She was, I guessed, almost 30. It was 1970, when short miniskirts were accepted office wear, and hot pants were starting to challenge them. It was als...o in the middle of the Sexual Revolution.I had gotten to know her, in part because she was nice enough to offer me rides at the end of the day, saving me from the bus. She told me that her husband, Alan, was an Army officer deployed in the field. They were absolutely physically faithful, but they both were rather exhibitionistic. He encouraged her. Days went on, days when I longed to see him again, and I was starting to lose hope as the days became weeks. Maybe he had just been toying with me, letting me think he’d come back and fuck my cherry away, and I was annoyed. Stripping down and pissing, I’d masturbate hard until my thobbing cunt would explode, getting angry that he seemed to have just been playing with me.This day was warm, and the thick clouds that started to cover the sun were welcome. I rounded the bend, and the. We groaned in unison. He pushed down on my hips and went in deeper. I tried to moan but the size of his cock filling me took my breath away. There was no way I could get all of him inside me but he didn’t seem to care as he started pumping steadily. “You are so tight,” he murmured as he impaled me on his massive cock. The water seemed to do little as far as slowing his thrusts. His hands gripped my hips almost painfully now. “Squeeze your nipples for me,” he panted, his hands clearly occupied.. ‘Please.’ He sat up and laughed. ‘I can make you wait.’ Leaving me completely alone, he stood and began to take off his clothes. The sight of his bare arms, his chest, his erect cock was near torture. My hands automatically moved to my breast and my pussy. ‘No,’ he scolded. ‘No touching.’ I groaned, but acquiesced. I laced my fingers together and placed them behind my head. ‘Then you better get back here.’ He returned to the bed, naked and warm, and almost immediately, his head disappeared.