I met Jolene through an adult personals web site. To clarify, this is site for people seeking deep meaningful relationships which are designed to last only a few hours, relationships that can be repeated as necessary.

We exchanged a few e-mails before we decided to meet in person. For safety reasons we decided to meet in a public place. A place where we could see whether or not the person we had been talking with had been honest about appearance. To take some time to see if we like each other in person before decided to take the next step to simply have sex with each other.

I already knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted to have sex with her before I met her. Why? Because I honestly did not want to wait, I had denied myself the pleasure of sex too many times. It was more than just wanting sex though. Far far more. I wanted Jolene to want me. It was not enough for me to simply have sex with her. It would not be enough unless she wanted to have sex with me.

We met. She was the person she had described. I could tell she liked that I was the person I had described. I found her pretty, attractive, and my mind had not changed about wanting to have sex with her before the night ended.

Circumstances required me to return home. I asked her politely if she felt comfortable to join me. I could sense her interest, and we had only talked a few minutes. I knew she would feel she was taking a risk, so I asked, and offered all of the trust I could muster within me. She accepted, and followed me back to my house. Once there, she saw why I needed to return. She understood that I had spoken truthfully in our e-mails regarding my circumstances. Her trust increased, and her curiosity about me as a person increased. I would use both of those to seduce her into my bed.

I fixed her a soft drink and we sat and talked. I let her get to know me, I got to know her. Mostly I listened. I let her freely say anything she needed to say. Among the things she said was that she didn't want to have sex with me this night. I did not tell her I wanted to change her mind. To break through all of her resistance until she would gladly take off my clothes and her have way with me.

We carried the conversation outside to allow her to have a cigarette. We talked. I listened more. I touched her hands, her arms, and her shoulders confirming that she was comfortable to allow me to touch her. I used a light touch letting her feel my presence. I allowed her feel my interest in her body without being pushy.

I asked her directly and politely for permission to kiss her. She wanted to kiss. She had reached the point of comfort and interest in me that she wanted to kiss me as much or more than I wanted to kiss her. I heard it in her voice when she said yes, and I felt it in her lips and skin when we kissed. I touched her cheek after our lips met. My finger tips caressing her skin and moving back to move through her hair. Her lips parted and our tongues met. She tasted sweet. I could taste and feel her desire in that kiss. She had stated she didn't want to have sex with me on our first meeting. Her body clearly had other ideas. Ideas that I intended to move from her body and into her mind.

We moved back inside to the couch. I let her talk more. I listened, and I touched her caressing her arms, and her legs just above her knees. I let her know through my actions that I wanted to kiss her more. I let her know I wanted to touch her more. I asked her straight forward if she felt comfortable to ask me to stop if I did anything she did not feel comfortable with. I assured her that if she asked me to stop, I would stop. I meant those words. I would not push her if she asked me to stop.

We began kissing again. I moved closer, letting my body move against hers. My hands roamed over the outside of her clothes. I touched her through her jeans, shirt, and bustier. I could feel her desire rise more as she felt mine pressing against her leg. She put her hand on my cheek, holding my lips against hers. She teased my tongue with hers. I drank in her desire. Feeling it pulse through her body in time with my own.

I suggested moving to the bedroom. She accepted, still saying we wouldn't do anything. I assured her we wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. I gave her one of my t-shirts so that she would be more comfortable than she would in the shirt she was wearing. The t-shirt allowed my fingers room to slip under and touch her skin. There was no question I would take advantage of this for as long as she would allow.

We kissed with more and more intensity. She pressed her body against me as much as I pressed against her. I could feel her rubbing her legs and stomach against my erect cock. I feel her delighting in the feel of my cock as she kissed my lips. My fingers caressed the skin of her back, and her stomach. Inching higher and higher, feeling more and more of her skin under my hands.

We kissed with more and more intensity. She pressed her body against me as much as I pressed against her. I could feel her rubbing her legs and stomach against my erect cock. I feel her delighting in the feel of my cock as she kissed my lips. My fingers caressed the skin of her back, and her stomach. Inching higher and higher, feeling more and more of her skin under my hands.

I felt her tit under my palm. I felt her gasp with pleasure at the touch of my hand. I squeezed and pressed my lips harder against her lips. She moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips against me. I pulled the bustier down to feel her bare tit against my hand. I felt her small, but erect nipple under my fingertips.

I dared to take a chance. I broke the kiss and moved my lips directly to her nipple. She let me. She let me suck her nipple into my mouth. She let me squeeze and suck her nipple with my lips and tongue. My hand went to her ass and I pulled her tight against my body.

That was her final barrier. She couldn't take anymore. Her body now controlled her mind, and her body wanted sex as much or more than I did. Her words said everything. I want to fuck you now. Words that were breathlessly spoken, full of her desire. A desire I intended to fulfill.

We quickly undressed and I positioned myself between her legs. I kissed her as I positioned my cock at her entrance. She was so wet. I could imagine her wetness dripping down her ass to the bed. My cock slid into her without any resistance. All the way until my balls were resting against her ass. I held there just enjoying how I felt inside her pussy and enjoying the feeling of her muscles contracting and throbbing against my cock. I knew then she was having a small orgasm just from the first contact of my cock inside her pussy.

She was mine. She had willingly and gladly gave her body to me, and I was going to take my pleasure in it. I intended to make this last and enjoy every moment. I began thrusting slowly and gently. Reveling in the wetness, and how easily my cock slid in and out of her. Each thrust I pushed as deep as my body would allow, knowing that each time I was pressing her clit between us. I maintained this pace until I brought her to another orgasm. Then I held myself inside her to feel her orgasm while I watched her from above.

I let her catch her breath. The orgasm was not too intense, but she still needed a moment. I readied myself to take her. I was ready now to just fuck her hard.

I did. I pistoned my hips and I drilled my cock into her. From the first thrust, my body slamming into her clit, she gasped and panted. For this time, I now owned her and she was at my mercy. Her pleasure was mine for the taking, and I was taking her pleasure. I slammed my body down into her again and again. Each thrust pushing her ass into the bed, making her bounce back each time I withdrew. Her orgasm hit her fiercely, her fingers desperately wanting to dig into my skin. I didn't relent, but kept fucking her hard. I made her cum and I made her keep cumming on my cock. She had no control over her orgasm, over own body. It was mine, and I was not letting up or giving her a break.

I did eventually let up though. I could feel my own muscles protest the pace I was setting. I pushed into her, holding deep, and pressing my body hard against her clit. Jolene continued to cum, her pussy throbbing around my cock while her pussy squeezed and massaged me. I lowered myself to kiss her neck, and to pinch her nipple with one hand. I stayed still inside her, just enjoying the way her pussy was massaging my cock. I listened to her breathing and trying to catch her breath. I felt her hands on my back, holding me close.

I began thrusting again after she had caught her breath. Gentle strokes again. My lips soft against her neck, gently sucking, and gently marking her neck. She continued to hold me close, letting me know she wanted me right there just like I was. I could feel another orgasm building in her body. I could feel it building slowly, but surely. I kept thrusting, gently, steady, and with the assurance that I would make her cum one more time before I allowed myself to cum inside her. When her orgasm hit, she put her mouth on my shoulder, moaning into my skin, biting gently, and sucking my skin into her mouth. I knew she could taste my sweat and I didn't care. She was welcome to taste all of me if she wanted. I let her calm down from her orgasm once again. I let her catch her breath.

I released my resolve to not cum. I gave my body permission to just feel the pleasure from her and to release my cum into her body.

I raised up again and began thrusting hard. Not as hard as the first time, but hard enough to hear my body hitting her pussy with every thrust. I felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me in every thrust. I heard her moans and gasps of pleasure. I told her I was going to cum. I let it build, and I felt it build. I could feel my cum rising into the shaft of my cock, making my cock feel larger inside of her.

I could feel the point of no return. I could feel my entire body growing tense and the intense pleasure throughout my cock as it stroked in and out of her pussy. The tension built until I couldn't hold it any longer. My orgasm hit my entire body. My cum shot out of my cock. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting through the shaft of my cock like it was massaging the inside of my cock as her pussy was massaging the outside of my cock. Despite how intense my orgasm was hitting me, I could feel her cumming on my cock. Her fingernails were digging into my skin. Her hips thrust up to hold my cock deep inside her. The muscles of her pussy milking all of my cum out of my cock.

It lasted forever, and ended in a moment. I laid down on her, fighting to catch my breath, my chest heaving against her heaving chest. Our sweat mingling on our bodies.

She had to change her mind to get what she wanted. I got what I wanted from before I even saw her.