This will probably turn out a little too long, but there we go. I got talking to Julie on one of these friends pages on face ache. You know the ones, local people chat and meet up to widen the circle of their friends. She was a really nice woman to chat with. Her profile showed she was quite attractive, but what caught my attention was that she was really petite. Like size 4 or 6, absolutely tiny, and compared to my chunky self, I found her quite enticing. Anyway, we had been having a laugh in the group page when it was announced a night out the following week was too occur. I couldn't attend as I was working, but on the Friday evening I wished everyone lots of fun, and over the length of my shift kept checking into the page to see photo updates of everyone's fun. Julie kept pming me throughout the night, telling me she was having a few drinks and dances and really enjoying herself, I told her to make they most of it and stop messaging me. I finished work around 10pm and at at home for a while until I had one last look before heading to bed. She has messaged me saying her and a friend were heading to another bar away from everyone else as the music was awful where they were. I said have fun, told her I was gonna turn in and that I would catch her over the weekend sometime. Just as I got into bed my phone pinged with a message. She seemed distressed. Asked me if I would come out and pick her and her mate up as she didn't feel safe. She had had too much to drink and men were trying to ply her with more. What's a guy to do?? Could I have let her just crack on and go to sleep? Should I get out of bed and risk getting between her and some half drunk idiot hell bent on claiming his prize. I went out. The on a t shirt and pair of shorts and went the 5 trees to the bar to get her home safely. She was stood in the car park waiting for me, with her friend hanging on her arm. She looked divine. No wonder blokes were hitting on her. Short dress, brunette hair halfway down her backheels. Gorgeous! They got in the car and I headed to take them home. Her friends was closest, so she was let out first. She thanked me for the lift and we watched her up the path to make sure she got in OK. Then I set off to drive Julie home. We got to hers, but instead of getting out the car we just sat and talked. She cried, telling me her story I just sat, listened, stroked her hand to reassure her when I felt it necessary, and just giving her a shoulder to cry on. It was at that point she looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and she leant in for a kiss. Our tongue entwined, my cock grew in my shorts, but she never reached for it. I pulled away and said its probably time she went in before I turned out to not be a gentleman, but if she wanted to go for a drink the next night I would happily take her. She leant forward, kisses me again and accepted the invitation, before getting out and going in. By now it was half 2 in the morning and I was wrecked. Straight home to bed, no wanking tonight lol. The next evening finally came, and I headed out to collect her for our date. I got to hers and texted to say I was there. She came out and I have her a bunch of flowers. She looked just as lovely as she did the previius night, only less drunk lol. We headed to I pub in the middle of nowhere and sat out in the bar garden, again just chatting. I cast my eyes over her form. Those slim shoulders supporting her spaghetti strapped top, with no hint of bra straps..... Oohhh.... I so wanted this woman. I asked her what her perfect date would be. "sitting, chatting and staring at the stars". Came the reply. "OK, grab your coat " I said, vs popped inside the pub. I got a bottle of wine and we jumped in the car. I drove to a layby that was a couple of miles up the road and pulled in. I told her to stay in her seat for a minute and jumped out. At the time I had a 4x4 and so dropped the back seats and opened the boot. I then invited her out of the passenger side and round to the boot. We climbed in, she looked a bit puzzled, but I opened the sunroof and we lay on our backs, looking at the late evening sky, side by side. By about ten it was getting a little nippy so I offered to take her home. She said ok, and that it had been a lovely evening. I had to agree. On the drive back to hers I put my hand on her bare leg and started stroking. Far from stopping me she leant back slightly and opened her legs a little, allowing me to stroke higher. My hand went under her skirt, to find a lack of material and no hair. I stroked her pussy, gently. She opened her legs further and allowed me to get my hand on her properly. I inserted a finger, then a second and bright her to a rather enjoyable sounding cum. She told me she would return the favour of I found somewhere quiet. I knew a place so pulled in there and she leant over, pulled my cock out and started stroking me back. She lowered her head to my cock and put it in her mouth. This woman knew what she was doing. It felt amazing. After a while she sat back up saying she felt too dizzy and I asked if she wanted to fuck. Yes, was the instant reply, so we got out of the car and went round the back. I leant her forward into the boot and lifted her skirt. I pushed my aching cock inside her wet cunt and thrust away. Little squeaky moans pierced the night silence and she pushed back against my crotch. I banged away for a good while, but didn't feel the sap rising. I told her it was probably because of where we were and I couldn't relax for watching it for cars coming. I said I would take her home and we could go out the next afternoon, to somewhere I know it's secluded. She agreed. We made ourselves decent and I took her home. Sunday afternoon I again picked her up. I had made a bit of a picnic and decided we would head to Bridgenorth, go sit by the river for a little while. We ended up at the back of a carpark by an industrial estate lol, some may know it as a dogging area, but it was deserted so it was all good. I did the dropping back seats thing again, and we sat in the back of the car having a bite and a drink, interspersed with copious amounts of getting to know each other. Eventually I told her I needed her, and she said the same. I lay her back and parted her legs, climbed between them and started driving my dick into her. It was so fucking horny. Looking her in the face as she gasped for air between moans. Enjoying my cock as much as she could. I probably lasted no more than ten minutes, emptying my swollen balls up her unprotected cunt. That first cum into someone new is a special time, isn't it fellas? We lay together, kissing and hugging. My cock decided it wasn't finished and started to grow again. Fuck me! Twice in an afternoon? What am I? A teenager? She climbed on to this time and leant forward so I could kiss her, not to mention the shit roof height meant proper riding would have been impossible unless she popped her head out the sunroof like a periscope. I held her arse apart lifting my groin up and slamming her from below. Watching her little tits bouncing with every thrust. Her comparitively huge Nipples sticking out at least an inch! I came for the second time that afternoon, adding to my earlier deposit. She lay back, swirling her fingers around in her gash, mixing the earlier and later loads, a look of dirty satisfaction on her face. My cock noticed this and started getting hard again. Ffs! Not again! I wanted an egg n cress sandwich. I leaned over her and started sucking on her tits, kneading them enjoying their firmness. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement. A guy was walking across the carpark towards us. I told her. We sat up, in some state of dress, albeit not exactly for church, and started eating our picnic. He walked past, said hello and carried on his way. We chuckled, then I mounted her again. This time, though, I didn't cum. I fucked her for another while, then said "you know what, if I don't take you home I'll be fucking you all night". As much as she said she would like that she had to get home to get the kids stuff ready for Monday morning school. I took her home, dropped her off and thanked her for a lovely time. She thanked me and went in. I only saw her once more after that. I picked her up the following Friday night after her and another friend had gone out to a nightclub. I dropped her friend off and asked if she wanted to come back to mine or go home. She stroked me through my shorts and said "what do you think?" We were like animals as soon as we were through the door. We fucked on the stairs. Then I got her up to the bedroom and we carried on. She told me she squirts, but very rarely. I guy likes a challenge. I can usually get ladies that squirt to do it from oral, but not this time. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, put her one knee behind my neck and started on her pussy. Placed 2 fingers at the entrance and smacked her clit with my palm. 10 seconds later she exploded all over the place. Why is it the last thing on your mind when a lady says she squirts is the state of the soft fixture afterwards? I rubbed her cunt quickly, bringing more and more liquid from her insides. I fucking love it! I put her back on the bed and she just lay there, exhausted. I went and made her a cup of tea. This was the last time I saw her. She took exception to me and another woman in the group talking, not even flirting, just talking. She blocked me, would answer texts or phone calls. What a few days! I would give anything to fuck her just one more time....