One of the Sunday colour supplements recently had a front cover photo of a well known female cyclist and her husband. She was wearing a short skirt which showed off her gorgeous, but clearly very muscular, legs - particularly her thighs. This reminded me of a brief relationship I had in my 20s with a lady hockey player who was built along similar lines - strong muscular thighs and big arse in the days (40 years ago) before the current craze for bubble butts. I met her by, quite literally, bumping into her in our local pub when she was on a night out with the rest of her team. We both smiled and apologised to each other and then got chatting - next thing I'm buying her a drink and things went from there. All my pals told me I was wasting my time as she was clearly into other ladies with her muscular build, cropped blonde hair and smallish boobs. I ignored them because, quite honestly, I found her a lot of fun to chat to and we were having a good evening. Nothing happened that evening as we went our separate ways, but we did agree to meet up again for a drink later in the week - game on?

For the next meeting she wore a mid length peasant skirt with boots and a tight fitting blouse and looked absolutely stunning - and I told her so. I also told her that everyone assumed that she was a lesbian, at which she just chuckled and told me that she was just greedy and liked to swing both ways! I very nearly came in my pants there and then, but it at least set the tone for the rest of the evening which became more and more flirtatious. I drove her home (we tended not to be overly concerned with the drink/drive laws back then), but got no further than a serious snogging session and external grope in the confines of the car - no invite in for "coffee" being forthcoming. I did, however, take a chance and ask her if she would wear a short skirt and heels the next time we met - to which she said - so you think there's going to be a next time then?! 

Of course there was and, as requested, when I picked her up she was wearing a short tight skirt and not much more than a boob tube, with very clearly no bra underneath as her nipples were sticking out like hat pegs. I was transfixed, until she sat down in the car and her skirt rode up so far I could actually see the white, lacy, pants that she was wearing. The atmosphere crackled with sexual tension all evening and I was the male equivalent of a bitch on heat. I had an erection all evening and in the end had to tell her that unless something happened later there was a good chance I'd explode - to which she said that I'd just have to be a good boy then and see what happened.

What happened was that she agreed to come back to my flat and as soon as we were inside the door we were all over each other. The boob tube was pulled down to her waist in seconds and before we fell on the settee I had one of her nipples in my mouth as she fell back, groaning. Of course as she did so her skirt rode up and gave me a glorious view of her panties with a few stray hairs peeking round the sides - very few women were fully shaved down there back then - and I still prefer a bit of a bush. I wasted no time in working my way down her body until I was peeling away those panties and breathing in her strong musky smell - don't you just love that moment when a lady lifts her hips to help you take them off and you know there's no turning back.

I wasted no time in diving head first into her cunt. She had glorious flaps that I pushed aside with my tongue before gradually licking up to her clit. I kept repeating this move over and over as her life opened up to me more and more and her groans got louder. She had her hand on the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her. Then she wrapped those thighs around my head and I struggled for breath as she pulled me in tight to her cunt. I've always loved giving a good tongue lashing, but this really was something else. Her scent was so strong and there were juices flooding everywhere and I almost needed to strap myself in for the ride as she bucked her hips, all the while forcing my face deeper into her cunt and those legs blocking any escape - not that I wanted to! Clearly she wasn't going to last long at this rate and as I nibbled on her clit she arched her back, thrust her mound up at me and cried out fuck, fuck, fuck as she came with even more juices gushing out of her. I moved back as much as she would let me and looked down at the most fantastic sight of her wide open cunt, glistening and twitching as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

Before long she let out a little sort of growl and just pounced on me to rip my clothes off and get at my cock - she wouldn't let me help at all, she insisted on doing it all herself. She also somehow lost her skirt and boob tube before sitting me on the settee and turning round to impale herself on my rock hard cock. She then lay back against me so that I could play with her boobs as she slowly started to gyrate her hips around me. This went on for quite a while before she started to ease herself up and down, gradually building up her speed until she was bouncing up and down on me. I tried to meet her, but she was so strong that in the end I gave up and just let her get on with it - she was effectively just using me to fuck herself and loving every minute of it. I warned her I was coming but that just made her go even faster until I could hold back no longer and spurted shot after shot of spunk deep inside her.

She had still not come for a second time as yet, so slid off me my cock and demanded that I finish her off. I must have looked a bit confused for a moment because she just grabbed my head and thrust my face down to her cunt. I had never done this before and, to be honest, wasn't sure that I was that keen on licking up my spunk as well as her juices but was I was hardly able to argue with her and down I went. It was magnificent, I was covered in all sorts of stuff, but the aroma was amazing and the moment my tongue hit her clit it was like hitting the starter button on a threshing machine as she just went berserk. Again those glorious thighs wrapped themselves around my head and I clung on for dear life as my tongue and fingers went to work. It didn't take long before she screamed and was shuddering to another orgasm and covering me in yet more juices. 

Eventually she let go of me and I was able to come up for air and fall back alongside her. God I needed that she said, it's been too long. How long I enquired - nearly a week! Hang on, I thought, I've been seeing you for more than a week, so who has been servicing you when you wouldn't let me? It then came out that she was actually living with someone. Everyone thought they were just flatmates, which they had been to start with, but latterly they had started to sleep with each other. The reason she'd not had it for a week was because her girlfriend had found out she'd been seeing me and was not happy about it - of course that just meant it was my lucky night. We talked about where we would go from ere and it became clear that, certainly at that time in her life, she had a preference for the ladies and I was to be content with being her "bit on the side". This arrangement continued for a few weeks, but then I well and truly put my foot in it and she eded things. You can probably guess that I asked whether we could have a threesome and that just convinced her that all men are shallow bastards who are only interested in one thing - no idea what that thought could have come from! The upshot was that we decided things were a bit too complicated and that was that. She moved away a year or two later and I have no idea what happened to her after that. I will never forget those brief moments of heaven between her thighs as I lapped up her juices and to this day I am at my happiest with my head between a lady's thighs!