It had started with a glance and now that it was all over, I am glad that I had looked. But as I remember the night I had just had with the hottest girl in school, I couldn't help being nervous about what would happen during the day to follow. It all started with that one glance. She gazed across the room in a stare. Watching her intently I moved into the centre of her gaze and clicked her into consciousness. There we stood at either sides of the room, looking directly into each others eyes and the rest is history: I made my way across to where she was standing with two glasses of champagne in my hands.

Before I could even offer one to her she had taken it, sipping precariously out of the flute. She grabbed my tie and pulled me closer to her, whispering 'follow me, if you dare.

' It was her house so I figured she knew where she was going as she waved her tight little arse in front of me. Through her mini skirt I could see the imprint of a g-string, but through her tight, puny shirt I could not see the imprint of a bra. While following her up the stairs I could not help but notice her skirt riding higher and higher as she walked, so high that I could barely glimpse the outline of the black lacy g-string running through her thight, tanned buns. It was enough to make me very randy and a slight bulge in my pants became evident. As she turned around to show me through the door at the top of the stairs she noticed my slightly erect manhood and moved to brush against it as I walked past, sendeing a riveting sensation all the way down my shaft. It was quite obvious to me what lay ahead, and the thought of it excited me to the max. I sat down, admiring the view as she walked through the door. She took my empty glass and asked me if I wanted a decent drink. How could I refuse the offer, so she went to the bar and retrieved glasses from a shelf.

As she bent down, grabbing a bottle from the cupboard, she opened herself up for me to have a good look. Right up the skirt. Oh my god, I nerly blew my load there and then. This teaseing was too much for me to handle, so as she was pouring the drinks I crept up behind her, putting my arms around her and nibbling her neck. She screamed in pleasure, knocking the glass over and spilling it's contents. She turned quickly and shoved me backwards. Without making a noise I landed on my back right in the middle of her King sized bed.

In a flash she was on top of me, kissing me passionately, groping and fondling, moaning and graoning. I tore her clothes off as quickly as I possibly could, grabbing her D cup breasts, toying her very hard nipples.

I couldn't get enough of this beautiful woman that was sharing my passion. As she unzipped my fly I was engulfed in a feeling of pleasure as she placed a block of ice at the base of my very erect manhood.

I giggled as she tickled the underneath of my balls. I screamed as she ran her tongue around the sensitive tip of my length.

I had to feel her warm private part now.

I turned her over and buried my head deep between her thighs, toying, sucking and blowing on her moist lips. As I stuck my tongue deeper and deeper she screamed for more. I quickly slipped three fingers deep into her and started pumping at an alarming rate. But still she wanted more. Jumping up I ripped the rest of my clothes off and lay down flat on my back. She straddled me and my large length entered her tight little softness with consumate ease as she was already very hot and moist.

That night she rode my like a pony many, many times. Each time she screamed louder and finally an enormous feeling of pleasure took us both to the realm. It was the most memorable night of my life and from what I know, hers too. We are still together, and the sex is still absolutely fantastic.