there! I expect you'll pull me over with you!"

"Honey, I'm getting close enough, we're gonna have to start looking for a parking place! If you continue, that decision will get made for you."

"As if you have any input, fella! I already know where you are gonna park: in my tummy!" She descended again along the full length of my arousal, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She held me there, in her depths, as her tongue teased me. I increased my exploration of her butt, and she began to stroke me off with her mouth and tongue. Her eyes smiled at me as I threw my head to and fro with the strength of the delights she was providing. Catching my gaze, she broadly winked at me, as if to say 'You ain't seen nothing yet!', and began to swallow around my glans, alternating this with the tongue lashing she had been giving me.

It finished me. I drove my finger to the knuckle into her fundament, my spine vapor locking. I exploded. My every atom poured out of my tingling spout and into her gullet. She gulped me down and, when my shower of semen ended, pulled me from her mouth. She made a show of searching with her tongue for stray flecks of my emission, and swallowed. Disengaging my finger from her tightness, she settled at my side.

"That was the most enjoyable blowjob I have given in quite some time. If you can get organized for another go round, we may be able to share my favorite variation. You've got me as hot as a Phoenix sidewalk in August!"

"Hell, yes, I'm up for another round! It may take me a bit to show proper enthusiasm for this project, but whatever you're up for, count me in! While I may have come here to scratch your itch, you certainly have pleased me like I haven't been pleased in a while!"

Sandra snuggled in next to me, almost purring.

I dozed off. Evidently, Sandra did as well. I gradually became aware of a warm soft presence next to me, and I lazily stroked it. The presence softly moaned encouragement. I became more aware, and noted a breast beneath my questing hand. Sleep crept away from me, and I recalled how I came to be here. Soft hair tickled me, warm breath on my chest told me the woman with me was relaxed and asleep, or nearly so. Or, perhaps not so asleep: her hand began a journey of its own, and found my morning erection, grasping my hardness, testing my length. I murmured encouragement of my own, and turned to her in the darkness. She began to stroke me, and turned her face up to mine, meeting me in a kiss.

"About time you woke up! I was beginning to worry that I had completely worn your old self out!"

"Nearly so", I replied, "but you seem to have persuasive powers that are more than up to the task. I hope I didn't wake you. I'd be a poor guest to respond to your outstanding hospitality by depriving you of sleep!"

"Nope!", she brightly replied, "I dozed for a while, and then I was hoping you would wake up ready for our final rodeo. I was laying here, imagining you doing horrible things to me, and how much I'd enjoy them! You interested in misusing a poor, defenseless girl?"

"Probably. What sort of misuse did you have in mind?"

"Well, you've had my puss, thank you very much, and you had my mouth..""and, thank YOU very much!", I interjected. She grinned, and continued, "But you haven't had my ass, and it has been too long since some nice guy has fucked my ass. I want you to be that guy! Just, don't be too nice about it. Sometimes, a girl likes her guy to be just a little rough and demanding!"

I grasped her hair, and drew her to my re-awakening prick. She opened her mouth, breathed on my head, and giggled, murmuring "Yep, just a little demanding!"

She slid down the bed, landing between my legs, gazing up at me. I clutched her head again, drawing her closer to my throbbing tool.

She swallowed the length of my unit, as I guided her descent. I held her there, listening to her breathe around my lengthening hardness, before I drew her nearly off the end. I drew her again down my length, and again held her with my glans throbbingly reaching for her throat. She regarded me from laughing eyes, and then swallowed around me. I impaled her an additional millimeter, and shuddered with pleasure. She drew her hands together, behind her back, and calmly laved my shaft with her tongue. This was altogether too wonderful for mere words to describe!

I released her hair, she slowly withdrew herself from me, and gazed at me for a moment. "I never saw this in you, before. You always seemed so gentle and kind. I don't know that I'd really enjoy a steady diet of this sort, but every once in a while, I kinda like it."

I grasped her left breast, and, firming my grip, drew her to me. I placed my lips next to her ear, and whispered, "I kinda like it, myself. Every so often, I want a hot woman, who simply does what I tell her. When we both want to play sort of rough, at the same time, I think it can be very entertaining. Now, lay down, and let me at you. I want to get better acquainted with your puss!"

She reclined, breathing more rapidly, and her legs opened as the petals of a sunflower. I knee-walked my way up to her, prodding her center with my hardness. She sucked in a breath, and lowered her eyelids, grinning at me. "You want to ravage my poor little puss all over again? Is that how you mistreat innocent girls?"

"Kinda," I replied, "but not quite how you think!" I grasped her knees, drew them upward, throwing her onto her back in the process, and lowered my face to her box. I drew one long slow lap of her puss, and then returned for another tour of her delights. Her hands stroked my head, striving to gain a grasp of my short cut grey hair. Me, I was exploring the petals of her pussy, lapping, sucking, tonguing, and generally doing my best to make her shiver. If the flow of her nectar was any indication, I wasn't doing poorly at all!

Finally, Sandra wrestled me free of her sex, and drew me up for a deep, frenzied, energized kiss. She broke free, and held me face to face. "You seemed to really enjoy that! I haven't had a licking like that in a very long time. This fuck buddy thing is beginning to seem like it may be the best idea I've had in quite some time!" She kissed me all over again, and, brother, I knew I had been kissed! "I want you in my ass. I really, really want you in my ass! The lube is in my nightstand."

She released me, and rolled to her hands and knees. I retrieved the jell, and stepped to the bathroom. I ran the hot water, and warmed the lubricant, and grabbed a towel as well.

I returned, and she greeted me, puzzlement on her face. "You change your mind?"

"Nope, I'd have to be an idiot to pass up this sort of offer, from a hot woman like you. Just warmed up the jelly.Hot as you are, cold goo would be a distraction."

She wriggled her ass my way, and cooed: "You make a girl feel appreciated! Grease me up, and use me!"

I spread some on my fingers, and introduced first one, then two into her seat. Initially there was some resistance, but I pressed my fingers home, and she relaxed to admit my intrusion. I added another finger, then withdrew, wiping my fingers on my schlong. Placing my cockhead at her brown flower, I steadily pressed home, until I was seated fully within her. She breathed deeply a few times, and said, "You certainly take what you want, once you make up your mind! I'd forgotten how big a cock feels, in my ass! Slowly, slowly!"

I grasped her hips, and drew her off of my cock. She hissed, and I reversed myself, drawing her down my length again. I bottomed out, and flexed my hardness within her a couple of times. Releasing her hips, I grasped her wrists, crossing them in the small of her back, and held them there, using her restrained hands to guide her along my dick. Sandra squirmed as we fucked, rolling her hands together within my hands' restraining grasp. She began to murmur "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me..." in synch with my balls deep thrusts, spearing my length into her colon. I took it all in, her perfect ass, my dick being massaged by the tightest fuck I had ever had, her filthy cheerleading, my iron like unit spreading her secret place. Yep, I pretty much was in the waiting room for Valhalla.

Minutes passed, and I loved every second of them. Sandra continued to fuck back into me, meeting my thrusts, and I felt my spine begin to tingle, leading down the slope that would pour me into her depths. Sandra noticed the change in my tempo, and correctly identified its source.

"Fuck me harder, Bob! Pound my asshole! I want you to pour your stuff up my ass! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Harder! Fill me up! Cum in my ass! Give me your cream! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck Me!!"

Right around that time, I granted her her wish, as my tingling semen spout erupted in her depths. I could feel my tool throbbing with my release, swelling against the python like contraction of her anus as she met my climax with her own. We grunted together as each drained fluids into or onto the other, lost in the intensity of our pleasure.

Drained, I eventually released her hands, and collapsed upon her sweaty back. Sandra, not particularly better off than I, unfolded onto the bed, and my javelin withdrew from her butt with that motion. We lay there, boneless, for a moment, until it occurred to me that my weight might make it difficult for her to breathe. I rolled to my right, and nestled into her, my left arm drawing her close.

Sandra was the first of us to be able to move. She turned her head to face me, shuffled so her right arm wasn't trapped beneath me, and caressed my face as she gazed levelly into my eyes.

"Ya know, for a fuck buddy, you certainly have taken care of business tonight. My itch was scratched as thoroughly as I can recall. You may find yourself on call for a repeat performance."