Here Comes the Judge

I was raised in a fairly religious household, where sex was never discussed and if it was, it was something that "nice" kids didn't do. As a result, I was a late bloomer and didn't have sex until I was 20 years old. I just had to spend a lot of time making sure my own needs were met. Like most young boys and men, I jerked off at least four or five times per week, a practice that continues to this day. When I did finally start having sex, the second girl I had sex with got pregnant the very first time we did it. We had dated for quite some time and actually did discuss the idea of a long-term relationship. As a result, and because I had always been told to do the right thing, we ended up marrying each other. When I think back on it, there was no way it would work, but I wanted to be responsible. Surprisingly, the marriage lasted almost five years, with both of us drifting apart and having a couple of affairs before the break up. Suddenly, I was 27 years old, in the prime of life and hornier than ever. During this period, I tried to make up for lost time from my early years and made sure I screwed as many women as I could in as little time as possible. I didn't set any records, but I did keep busy. At the time, I worked in a medium sized office, with about 250 employees. It turned out that I was now the only single male working in that office. That resulted in a number of opportunities, especially with married women. On more than one occasion I would have someone stop by my desk and say, "You weren't home last night. Will you be home tonight?" Sure enough, about 9:00pm there would be a knock on my door and an anxious lady wanting a cup of coffee. I never wanted to turn away a friend in need. Back to the story. After the divorce, a good friend of mine introduced me to a former high school classmate of his who had just finished law school and moved to the big city. Sandy had just started a job with the public defenders office and lived in the same apartment complex as I did. Bill had told me about her and said he thought we would get along. He put one caveat on it, however. He said, "Sandy's not like the rest of the women you have been seeing. Be sure you treat her with respect." Actually, it would be nice to spend some time with someone who I wasn't just looking to for sex. I called her one evening and introduced myself and suggested we get together. She invited me over and we talked for hours. Bill was right, she was different and the thought of sex didn't enter my mind, even though she was attractive. Sandy and I got to know each other over the next few months and developed a great, platonic, relationship. We even went on a few weekend trips together, always getting a room with two beds and never doing more than some cuddling in the mornings after we woke up. This lasted for about six months and then I was transferred to the company's home office eight hundred miles away. We still talked and saw each other occasionally, but it wasn't the same. I had started to date someone in my new city and I knew from Bill that she had had a couple of boyfriends also. About two years later, I had to go back to the old office for a week to work on a special project. I was staying in a hotel with a co-worker (the company was kind of cheap with expenses) and I had to spend most of my free time with him. He was OK, but not someone I was really friendly with. I had called Sandy when I learned of the project to see if she wanted to get together while I was there. We figured out a night that would work for both of us and I stopped by to pick her up about 7:00pm. We went out to one of our favorite restaurants and had a great meal, just like the old days. After dinner we went back to her apartment. This time, the mood was different. We both wanted to know what the other had been up to over the past couple of years, including our romantic activities. During the conversation, it became obvious that this evening would be different. While we had kissed and cuddled before, this time things didn't stop. I got a little more daring and started to put my hands in places they hadn't been before. Rather than resist, she started moaning and suggested we go into her bedroom. I had dated this woman for six months and been in her apartment dozens of times and this was the first time I would see her bedroom! We went into the bedroom and proceeded to slowly undress each other. When we were finally naked, we lay down on the bed and continued our exploring. As I was getting ready to make my final move, she stopped me. She had had problems with her birth control pills and had stopped taking them. Since this was the seventies (pre AIDS scare) I didn't have a condom. We were both a little frustrated, but she said, "That's no reason we can't finish." With that I proceeded to kiss my way down from her breasts to her stomach and finally to her patch of beautiful red hair. I let my tongue explore the area for a while and then settled on her clit. It didn't take long for her climax to build and she was moaning and bucking like I never imagined. After what seemed like 10 minutes (probably only 30 seconds) she calmed down and laid there panting, totally spent. After a couple of minutes, she whispered, "We need to take care of you now." She slipped her hand around my cock head that was drenched with pre-cum. She rubbed it for a while, then leaned down and took it into her mouth. It was obvious she hadn't had a lot of experience, but it still felt great. It didn't take long for the feeling to put me close to a climax. Sandy took my cock out of her mouth and stroked it for only a minute or two and I shot all over her breasts, stomach and that beautiful patch of red hair on her pussy. What a feeling!!! We both lay there for a little while longer getting our breath. She told me she had never done anything like that before. Her only experience with sex was straight intercourse, not even any oral or mutual masturbation. We talked for a long time, not bothering to put our clothes on, just enjoying the experience. Finally, I realized I had a roommate back at the hotel and that we both had to go to work the next day, she at the courthouse and me at the real estate project my company was working on. I kissed her good bye and said we would have to do this again. This was the last time we ever got together like this. About three months later I was transferred again to a different branch office, where I got a management position. I met the woman who is now my wife and settled down. I went back to my old branch office a year later and called her to see if she was free for coffee or a drink. We got together, but this time it wasn't the same. She had worked her way up the legal system and had been appointed a judge for small claims court. Her schedule gave her little time for socializing during the day and I had dinner meetings the two nights I was in town. I learned later from Bill that Sandy had always thought we would stay together and get married some day. When I got transferred the first time she realized it wouldn't happen. Our evening together on my return trip proved to be a great memory 30 plus years later. I will always have the satisfaction in knowing that somewhere in a courtroom in this country there is a judge who gave me one of the best evenings of my life.