Several years ago, I pulled into a Racetrac filling station in North Dallas. As I was filling my car, I noticed a lady on the other side of my pump having trouble getting the pump too work. I told her I would go inside and have an attendant re-set the pump. We got to talking and she gave me her phone number. A couple of days later, I called and we arranged to meet over a coffee/Coke.
This girl was shy and I could tell she had little interaction with men and dating. We started seeing each other, mostly over a meal. As a Manufacturer's Rep and having an overnight show in a pricy downtown hotel, we arranged her to attend the evening-before party/open bar. Numerous Agencies were hosting their own parties for anyone wanting to walk in. Our plans were for her to go home at a late hour. An ice storm moved in and shut down travel in the city. I couldn't get her another room as the hotel was booked solid, so, we ended up sleeping together.
Anna was 34, about 5' 1" and weighed in the neighborhood of 100 lbs, give or take a couple. She was 37, never married and never had sex with a man. She confided, later, that she had "a couple" sex toys.
She lived alone in her small house and did not have any family; at least none close by.
The next morning, she told me she wanted, for the longest time, to experience a man's cock inside her but did not know about how to acquire a true friend to accomplish the task. The ice storm solved that.
The sex with Anna was unlike anything I had ever read or heard about. When the discomfort of her first cock subsided and her juices were flowing at their fullest, she became a sexual animal. I guess it was all about getting a weight off her shoulders that had been there for years. She didn't cum that first fuck but we stayed awake most of the night, with her mouth awakening me every little while, after a lengthy fuck. She said she never wanted the night too end and asked if I would move in with her. Anna turned out to be a hoarder; she couldn't throw anything away. Her house had stacks of everything imaginable, with narrow walkways to various rooms. The first time there, she asked me to close my eyes, as she led me to her bedroom. I literally was speechless. I told her when she got rid of the mess, to call me. The last time I saw her, we met for lunch. I asked about the mess and she just said she couldn't part with all of it and just didn't know where to start, anyway.
But I damned near fell head over heels for that ultra tight pussy. I sometimes think she could have been rehabilitated.