I'm just a simple girl. I'm short at 5'2" in stocking feet, with long dirty blonde hair. I have a decent figure, wearing size 10-12 clothes. But I have something. I don't know what you'd call it, sex appeal? Maybe. I'm not unattractive but no raving beauty either. Men like me and some women too. I don't know what they see, I don't know what I do to turn them on but apparently I do, sometimes with just a look. Or a pout. Or a lick of my lips. I've had a lot of lovers, some for only one night but most have lasted over a year, until I got fed up and moved on. I've been looking, always looking for something. Trying to find that special someone who can give me what I need. Who can fix the ache in me. Then one night out of the blue I found him. Not a stranger, but someone I'd known for a couple of years. I looked at him across a table, into his eyes and my world fell apart. My stomach somersaulted, I'm sure if I'd been standing my legs would have given way. It was as if I'd never seen him before. I had to look away because in the couple of seconds we shared in that look he had made me his. You might laugh, I know it sounds ridiculous and I would never have believed it could happen to me until that night. Because of our circumstances it was impossible for us to be together then, but I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him and after a couple of agonizing weeks, when I could think of nothing else, we finally got our chance to be together. He took me to a party, it was packed full of people, I hardly knew anyone there and it was in full swing when we arrived. We got drinks and he found an easy chair in a corner of one of the rooms, he sat and pulled me onto his lap. I was afraid to look at him, not like me at all I must add. But I knew something was different with him. Of course I had to look at him, and when I did I was lost all over again, he pulled me close and kissed me. That's how we passed the night, kissing in that chair. I felt like a teenager again, full of lust. I'm not sure how long we were in that chair but when we got out of it, it was to leave. Into his car and back to my apartment. Once inside it was clothes off and down to business. I was thrilled when I saw the size of his cock, long and thick and very hard. But he was taking his time. He sucked my nipples and kissed my neck, slowly moving down my body. I was thrilled again when he kept on moving down and finally stopped at my pussy. Kissing all around my lips then licking then sucking. He knew exactly what to do to make me cum over and over again. I made him stop after I don't know how many orgasms because I needed to suck him now, but he wasn't having any of that. He opened my legs and lifted them onto his shoulders and guided his throbbing cock into me. It was so hot and hard and it filled me up so well. I was amazed at his staying power, then I realized that he had cum but had carried on fucking me as he hadn't really gone completely soft, then he just got hard again. He was like a sex machine. When he eventually tired he pulled out and I got to suck him, I could taste my juices and his mixed together and that just made me more horny, if that could be possible. I relished sucking his cock, I felt like my mouth was made only to suck him and I would do it as long as he wanted me to. After a while I could feel he was getting near to cumming and for the first time in my life I wanted to feel cum hitting the back of my throat, I wanted to taste it and enjoy it. I swallowed it all and licked his cock clean of every drop. We carried on like that until the sun was beginning to rise. We fell asleep exhausted with him still inside me, not wanting to break our connection. When we woke it was for more fucking and sucking until hunger made us stop. Another beautiful relationship in the making.