Being cooped up in my house for fourteen hours a day for the last few weeks, working on a project, has driven me nuts. I needed an outlet to release all the pressure I felt from my job.

Working from home has its perks, but not being in direct contact with people has made me lonely. I find that I talk to myself at times, and it’s been almost a year since I’ve had sex. That’s the biggest tragedy of them all.

I worked on Saturday until about four pm, then decided to take a walk. Seeing people around me, cars cruising down the road and soaking up the sun made me forget all about work.

I crossed the main road and then headed down the stairs by a residential building. At the corner of the building was a walking path running along the bushes. It curled into a half circle to the right as I went down it, leading me to a concrete, mini soccer field.

On the wooden bench, close to the field, was a tanned woman wearing denim shorts. The sunglasses matched her black hair, and her crossed legs revealed her muscular thigh.

Holy guacamole. I got hard just by looking at her. Hey, who can blame me? I was pretty much deprived of the outside world and pussy for the last few weeks.

Oh, man. I should talk to her. Look at her. She looks so damn good. And she’s all by herself. Who knows, maybe she’s desperate to meet someone the way I am?

“Hi. Would you mind if I take a seat?” I asked.

“No. Go right ahead.”

While watching the players, my mind felt like a conundrum, trying to think of something witty to say to her. If I made a random comment, she could smile and nod and then I’d feel like a dumbass trying to make another comment. I needed to say something that would engage her. But what?

“Nice day today,” I say.

She briefly looked at me, smiled and then looked away. Oh, God. ‘Nice day.’ Is that the best I can come up with? Say something else quickly. Come on. You’re gonna look like a turd if you leave it at that.

“Do you come here often?”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt dumber.

“I do, actually.”

Oh, wow. I didn’t think that would work.

“Nice place. I needed to get out of the house, so I decided to take a walk. I thought fresh air and good company would do me wonders. You’ve provided the latter, so, thank you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. I’m glad I could help.”

“You train or play any sports? I see that you’re in fantastic shape.”

“Thank you. I do pilates three times a week. It tightens up my body nicely.”

“You look great. You’ve got a better body than most 20-year-old women.”

“I appreciate that. It’s nice of you to say.”

“Hope you don’t mind me asking your age.”

“I’m forty-five.”

“Wow, I never would’ve said that. Thirty-two max.”

She smiles. “You have to stop with the compliments. You’re far too kind.”

“I’m forty.”

“Okay. You look good for your age, too.”

“I train at home. But I’m planning to get back into the gym in spring. Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.” I stick out my hand and say, “Tom.”

“Chelsea. It’s nice to meet you, Tom.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

Her head snapped towards the field as the one team neared the goal. I snuck in a peek at her tanned legs. Ugh! I wanted nothing more than to run my hands up and down them, then lick what’s in between. That pussy must be delicious.

Chelsea tilted her face towards me, and my eyes shot up to meet hers. I wasn’t certain if she caught me staring at her legs. She probably did. I was so horny that I didn’t care. Maybe if she called me out on it we could have fast forwarded the interaction and gotten to the nitty gritty.

I was so hard that if she insinuated anything sexual I wouldn’t have held back my desires. Hell, I was ready to go right then and there. I could only imagine what it would be like for her to sit on top of me and ride me. I’d cum after a few minutes, no doubt.

“Do you like ice cream?” I ask.

“I do.”

“You wanna go get some? There’s a shop down there.”

She looks at the field. “Um, yeah, I guess.”

“We’ll be back before they finish,” I say, referring to the match.

“Okay.”

Chelsea stood up, and I couldn’t help but peek at her legs again. Man, I have to control myself. They’re so sexy. I have to touch them. They must feel smooth, and grabbing her muscular thigh would make me explode.

At the ice cream shop, she opted for a small cup, but I told her to go for the big one. It’s my treat, and I want to impress her. Whatever it takes to get into her pants. If she asked for a hundred dollars for me to stick it in, I’d give it to her.

We strolled in between the other buildings in the complex while enjoying the ice cream and the chat. She told me that during her college studies, she earned money to pay for tuition by posing topless for art students.

I would’ve loved to have attended that class. Those lucky bastards. I wonder if any of them boned her. Probably did. I wonder how many guys she’s been with. Ugh, who cares? As long as I get my turn, that’s all that matters.

As we head up the stairs, she walks in front of me. Her ass and leg muscles contract. Oooof. She looks good. I could bend her over right here. I don’t care if anybody saw or heard us.

What do I have to lose? The worst thing she can do is pull away and be slightly disgusted by my behaviour. But so what? It’s not like I’m gonna lose her. I never had her. We only shared a moment. I’m gonna go for it. What happens, happens.

As she walks up the stairs, I grab her wrist. She stops and looks at me over her shoulder. I step up to the stair that she’s standing on and get up in her face. She smiles. Ooh, she’s giving me the green light.

I smooched her, and she shoved her tongue into my mouth, letting me know that it was game on. She wanted it badly, and I was gonna give it to her.

Abruptly, she stopped and said, “We can’t do this here.”

“Do you stay around here?”

“Yes.” She points and says, “In that building.”

“Let’s go there.”

She smiled and looked down. I knew that she was contemplating the idea. “Come on. We’ll have fun,” I add to convince her.

Inside her apartment, she told me that we needed to be quick. That was fine with me. As long as I busted my load, I was happy.

She dropped to her knees and whipped out my dick. I liked that she got to it immediately and didn’t need any foreplay.

Chelsea engulfed my dick with her mouth and then bobbed back and forth. Oh, God. That felt so damn good. It had been too long. I could’ve enjoyed that for hours.

Her tongue waggled on the head. It’s like she was teasing me. I grabbed her head with both hands and thrusted my dick in her mouth. She’s looked up at me with eyes wide open.

I did that several more times, and then she took my dick out of her mouth and licked the bottom of it before smiling cheekily at me. I knew she wants to get to the real action.

She stood up and turned her back to me. Chelsea bent over the dining lounge table and then slowly pulled her denim shorts down. She revealed most of her ass and then shook it.

I couldn’t take it anymore. It was driving me crazy. I had to stick it in. I pulled down her shorts and then the g-string. She bent over the table more as I pressed my hand on her back.

I stuck my dick into her pussy and then grabbed her shoulders. She held the sides of the table as I thrusted. The table rocked back and forth, and our bodies convulsed as I gave it to her harder and faster.

Chelsea wheezed, sounding like she tried to suppress a scream that was building up inside of her. I knew that if I kept giving it to her she was bound to explode.

I kept up the hard pounding from behind for some time. My balls were tight, and I felt that I could cum at any moment. I held it in because I wanted it to last longer, but I knew that cumming was gonna feel so damn good after all this time.

Chelsea lowered her head to the table and reached for the edges of the table above her head. She rested her face on the table, and I could see the left side of her face. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted.

I ran my right hand up her smooth, muscular leg. It got me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible. I stopped and then pulled out my dick, feeling that I was going to cum. It’s too soon. I thought about football to contain my semen.

I felt better. It’s like the semen receded back into my ball sack.

I stuck my dick back into her pussy and carried on pounding her. Her wheezing loudened and then evolved into sputtering moans. Oh, yeah. I like that. It’s turning me on even more.

My thrusts were short and rapid. My legs smacked against her ass, making the slapping sound. That’s so hot. Oh, God. I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna cum.

I twitched as my semen shot into her pussy, and I groaned. I hovered over. My eyelids were droopy, and I panted. That was amazing. I couldn’t wait to do it again with her. Next time, we’re gonna do foreplay, oral sex longer and definitely extend the banging. Ooof. If she thinks this was good, the next time will be unbelievable.

I got dressed, and Chelsea escorted me to the door. It’s like she wanted me to leave. She didn’t mention anything about seeing me again, but I asked for her number.

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Even the following day, she was on my mind. I had to call her.

“Hey, Chelsea.”

“Hi. Who’s this?”

“Tom, from yesterday.”

“Oh, hi.”

“How’ve you been?”

“Busy.”

“Okay. I had a great time yesterday and thought we could meet up again soon.”

“Um, thanks. But I’m busy.”

I frown. “What do you mean? Was yesterday not to your satisfaction?”

“Tom, I’m busy. I’ve got stuff to do.”

“Chelsea, come on. Tell me what the problem is. If you’ve got an issue with me, say it.”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

I rolled my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tom, I’m married. I’ve got a son.”

Oooh. I didn’t know about that. I wanted to ask her why she decided to have sex with me, but I didn’t want to make the conversation any more awkward.

“She added, “What happened yesterday was spur of the moment. It shouldn’t have happened.”

As she said that, guilt seeped into my heart. Although I didn’t know about her marital status, I should’ve asked. The poor guy she cheated on was probably working hard to provide for his family while we banged. It’s not right. That really wasn’t cool. I shouldn’t have done that. Damn it.

I shouldn’t have thought only about my dick. My attraction for Chelsea drained from my body, and I felt disgusted with her. She’s a terrible woman who only thinks about herself. Unfortunately, I was an accomplice. To be honest, I didn’t care in the moment if she had a man. My only care was giving it to her. And that was wrong.

Lesson learnt. I bowed my head and exhaled a deep breath. I felt terrible. It’s best that I stay away from her building complex. She’s the last person I wanna run into.

Next time, I’m making sure the woman is single. Cheating is wrong on so many levels. It hurts the innocent and rots the soul of the guilty even more.

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