It was a few weeks after I took my new job, I was twenty one.  It was not a good job, but I was earning money. I had a small flat with hardly any money left for food and clothes. 

My floor boss took me to a pub after work. That is where I met Simon. He asked to sit at our table . Gilly said yes. I thought he was her friend,  but his eyes were on me. He was late twenties,  perhaps thirty, dressed in a suit, but no tie. He offered to buy us drinks. Gilly said yes, I said just one. Then he offered to buy us dinner

I hesitated, but Gilly agreed for both of us.

We went around the corner to a little restaurant. It was the best meal I had in weeks.

When Simon went to relieve himself Gilly told me. “He likes you, Lucy.”

“I think he does.”

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No.”

“If he asks you out, say yes. You could do worse.”

She was right, and some good meals would be nice. A few dates would not harm anyone.

He did ask me and I said yes.

When Simon arrived he had a package. I did not know where we were going, but even in my best dress I knew I would not fit in. Simon was wearing a bow tie.

“You look lovely,  but I have bought a dress for you that is more fitting for this restaurant.” He handed me the parcel.

I opened it, it was lovely,  a full length ballroom gown with shoes..

“Go and try it on.”

I came back.

“That's much better, but it is missing something,  turn around.”

He draped a necklace around my neck with stones in it. I have still not had it valued and he never told me.

All he said. “You look stunning, I'm almost afraid to take you, I may lose you to someone.”

“Don't worry, it will be you that takes me home.”

He did take me home after dinner, his home. I knew I was not going to leave without sex, and I thought I could grow to love him, but at that time I was not sure if I would allow him to have me because I liked him or because my life was getting exciting. I did know he was going to take me to bed. If he would get tired of me or something more was for the future. 

I stepped out of my shoes and he undid his top button and tossed his jacket on a chair. 

“Would you like a drink?”

“No, I want you at your best.” Of course I meant hard.

Without another word he unzipped my dress.

“Very nice underwear.” He told me.

I took my bra off. “...but better on the floor?” I asked.

“Much better, the bedroom is in there.”

I sat myself on the bed and was not sure if I should wait or get naked. I was just pushing my nickers down when Simon came in naked with a very hard cock it was smooth.

“You look very nice.”

I held his cock as he came to me, it was the first shaved one. His sack was soft and warm. He felt different,  no hair, but it was the warm skin that fascinated me.

“You like that?” He asked.

“It's warm.” 

“You are warm.”

He twisted himself without me letting go. We kissed. He was a wonderful kisser. His hands roamed. Then I gave up my obsession with his shaved bits and started to discover his body. He was firm, muscular,  but not obscenely so.

I was warm and relaxed when I felt his finger dance over my clit. My hand went back to his hard shaved cock. My body was feeling good, his cock was good and his kisses were intense. So was my cum.

As soon as I  came he pulled himself away from me, but before I  could be disappointed he pulled my hairy pussy open and his tongue replaced his finger. My body ached as I came the second time.

That was when he pushed into me. He never asked, but I wanted him. I never thought about condoms. I knew I was clean, I  had just been tested and Simon was the first man in months.

I was not thinking about condoms as he pushed in. I was thinking about him in me. About him pressing down on me. About coming twice more, then feeling him jet into me.

He never stopped, but he pulled out and his tongue again danced over my pussy. That was when I  came one last time.

My body was aching, but I loved the feeling. He hugged me as I rested.

“I have to go to work in the morning.” I told Simon.

“I have an outfit for you to go to work in and I will drop you off.”

“You are very nice to me.”

“You are very nice.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you like to go to Paris at the weekend?”

“I don't believe this is happening.” I admitted. 

“Give your soul to me and good things will continue to happen.”

I snuggled in closer and wondered if he meant love or sex.