We met on the internet in some sleazy chatroom that afternoon we had just seemed to click. We decided to meet each other in a small coffee shop in the heart of the city.

Wendy was what she called herself and she was of average height with milky white skin and stoney blue eyes. Her hair was an unnatural shade of red in a short bob with Betty Paige bangs. It flaired out to the sides a bit in a sexy intentionally-unkempt manner. She had a deep voice and full lips. The conversation skimmed many topics that evening. We had both finished our drinks and still were enjoying the conversation. She suggested we go to her apartment to further the discussion. It would be more private and more comfortable; the seats in the coffee shop were not designed to encourage people to stay for long periods of time.She lived close by, she told me. We exited the cafe and casually made our way down the darkening side walk. We came upon an older brick building and she stopped. It was hers she told me. We climbed up four flights of stairs and came to a dark metal door. She unlocked it and we went in. Her place was slightly dark and very elegant. The color scheme was dark and many of the fabrics were velvety. Her couch was an interesting modern style; it was assymetrical. There were paintings on the wall, many lewd, all suggestive. She asked me if I wanted a drink and started pouring me one before I could get a reply out. She handed me a heavy glass filled with chilled, bubbling, amber champagne. I took a sip as she poured herself a glass. She sat down next to me on the plush sofa. She smelled sweet. I was a little nervous, and as a result, I wasn't talking much. Maybe the drink would loosen me up some...Without warning, she reached out and put her hand on my cheek. She looked directly in my eyes and asked me if I wanted to have sex with her. While the thought had crossed my mind many times that night, I didn't exactly expect such a blunt invitation. I didn't know what to say and wasn't given much of a chance to answer. Her hand had strayed from my face and was fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. She put down her glass and I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips eagerly parted. A slow, but forceful kiss ensued. The kiss continued as she unbuttoned my shirt. My lacy bra was exposed. She slipped the straps down one by one. The kisses began to wander down my neck; lingering on the spot that gave me goosebumps... They continued down to my now-bare breasts. Her tongue circled my nipple. My nipple became almost sharp with all the excitement. My hands were running through her glossy hair; the juices were running out of my swollen pussy. My breathe had sped to excited little huffs. She was now moving on from my other breast and her lips were making their way down my stomach. She took her time... I think she enjoyed watching me suffer. She quickly unbuttoned my skirt and before I could even anticipate it, her finger was in me, moving rhythmically. My body was quite happy! Her mouth worked its way down and she was teasing the edges of my lips with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue weasled its way in and was poking around my bud. She matched the speed of her tongue probing with the speed of her finger. It felt so good... The waves of pleasure started after only a few moments. She just continued what she was doing and I swear that orgasm lasted many minutes. It all felt like a dream. When she was done I felt almost dizzy, but I was very much looking forward to returning the favor...