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I have only ever felt Lust at First Sight once in my life. By that I mean a desperate, frantic, overwhelming, irresistible, almost obsessive need to fuck a particular person.

If my friends are to be believed or at least taken literally, they all seem to experience it regularly which no doubt contributes to their success with one night stands, something I have never been very successful with.

Despite, the usual immediacy of Lust at First Sight we didn't fuck until four years after I first met him. It was a pretty typical, fucked up Vicky version of things. Instead of trying to seduce him or throwing myself at him, I tried to impress him with my accountancy skills in the bizarre belief that this would make me in some way, sexually attractive to him.

I met Greg when I was 24. I was still living with Brian at the time which may have been why I didn't act on my impulses but the real reason was probably my lack of self confidence. I had my 'breast enhancement' about a year previously but all that had achieved was to change the basis of my Tit Complex from having tiny tits to having obviously fake tits. I hated them. Almost, but not quite as much as I had hated my tiny tits. Brian hated them too.

I have always enjoyed my work. My first job after Uni was with a medium sized accounting firm where, as a junior, I was assigned all the low level shit kickers, the small businesses, the Mom and Pop businesses and individuals. It was tedious but very busy and it filled my days and provided much needed order in my life. It kept my occupied but never challenged me.

My second job was with a boutique management consultancy which specialised in 'rescuing' businesses who were in serious, financial, legal or public relations difficulties. They had Financial, Legal, HRM, PR and Marketing teams and each team applied their own expertise to clients' problems.

I was intrigued by the multidisciplinary approach and at the time we were the only ones taking this approach to business consultancy. The work was fascinating, exciting, satisfying and very challenging.

I loved it.

They had a strict policy though that employees had to take their annual leave every year as soon as it became due. I still do not understand the concept of 'holidays', of sitting on a beach or somewhere in unfamiliar surroundings sipping a Pina Colada or whatever and basically doing nothing for four weeks every year.

I need to be busy, to be occupied and active and I need above all, order and structure in my life. Work provides that. I also need familiarity and consistency in my life. I dreaded the idea of annual holidays and never took any at my first job. They didn't care because they viewed most of us simply as process workers.

So, every year I would arrange with a friend, an acquaintance really, who I knew from Uni, to act as locum for her in her suburban accountancy practice during my annual holidays, so she could take an actual 'holiday.'

It was very basic work, much like my first job but it kept me busy and allowed me to work on my interpersonal skills, which remain to this day, extremely poor. Relating to clients has always been one of my major weakness and practicing on low level suburban type clients seemed an ideal opportunity.

Greg was such a client. He was an air conditioning mechanic by trade, struggling to establish his own business. Really struggling.

He walked into my office, right up to my desk, smiled, extended his hand and said.

"Hi. I'm Greg."

My heart literally stopped in my chest. His voice hit me first, low and deep, almost rasping but with a hard edge to it, yet somehow warm and friendly. I looked up, surprised by his voice and I froze. I just stared at him like an idiot. I saw the proffered hand but was unable to raise my own arm to accept the handshake. I wanted to but I couldn't move.

He wasn't tall or particularly good looking by most standards but there was something about him that really got to me. I don't know what it was.

He was about my height, short for a man, with very light, almost blond hair, that was tied back in a pony tail. He had deep, dark brown eyes that seemed kind of mysterious yet bright and friendly, almost smiling. Smiling eyes.

He reminded me of a rougher, harder. Less attractive version of Leonardo DiCapprio. Confident, self assured, competent, and master of his own universe.

I sat there staring at him, helplessly watching his smile and his whole manner slowly change from friendliness to bemusement.

I wanted to fuck him. That was the first thought that entered my head the moment I saw him. Just that. It wasn't just a thought though it was an overwhelming, crazy need to fuck him. It drove everything else from my mind.

I had the most massive Vagina Jolt I had ever felt in my life. It was like a hammer blow to my cunt.

My clit began to tingle like it was on fire, as it had had suddenly reared up inside my panties to sniff the air, searching for the source of this sudden and incredibly intense arousal. My cunt began to throb almost painfully, beating like a bass drum, as if it were pressing hard against my panties, desperate to be freed.

And I became instantly and incredibly wet. I felt it soaking through my panties as though I had just pissed myself.

I had never experienced anything remotely like this in my life.

I was certain he must have noticed the way my body had reacted to the sight of him. Actually I was terrified that he had, that he knew what I was thinking and feeling.

He lowered his hand, sat down in the chair in front of my desk, smiling that bemused smile, and looked at me. I sat there slowly shaking my head from side to side with my mouth open. Like an idiot. Like one of those clowns at the sideshows you try to throw table tennis balls into their wide open mouths.

"Are you…OK?" He asked quietly, leaning forward, looking a bit concerned but more bemused, or amused by now, than concerned.

"I'm fine." I snapped, suddenly aware of what I was doing.

He blinked and leaned back at the tone of my voice. Harsh, unfriendly, snappy. I felt like such an idiot. I shot to my feet and extended my hand as he had done, without thinking, then hoped he wouldn’t ignore it the same way I had ignored his. I tried to smile but it probably looked like a grimace. I felt cunt juice seeping through my panties.

"I am so sorry." I said. "It's just that you remind me of a very close friend of mine."

I was desperate for something to explain my idiotic behaviour. That was all I could think of.

"Who's dead." I added, thinking that should explain it.

I realised how stupid that sounded the moment it was out. A close, dead friend? Really? Oh My God.

He stood up and took my hand. He held it firmly and I felt electricity shooting up my arm and radiating across my chest making my nipples tingle almost painfully. I wondered what the fuck was happening to me.

He shook my hand firmly but not threateningly or showing off his strength or physical superiority the way a lot of men do.

I wanted to pull him across my desk and kiss those lips. They were fuller than Leo DiCapprio's, much more kissable. I wanted to jump across my desk, kiss him, force him to the floor and fuck him.

"I'm so sorry about your friend." He said sincerely, his smile tinged with sadness now.
"What?" I said, realising I was still holding his hand and releasing it a bit too suddenly, almost flinging it away.

"Your friend." He said. "The one I remind you of."
"Oh that." I said idiotically.

Could this get any worse I wondered. I sat back down leaving him standing and beginning to look confused.

He sat back down and while he remained friendly while he explained the reason for his visit and the problems he was experiencing with his business, I got the very distinct impression he didn't have much confidence in me or my abilities.

While I listened to him, I had this crazy thought 'I will show you exactly what a shit hot accountant I am.'

I am such an idiot.

I couldn't focus on what he was saying or even think clearly while he was there but I had learned a lot from my current job and I knew instinctively what his real problems were, or would be - the same problems and mistakes that plague every new small business owner.

He handed me a detailed business plan but it was all just a blur to me, I couldn’t even focus my eyes on it. I needed to end this but as anxious as I was to get rid of him I was equally reluctant to let him go. I thought again about jumping over my desk and forcing him to the floor.

I told him I would review his financial position and his business plan and asked him if he could return tomorrow to discuss my recommendations. I think he thought I was giving him the brush off because his smile faded for the first time.

The moment I closed the door behind him I leaned back against the closed door and slid my hand inside my panties. I couldn't believe how soaked they were or how wet I was. I slid two fingers into my cunt then rubbed my clit. I came in seconds, maybe 10 seconds and banged the back of my head against the door when I came.

"Are you alright, Vicky?" Debbie's receptionist asked through the closed door.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Greg said we're working you too hard. Are we?"
"No, no I'm fine. Did you make an appointment for Greg for tomorrow?"
"He's still here."

Oh My God. For an instant I was convinced he knew that I had just had a wank against the door that was all that separated us.

"Is 2PM OK?"
"Fine. Perfect. Thank you."



I studied his business plan that night. I researched the air conditioning industry. I studied the demographics of his target area. I studied his financial statements. I drew erect penises sticking up at 45 degree angles in the margins of his business plan. I had a wank. I called a guy from Marketing at work for some advice. I created a profile of Greg and his business.

I went for a long, hard run even thought it was dark.

The next day I presented him with a detailed plan of action for his business. It was probably the best work I had done to date at the time.

Greg had been doing just about everything wrong.

He was trying to establish himself in a crowded market dominated by long established, much larger firms with resources that he could not hope to match. What little work he did get was only in the summer months, the only time people thought about air conditioning.

I recommended he change direction and stop trying to compete with the larger firms with the sale and installation of air conditioning plants. This was where the big money and what his competition focussed on.

I recommended he target the wealthier neighbourhoods and focus on maintenance instead. My research revealed that AC plants, especially the larger ones, need regular maintenance and this was an area that was being largely ignored. An area of real opportunity.

He was sceptical and pointed out the big money was in sale and installation.

"Not for you, it isn't." I bluntly pointed out.

He just wasn't getting the work. Just about every small business does this. They got after the big money and never look for the real opportunities.

My Action Plan, essentially a complete business plan but going well beyond the normal parameters, included a lot of minor details but things I considered critical.

Replace the bright blue, mag wheeled ute with a more mundane work vehicle. Lose the dope smoking Rastafarian cartoon logo, and the 'Be cool' tagline. Get a hair cut. Wear a uniform. Change the name from 'Greg's Cool Air Conditioning Service' to 'Anderson's Air Conditioning'. Drop the whole 'cool' thing. Drop the 9 to 5 Monday to Friday hours, work weekends and after hours when his competition has gone home.

Go after maintenance, not new installations. Target wealthy suburbs where they can afford to pay for maintenance and understand the need.

Go after repairs and breakdowns in the Summer months. His major competition were tightly focussed on selling new installations, not attending to breakdowns.

Drop his 'cool' radio advertising and target the wealthier suburbs with letterbox drops.

He was very sceptical and I felt bitterly disappointed after he had left. So much for impressing him and luring him to my cunt with my accounting prowess. I'm amazed I actually thought that would work.

About two months alter I paid Debby an uncharacteristic 'social' visit purely to see how Greg was doing and if he had followed any of my recommendations. I had kind of gotten over the whole Lust at First Sight thing but it still simmered just below the surface.

"You mean Anderson's Air Conditioning?" She said with a smile.
"Oh?"
"Quite the turnaround. He's been in a few times for me to fine tune your plan but it really doesn’t need any fine tuning. You really went all out on that one but I see you didn't bill him appropriately."
"He couldn’t afford it and… I was bored."
"He speaks very highly of you."
"Really?"

So… I called him.

Well, it took me another month to work up the courage and I tried to sound nonchalant and told him I was just wondering how he was doing and if any of my suggestions had been helpful. God, I sounded so stiff and formal. And idiotic.

He wanted to see me. He had ideas he wanted to discuss with me.

I was delighted. Absolutely fucking delighted. I explained that I had only been relieving Debby and I had a full time job but I would be happy to offer some free advice. And my cunt. I didn’t say that of course.

He came round to my place after work, happy and excited. In just a few months he had carved out quite an empire in the AC maintenance and repair business. His phone started ringing after the first letterbox drop.

He had the same effect on me as the first time I saw him but not as dramatic. It was still there though and I wanted to fuck him so badly it hurt. But he showed absolutely no interest in me at all beyond business matters.

I was desolated.

It turned out Greg was actually a very competent AC mechanic. Just not a good businessman or entrepreneur. Neither am I. I was only applying some of the kowledge I had learned at work. He had some crazy ideas that I p*o p*o-ed and suggested he get Debby to do his bookkeeping. Not exactly an inspirational idea but a very sound one that would help his bottom line a lot. I also suggested he seek accreditation as a licensed repairer with the major AC manufacturers. Again, not inspirational stuff but effective.

But… as much as I wanted to fuck him, he had absolutely no interest in me and all he was interested in was my business advice.

He wanted to hire me as his business consultant and I jumped at the chance of regular contact with him in the vain hope that one day…..?

We met every three months or so and became sort of friends. I liked him but every time I saw him I wanted to fuck him so badly it hurt. I thought it would eventually fade and it did until every time I saw him when it burst back with a vengeance.

The years went by, we continued to meet every few months and between Debby and I, his business continued to grow. He never showed any interest in me though.

I have never been good at 'seducing' men. I need the man to make the first move and then I'm a 'rip my clothes off there ya go' kind of gal. My other problem was, of course, that I am not essentially a sexy woman. I don’t dress sexy and don’t act sexy. Greg had only ever seen me dressed for work and that is about as far from sexy as you can get. Grey business suits and sensible shoes are hardly sexy.


I bought a house at Toorak purely as an investment. The proverbial real estate 'worst house in the best street' which subsequently turned out to be a terrible mistake. I had to take out two 'no docs' loans to finance it and I struggled for years to service those loans.

Greg came to my new house for one of our routine consultations and was pretty impressed I had bought a house at Toorak but less than impressed with the condition it was in. It was barely liveable.

He noticed the AC vents and asked me why I didn't have it on. It was a stinking hot day.

"It doesn't work." I said.
"Why didn’t you call me?"
"I can't afford to have it fixed."
"Like I couldn't afford you when you helped me. I know what that was worth and I owe you. Where is it?"

The AC unit was as run down and as decrepit as the house but Greg managed to get it going and produce a fairly cool, although faint flow of air through the vents.

He told me it needed replacing but he was happy to keep it going for me free of charge until it finally died a complete death. I had never charged Greg for my services and now we had a quid pro quo thing going on. It kept breaking down of course and I was reluctant to call him and only did so when I wanted to see him. I didn’t really care about the AC but it was a good excuse to see him whenever I wanted to.

I would have trusted him with a key to my house but I insisted on being there every time he came out to check or fix my AC just so I could see him. Greg used to come around frequently usually whenever he had a job nearby just to check on the old AC and keep it going. It was pretty much a case of flogging an almost dead horse but he did his best and surprisingly I had AC most of the time.

Our 'relationship' fell into a pattern. Every time I saw him I'd be thinking about how much I wanted to fuck him and he'd display a complete indifference towards me. I'd have a wank after he left then forget about him until the next time.

One stinking hot, muggy, Saturday afternoon almost fours years after the first time I met Greg, I was lying on my bed reading, directly under the barely cool, meagre airflow from the vent above my bed when I heard a distant explosion and the airflow abruptly stopped.

I went out the back and saw smoke coming out of the AC plant. Not exactly billowing out but there was quite a lot of it. Something was burning. I thought about hosing it but decided that probably wasn't a good idea so I turned it off and thought I should call Greg in case something needed to be done to prevent it from burning my house down.

It was unbearably hot in that house now. I had been spoiled by the AC even thought it hadn't been very effective. I plonked a fan in front of my bed, stripped down to my panties and read my book while I waited for Greg.

I thought about Greg. I thought about how this would be the first time he will see me not wearing work clothes and I wondered what I should wear. I was feeling excited and a bit turned on but I only ever used to feel the full on lust for him when we were actually together.

I felt strangely calm. I thought about dressing sexy and actually making a move on Greg. I thought about a short, low cut summer dress, very revealing yet not too blatant. Perhaps short shorts and a singlet, after all it was very hot. Or perhaps go all out and wear a bikini. A bikini wouldn't be that unusual. Not on a stinking hot day like this. Or would it?

He came over straight away and his knock on the door took me by surprise. Fuck! I hadn't even had time to decide what to wear. I giggled nervously and thought I could hardly let him see me like this, in just a pair of panties. Or could I? Should I? Should I be that bold? Just greet him at the door in a pair of panties.

That would certainly put it to the test.

I panicked and quickly threw on a pair of shorts and t shirt. The first things that came to hand.

Greg had only ever seen me dressed in my work clothes with my hair tied back, usually wearing my glasses and he got a shock when I opened the door dressed in shorts, a t shirt, hair down, no glasses and bare feet. And hot and sweaty.

He looked me up and down, hesitating at my breasts and I realised to my horror that I didn’t have a bra on and my nipples were poking through the t shirt, clearly visible. He studied my tits, my poky nipples, then scanned my body down my bare legs to my bare feet, then back to my poky nipples and finally my face.

I was doing the same thing to him. He was wearing his summer uniform. Crisp, navy blue shorts and short sleeved work t shirt with his AAC (Anderson's Air Conditioning) logo, navy blue socks and big, chunky work boots. I hadn't noticed before but his arms and legs were finely muscled.

He affected me the same way he always had, I had a massive Vagina Jolt and felt that same cunt throbbing, clit tingling and wetness.

He looked so fucking hot, so fuckable and
Something passed between us. Something vague and ill defined but something solid and substantial.

He said something I didn’t hear because of the roaring in my ears and he went out the back to the AC.

I had a full blown panic attack. This time it was different. Very different. This time he'd seen me dressed in only a t shirt and a pair of short shorts, my running shorts. This time, for the first time he had seen what my body looked like. This time he hadn't seen boring, conservatively dressed, fully covered Vicky the accountant.

This time was the first time he had been here on a Saturday. He had only ever been here during the week, just after work when we discussed business and during the day when he came to work on my AC.

I knew I looked completely different without my work clothes. I probably looked like a completely different woman to Greg. Perhaps this time he saw me as a potential fuck. As a woman he would want to fuck.

I still felt that need to fuck him almost as badly as the first time I had seen him. I was turned on, excited and wet. God, I was so wet.

I desperately wanted to fuck him but I had no idea what to do about it.

I had to make a move on him. My t shirt and shorts had affected him, I knew that, but he could have just been surprised to see me like that. He had never shown the slightest interest in me and I wondered if that would change simply because he'd seen me dressed in a t shirt and shorts. Short shorts. He'd seen my legs. A t shirt that showed the size of my breasts. Poky nipples.

No, that wouldn’t have been enough.

I needed to be more obvious. A lot more obvious.

I didn't have much time to think. I didn't think it would take him long to work out that AC was totally fucked.

I thought about my friends. What would they do? What would Kelly do? No help. All she had to do was smile and men fell to their knees. Maxx was the same. Andrea was a lesbian. Emma …. Emma would come out in a bikini and just flaunt herself. She was always wearing a bikini at home. But she had a pool so the bikini made sense.

But he had already seen me in shorts and a t shirt. What would he think if he came back and found me wearing a bikini? That would look so obvious. He would know I put the bikini on deliberately. He would know I was trying to…. To what? What would he think I was trying to do?

I had always been kind of terrified that Greg knew how I felt about him. That he somehow knew how badly, how fucking desperately I wanted to fuck him and had always been secretly amused that a woman like me would have the hots for him so badly. I also knew that a man like him, as good looking as him, would never normally go for a woman like me. Good looking guys like Greg always went for good looking women.

But then Greg wasn't really THAT good looking. Not when I disregarded my lust for him and thought about it objectively. He was really pretty average looking by most standards.

I suddenly realised I was wasting time. If I didn't do something he would come back, maybe look me over again, tell me the AC was finally fucked, and leave. I would miss probably the best, perhaps the only opportunity to fuck him.

I suddenly realised I was sweaty and my cunt was so wet I was sure he'd be able to smell it. My panties were soaked through. I needed a shower. I ran into the shower, frantically washed myself, ran across to my bedroom and put my bikini on without drying myself. I wasn't thinking properly. I was just thinking that I needed to wash the smell of excited cunt away and get that bikini on.

I walked down the hall, still soaking wet from the shower, in my bikini. My hair was plastered to my head and the sides of my face, water was dripping off me and soaking into the bikini.

Greg came through the front door and we came face to face.

"I just had a shower to cool off and it's just too hot to wear anything else." I said, the explanation forming as I spoke the words.

I shrugged to cover my embarrassment and I hoped he hadn't sensed the excitement and panic in my voice. Sometimes my mind works so quickly that my thoughts actually race ahead of what is happening. Before Greg could even react, I suddenly realised that a woman in a bikini was hardly enough to excite a man to want to fuck her.

And it wasn't THAT unusual.

Women get around in bikinis all the time, everywhere. Men don't go crazy and suddenly want to fuck a woman just because they see her in a bikini. It wasn't going to be enough and I was just making an idiot of myself.

"You look different without your clothes." Greg said in a strange voice, jolting me out of my reverie.
"What?" I said, confused and rattled.
"I mean. Not without… I mean… I've only ever seen you dressed in your work clothes."

He looked me up and down, a bold, brazen stare that took in my body from top to bottom. I felt my body start to tremble and I felt my cunt go suddenly and completely, soaking wet.

"You look so different." He said in a voice full of …what? Wonder? Surprise? What was he thinking?

I felt like I had gone too far and I was being too obvious. Putting myself out there like some kind of sexual, help yourself smorgasbord or something. Then I thought I hadn't gone far enough. I should have … no, I didn't know what else I could have done.

"You're wet." He said in that strange voice.

"Yes." I said, thinking for one moment that he meant my cunt. Wet for you. I want to fuck you so badly. If only I had said that.

"From the shower." I added quickly.
"Did it…um… cool you down?"
"No. I'm still hot."
"You are. God, you look so hot in that bikini."

I had an instant, massive Vagina Jolt, so strong that I was certain he must have noticed. I could hardly believe he had said that. He said I look hot.

Oh My God I thought, does this mean it's Game On? What should I do now?

I didn't have to do anything. Finally, at long last, I think Greg finally realised what I wanted and maybe how badly I wanted it. I was just staring at him. probably with a half crazed look on my face, standing there soaking wet in a bikini, with my eyes moving up and down his body.

He took a step forward, put his arms around me and kissed me. It was a clumsy, forceful, yet somehow tentative kiss. I responded immediately by thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth and he went completely nuts.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me roughly against him, grinding his pelvis into me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He gripped my ass tightly, hands under my ass cheeks, pulling them up, pulling me up and hard against him.

He let go with his left hand then slid it inside my bikini bottoms and gripped my bare ass, grabbing my right ass cheek and pulling it up. He let go with his right hand, moved it to my breast, pulled my bikini top down and grabbed my left breast.

His left hand worked my ass cheeks, pulling them, squeezing them while his right hand squeezed and pulled on my left breast.

I went crazy. I reached out between our bodies and grabbed his cock through the front of his shorts. It was hard, rock hard, and my hand tightened around it, feeling it's hardness through the thick fabric of his work shorts.

We were kissing frantically, clumsily, open mouthed with our tongues thrusting and darting in and out of each others mouths.

"Fuck me." I whispered into his open mouth.

He took his right hand from my breast, slid into down inside the front of my bikini bottoms, curled his fingers around and slid one into my cunt. My wet, hungry cunt sucked his finger in and gripped it tightly. I squeezed and worked his cock through his shorts, anxious, desperate to feel it in my hand, in my cunt.

I tried frantically to undo his shorts as he began to push me, to walk me backwards down the hallway, towards my bedroom. He finger fucked my cunt as we walked together down the hallway to my bedroom. I walked backwards, glancing over my shoulder to see where I was going.

I held his cock tightly, afraid if I let go he would come to his senses, realise what he was doing… and stop. I gripped it tightly and tried to wank it, but his work shorts were thick material and it was difficult.

He finger fucked me until we got to me bed, the backs of my legs hit the bed and I fell backwards onto my bed. He pulled my bikini bottoms off with one quick yank and stood there, looking down at me.

I realised two things. I was naked and Greg was about to fuck me. I don't know what had happened to my bikini top but it was gone. He stared at me lying naked on the bed, legs apart, looking up at him, as he quickly undid his work shorts. I wanted him naked but he just undid his shorts, pulled them down and got on top of me.

I caught only a brief glimpse of his cock, average size, uncut, stiff and hard and pointing right at me.

I tried to undo the buttons on his shirt as he tried to put his cock in me. I wanted to see and feel his naked chest so badly, I wanted his cock in me so badly, I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

I felt his cock go in when I only had three of his shirt buttons undone and I desperately wanted his shirt off before he fucked me, but it was too late. I felt his cock slide into me effortlessly, as if my cunt sucked it in and then all of a sudden ... Greg was fucking me.

He covered my mouth with his, tongue fucked my mouth, put his right hand on my left breast and fucked me hard and fast. I put my arms around his back, wrapped my legs around his thighs, hooking the ankles around his thighs and began to thrust my hips.

He kept fucking me harder and harder, faster and faster, he moaned loudly into my open mouth, then he came. His body went still, he shuddered, came, then collapsed on top of me and I felt his full body weight on top of me.

I thought oh no, no, no, not so soon, not already. I hadn't seen him naked, hadn't even seen his bare chest properly, had only seen a quick glimpse of his cock.

I was so excited, so turned on but I felt so terribly disappointed. It hadn't been much of a fuck. I hated the way he just slumped on top of me after he came. I hate it when men do that.

I braced myself and rolled him off me, then over onto his back, and I slid down and sucked his cock. It was wet and slippery with my cunt juice and his cum.

"What are you…" He said, sounding surprised and confused, as if he thought it was over. As if he were done.

I put my left hand on his stomach, fingers splayed out, I cupped his balls in my right hand and slowly and deliberately … I deep throated him.

He moaned loudly and began to squirm. He had never been deep throated. I can always tell when it's the first time for a man.

He put both hands on top of my head and tried to press my head down, as if to force his cock in even deeper, but it was already all the way in, all the way down my throat.

I slowly slid my mouth back up the length of his cock then right off. I took my hands off his balls and held his cock in my right hand and looked at it closely. It was unremarkable, not bad, just average.

"Take off all your clothes." I said.
"I can't while you're…"

I deep throated him again. It was easy because his cock was almost, but not quite, limp now. I know that with most men if you get to their cock after they have cum, before it goes completely limp, it will stay semi hard and it's easier to make it fully hard than if you allow it to go fully limp.

I hoped Greg was like that because I hadn't had enough. I wasn't satisfied. I wanted, needed, a better fuck that what we'd just had.

I sucked his cock, I slid my mouth up and down the length of it slowly, all the way down until I buried my lips in his thick, tangled, light brown pubic hair and his cock was all the way down my throat. He struggled to take his shirt and shorts off while I worked his cock.

I mouthed his cock with no hands, I slid my left hand all over his chest and stomach, up and down, round and round, feeling his firm, hard stomach and chest, I cupped his balls with my right hand and massaged them gently.

He got his shirt off and his shorts off but didn't even try to take his boots off. I laughed with a mouthful of cock. He was going to fuck me with his boots still on and nothing else. That was going to be a strange sight.

We were both slick with sweat. My hand slid wetly over his chest and stomach, his balls felt wet and slippery with sweat. I could feel sweat running down between my breasts. It was very, very hot in my bedroom with no AC and the fan provided no relief, it simply blew hot air over us.

When his cock was fully hard I stuck my tongue in his navel then licked him from there up to his neck, running my tongue up over his stomach and chest. He tasted sweaty and salty and oh, so manly.

I climbed on top of him and put his cock in my cunt. I lowered myself slowly onto his cock, feeling it slide up into my wet, hungry cunt and I began to ride him, slowly at first, leaning forward with both hands resting on his chest.

He had a good body, firm and muscular, a bit hairy but not too bad. Hairy legs and hairy chest. He felt nice and firm all over, well muscled. His cock felt so good inside me, much better than just before.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he had had both feet planted on the bed, knees up, and work boots still on. I had to suppress a giggle. It looked so funny. A naked man in work boots.

He began to thrust his cock up into me and I slammed my body down hard every time he thrust his cock up into me. I began to slam my body down onto him. My ass made a loud, wet, squishing noise each time it slammed into his body. My tits were bouncing up and down and sweat was running down between them over my stomach in small rivulets.

He took me by surprise and rolled me off him, got on top and went for it just like the first time. Hand on my tit, his mouth over mine and just fucking away, going for it.

I had hoped this time he would take his time but he was just like Brian. As if the whole point of fucking was to cum as quickly as you could and there was absolutely nothing else to it. Just get on board and fuck like crazy until you cum.

I had hoped he would go down on me and make me cum but men rarely do when you're hot and sweaty and perhaps smell just a touch too exotic down below.

There was nothing for me to do but to get into it myself. I could hardly tell him to slow down and ask him to make a day of it. The only way to enjoy a man fucking you like this was to get into it yourself. So I did.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him and thrust my hips, meeting his hard, fast thrusts with hard, fast thrusts of my own. I moved my legs up higher, wrapped them around his ass, then up higher, around his waist.

"Fuck me harder." I whispered.
"Ahh."
"HARDER! Fuck me harder." I said, a lot louder than I intended.

He did. He lasted a lot longer than the first time but it was still over far too soon. When he came, he rammed his cock into me and held it there and I squeezed his body tightly with my legs and arms and forced my hips up, pushing my cunt at him.

I winced as he slumped on top of me again but I held him tightly, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him just to enjoy his body pressed hard against mine and his cock inside my cunt, slowly becoming limp.

He rolled off and lay on his side looking at me, eyeing me up and down, as if he was still surprised by my body. Back then my tits looked obviously fake and he was probably wondering why someone like me would bother with a tit job.

He looked embarrassed. He was probably thinking 'Oh My God I just bagged my bookkeeper, just nailed my ugly accountant, just done that daggy bitch.'

I felt embarrassed. I felt disappointed too. It hadn't been a bad fuck, it wasn't unpleasant at all and ordinarily I would have been fairly happy but that fuck simply did not gel with the intensity of the arousal and excitement I had been feeling about him.

After all these years I was beginning to think I would never actually fuck him and after the way that I had felt the same every time I saw him after all these years I guess I just naturally assumed if we ever did fuck, it would be a truly exceptional fuck.

It made no sense to me. Greg was about the only man I had ever felt this Lust at First Sight with and it had persisted for almost 4 years and the intensity of it all had been so unnerving and so incredibly fucking intense and unusual.

Yet it culminated in a pretty ordinary fuck.

I just couldn't let go of it so easily though. I was convinced there had to be more to this.

"We should .. um… have a shower and cool down and maybe… "

I allowed my voice to trail off, cupped my right breast and stroked my nipple with my thumb. He stared at my hand holding my breast and my thumb caressing my nipple for a moment then looked away.

"I um… I ah….I have to…"
"You have work to do."
"Yeah."
"People are waiting."
"Yeah."

My disappointment was complete.

"Um… we should… I'll…" He was struggling for something to say.

We were having one of the most awkward post coital moments of my life.

"I've never done anything like this before in my life." I said fervently, desperate to hide my own embarrassment and disappointment.

"I believe you." He said just as fervently.

Oh My God. He really believes I am some sex starved, boring, dull accountant who cannot get a fuck and just threw herself at him in desperation.

Ah well, not that far from the truth. I went and had a shower and he was gone when I came out. He left a note that said.

"Sorry about the AC. It's NWR. And thanks."

It took me a while to work out 'NWR' meant not worth repairing. 'And thanks'? For the fuck? What else?

Things were very awkward between us after that. Greg tried hard to act normal but both of us felt incredibly awkward and embarrassed. He never made any move on me after that.

Greg had a fiancé at the time which I wasn't aware of. Oops. That didn't help. About a month later though he showed up with an old but still functioning compressor and a box full of old parts and got my air conditioner going again. It was still pretty pathetic but a lot better than nothing.

His business was going well and he didn’t really need me any more and we gradually drifted apart. I still liked him but every time I saw him I thought about how disappointing that fuck had been after all the excitement of the Lust at First Sight thing.

I never felt that Lust at first sight thing again. Not really. There were guys and a few women I felt an immediate attraction to but nothing like the way I had felt about Greg.