He?s A Nice Guy, But?

In the late 70s or early 80s in Vancouver, I’d become quite friendly with a woman named Cathy. She worked in the same office as me in a different department and was a year older than me. She lived with her boyfriend, who I knew pretty well from out-of-office get-togethers and found to be a decent guy. Cathy’s body was pretty much my ideal - big boobs, really nice ass, quite voluptuous lips, and long light brown hair. We shared a similar sense of humour and a lot of interests and she kind of looked out for me (professionally, socially, etc.). I didn’t pursue her because of the boyfriend, but one night in a lounge after work she intimated to me that things weren’t going that well between them. After a long time together, they’d grown apart. She told me that while the bf was a “nice guy,” she was finding him boring, intellectually and sexually.

I really wanted to fuck her after these revelations, and over time she began to drop obvious hints that she would like to hook up with me. However, I still felt inhibited by the fact I knew her bf well. That was to change when they had a bunch of people over for a Stanley Cup final party. There was a couple of dozen people in their none-too-big place and things were getting kind of raucous.

I went into the can at one point and as I closed the door, Cathy barged in and locked the door behind her. She turned around and took me in her arms for a deep, probing French kiss ass she pushed her tits and crotch hard against me. I grabbed that sweet ass and began grinding my rock-hard cock into her snatch. She broke off the kiss and sighed to me that we couldn’t screw in the bathroom, as much as she wanted my cock and cum (her words).

She took off her jeans, and undid her shirt before taking off her bra - the beauty of her big tits was absolutely mesmerizing me. I helped her up onto the bathroom counter and pulled her panties down. I buried my face in her hairy pussy and sucked on her clit after eagerly tonguing her cuntlips. After a few minutes of this and with her humping herself into my mouth, she slid off the counter and asked me to finger her.

She turned around and I nuzzled her neck while filling my hands with those big breasts. She grabbed my right hand and guided it insistently to her wet cunt. I alternated between sliding my fingers up and down her meaty labia and circling her hard, little clit with them. She climaxed powerfully but was able to keep her sounds of satisfaction to a minimum. After she recovered a bit, she knelt in front of me and I thought she was going to suck me off. However, after she licked my balls for a few exquisitely pleasurable seconds, she held those big tits together in front of her. “Masturbate for me,” she whispered. “I want your cum on my boobs.”

Even though we’d been operating at a good clip, I was beginning to think we needed to get out of there pretty quick. I took my throbbing cock in hand and began a firm, steady stroke. My pre-cum quickly lubricated my glans and shaft and I soon blew a massive load all over Cathy’s breasts, not getting a single drop on her face. She wiped up the cum with toilet paper, got dressed in record time, we washed our hands, and rejoined the party. People must have seen us come out, but nobody said a word.

Cathy and her bf soon amicably split up and we had a hot little fling in her new apartment. I really thought it might become a permanent relationship, but her mother in eastern Canada took very ill and Cathy had to go out and care for her. We drifted apart and that was that.