I owned a real estate agency at the time, owned my own house, and drove a sports car. Paul worked for his dad in the family owned jewelry store, he li...ed at home, and drove a seven year old Buick. Being a business woman, I was always dressed up, where he was a jeans and sweatshirt kind of guy. I like classical music, love stories, and golf. Paul was into hard rock, liked action films, and was a huge pro football fan. I am a small woman, and at that time, had shoulderd length auburn hair, 36D. My cock, still in my pants, is hard almost to the point of pain and feels like it is on fire as she rubs across the tip. She whispers between kisses.“I want your cock in me”I can only gasp with pleasure.“I don’t care where,” she goes on “or how, but I need you to fuck me with it.”She reaches down and unzips my pants and pulls my jocks over my cock so that it is in the open. I glance around to see whether anyone is watching. It’s the first time I have even entertained the prospect of fucking. I was breathing really hard as the intensity of being stretched so wide was over taking me. I can say he was definitely patient as he kept constant pressure and let my ass expand to his thickness. A little more of his weight and my ass finally gave way causing me to jump as his head finally slipped into me. He was looking right as me as he saw the pain and discomfort radiate through my body. “Hot” he mumbled, I love watching the faces of my bottoms.” He waited for a long minute, then he started. 5 mins. I refrained from taking more poppers until he was here. I took off the tit clamps and thumbed my tender swollen nips.I heard the throbbing sound of a diesel engine. He'd said he was in a 4x4. I took a quick look out through the blinds, saw what must be him parking in the close. My pulse quickened. My phone beeped. A text arrived. 'Here.' was all it said. I quickly replied. "Ready sir. Door unlocked." And hit send. I had already told him where I would be in the house.I took up position.