I posted my story on here a while ago about how I met a couple who wanted a voyeur, to watch them making love, and I thought this had helped me to overcome my shyness in talking to women. They had tried to take me further than I had planned, the wife wanted her husband to bugger me, which I was not prepared for, so I made my excuses and left. To recap, I am aged 32, well educated, with a professional job, but I have always felt awkward talking to women, possibly because my parents always regarded sex as a taboo subject. I hoped that, watching this couple make love while I masturbated myself (and they watched me), would give me greater confidence in the future. I had chatted to a lady at work during lunchtimes a few times, and found her quite pleasant. A week or so after the last time I saw the couple, I had the opportunity to speak to her again, and I suggested we get a sandwich from the canteen, sitting in the park opposite as it was a lovely summer’s day. I chatted to Sarah quite happily for nearly an hour, before we realised it was time to be back at work. She told me she was 41 years of age, married with no children, she didn’t want children as she enjoyed her job at the pharmaceutical lab too much. I found her quite attractive, 5’ 7” tall, similar height to me and fairly slim. She said she went to the gym a couple of times a week, and she had smallish breasts, which I quite like. As we walked back to the lab, she said her colleagues would be surprised she had been chatted up by ‘the mouse’. Apparently, I am known to some of the women at work as ‘the mouse’ because I find it difficult to talk to women sometimes, and then she said “don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone”. We met again the following lunchtime, and I told Sarah that I had been doing some ‘self-improvement’ training, and I hoped to become the ‘mouse that roared’, which she found quite amusing. We chatted about everything under the sun, experiences at university, what it was like to work at the pharmaceutical lab, family, she said her husband could be a bit overbearing at times, but they had been married for over 10 years, so there it was. I told her about my childhood, and how my parent’s attitude to sex had possibly created ‘the mouse’ I had become. I said afterwards I thought I had said too much about my childhood, but she assured me she would say nothing to anybody, ever. She said she enjoyed my company too much to betray a confidence. I said “oh that’s nice, I enjoy your company too”. We carried on meeting, perhaps once or twice a week at lunchtime, and became good friends. I thought I had overcome my ‘mouse’ mentality well and truly. One day, Sarah asked if I fancied a drink one evening the following week. She said her husband was away all week on business, and he was quite used to her going out for a drink with her female friends anyway. We arranged to meet at a country pub in between where we lived, although it occurred to me later that it meant we both had to stay on the soft stuff. It was nice chatting away from work, without the feeling that we both had to be back in less than an hour. The discussion became a bit more ‘intimate’, she told me that her husband had tried to persuade her to get involved in swinging, but it had been a bit of a disaster. He wanted to have a threesome with another guy, but her husband insisted on choosing the man himself and Sarah didn’t fancy him. Her husband still wanted to arrange something, but Sarah had managed to put him off it so far. I don’t know why I decided to mention it, perhaps because Sarah had been so open about their sex life, but I told her about meeting James and Helen. I told her how being a voyeur to them had been part of my ‘self-improvement’ plans, and it seemed to have worked as I was now having a drink with her and talking quite freely. Sarah asked why I was not seeing them still and I said it doesn’t work out always. She said “so how many women have you been to bed with” ………… after a long pause, I decided to be honest and said “well none actually, I’m a virgin”. There was then a long pause while she looked me up and down, I assumed trying to size up whether I was lying. Then she said “do you want to go to bed with me …… I’m really gagging for it”. Not much more was said, we left the pub leaving half our drinks behind, I gave her a note of my address in case we became separated, but she was right on my bumper all the way. As we went upstairs in the lift, she said “just a few ground rules …… no condoms, I hate the things …… no anal, not yet anyway …… I just want you to fuck me”. When we got inside the door of my flat, we just started grabbing each other, tearing clothes off, kissing and wanting each other’s bodies. By the time we got to the bedroom, we were pretty much naked, her knickers and my boxers were the last things to come off and we fell onto the bed together. Apart from Helen sucking my cock, this was the first female body I had held, and it felt wonderful! I kissed her and her lips seemed to melt into mine, I sucked her nipples until she was panting with passion, I went down on her - this was where I had to guess what I was supposed to do as I hadn’t had a close-up view of what James did to Helen, but I think I got it right as Sarah was now orgasming noisily. As I crawled up, she had her mouth open and seemed to be holding her breath. As I lined my cock up on her pussy, she was exhaling slowly and it felt just so erotic. I wasn’t sure whether I should just thrust into her, or whether this might be painful for her, so I opted to enter her gently. I felt virtually no resistance from her pussy, her eyes and mouth were wide open, and she seemed to be holding her breath. I sensed that I was almost all the way in, when she grabbed hold of my buttocks and pulled me firmly. I looked at her face and she was smiling, she said “now fuck me”. It felt amazing to be inside a woman at long last. The experience of being sucked off by Helen seemed to have given me the skill to control my ardour, similar to when I masturbated. Sarah had wrapped her legs behind my back, and was pulling me into her deeper with each thrust, all the time gasping and telling me to “fuck me …… that’s it, harder …… make me cum …… aargh …… argh …… AARGH”. She seemed to be having one long orgasm, so I was content to continue controlling my own climax, but she then progressed to shouting “cum in me …… cum in me …… I want you to cum in me”. Not surprisingly, I decided to let go, I started to fuck her more vigorously, to which she responded “that’s it, cum in me”. I think Sarah realised I was about to cum, as she grabbed hold of my shoulders and buried her face in my shoulders to smother her scream, as I emptied my sperm into her. It was wonderful, my first time inside a woman, and I seemed to have super-human strength as I pumped away in her. As our passion subsided, I rolled off onto me back and we both laid there panting and recovering our breath. Sarah said “wow, that was special. I thought you said you were a virgin”. I assured her that I was, or at least had been, but I was pleased to have “broken my duck”, to which she laughed. I said that perhaps I had found all the right reading material. I said that one of the things I had read was that, when a gentleman makes a mess, it was his duty to clean it up. I rolled Sarah onto her back and pushed her knees apart, she started to say “oh no, oh no, oh no”, but this quickly changed to “oh yessss” when I found her pussy with my tongue. I felt her whole body relax as I began scooping out my sperm from her with my tongue, and she raised her knees to give me easier access. I have, of course, tasted my own sperm several times, it becomes obligatory when all you have is masturbating, but this was the first time I had tasted sperm mixed with Sarah’s vaginal juices, and I must say I liked it. Needless to say, Sarah orgasmed massively, shouting out expletives and eventually locking her thighs around my head. I couldn’t hear what she was saying although she was clearly enjoying it. Her orgasm seemed to be subsiding, so I rolled over onto my back, I thought that would be it for her after all that noise. Far from it, she rolled over to sit astride me and said “I want you inside me again”. She raised her hips and, grasping my cock which amazingly was still quite stiff, placed it between the lips of her pussy. She then lowered herself onto my cock with a big smile on her face. She then proceeded to fuck me, rolling her hips back and forward to grind her clitoris against the base of my cock. I found that I could occasionally withdraw my cock slightly and then vigorously thrust it back into her, which made her gasp each time. She held herself upright, so I could grasp her delightful tits, twisting the nipples between my fingers. She began rubbing her clitoris with one hand, so I moved her hand away and took over, grasping her clit between my fingers. Again, she seemed to be having one long orgasm. I felt the sap rising again, and I think she realised it too as her face took on a look of anticipation. I decided I would try to ensure she continued orgasming during my climax, so I grasped her clit firmly between my fingers as I thrust my hips up into her. It was ‘earth shattering’ for both of us! We were both exhausted, spent, knackered …… totally fucked! We both drifted off to sleep. I awoke at about 3.00 am to find Sarah gone, she had left me a note saying ‘thank you, it was wonderful, still don’t believe you were a virgin. I need to go home for some fresh attire, see you at work later’. In the event, the weather the following day was very wet, so we couldn’t go over to the park at lunchtime, and the rain continued virtually all day. She texted me that evening to say ‘thanks for a great evening yesterday, perhaps we can talk at work when it is convenient’. It occurred to me that it sounded rather formal, but I assumed it was in case her husband saw the text on her phone. When we got the chance to meet in the park one day the following week, Sarah said she felt she had cheated on her husband because she had done it behind his back, and had decided she was not going to tell him. She had decided, therefore, that she could not do it again …… but it had been the best sex she had had in years, possibly ever! So, I had broken my duck, I was no longer a virgin, and I felt so much more confident talking to women. I chatted up several women at work, and they seemed surprised at the change in me. As I said in the beginning, I am average in every respect, so I doubt that I will ever be a ‘super-stud’ but I hope that some attractive lady (with small boobs) might take a fancy to me sometime.