All those years of yearning and holding back – and tonight she would finally feel the hot, hard bulk of a man's prick in her cunt.

When the bill was paid, David put his arm around her as they walked to car. Before he opened the door, he grabbed her in his arms and kissed her again, pressing his body up against hers, snaking his tongue into her mouth, his hands finding her enormous tits and kneading them.

Brenda groaned with pleasure, her heart pounding in her chest, her nipples pressing against the lace of her bra, creating an unbearable itch of lust.

Through the silky material of her dress, she could feel his prick pulsing against her cunt, and her clit sparked and shuddered as it swelled with blood.

"Oh, David," she sighed as they broke the kiss.

"You feel so good, Brenda," he murmured.

Then he kissed her again, bringing his hand round her side so he could squeeze her left ass cheek.

Again, sharp sensations of pleasure rushed up Brenda's ass, spreading to her cunt and clit.

"Let's go home! I can hardly wait to feel that beautiful body of yours next to mine." The urgency in David's voice thrilled Brenda.

David drove twenty miles over the speed limit on the way to Brenda's home, and the whole way he kept his hand on her thigh, rubbing up and down it, occasionally drawing it close to her panties.

When they finally arrived at Brenda's house, she was so nervous and excited that she fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice. But at last she got the door open and flicked on the hall light.

They were both far too turned on to bother with the preliminaries of small talk and another drink. She led him straight into her bedroom.

When Brenda turned to him, the moonlight streaming through the window caught the silvery gleam of her hair and outlined the deep line of cleavage between her tits.

David's prick lurched in his pants.