Cheryl by Barry Wagstaff Cheryl had been working at the hospital for several years and though I had met her before, I had not really paid much attention to her. She was much younger than I and was involved with a guy and had a baby girl, so I saw her as unavailable. About a year later I was hanging around the nursery and in came Cheryl to give report on a patient who had recently delivered. Cheryl struck me as just beautiful with her slim figure and long, dark brown hair. She was 5'6" tall and weighed perhaps 120 pounds. She wore her hair pulled back. We struck up a conversation and in that course I discovered that her little girl was 8 months old and that she had thrown the father out and told him never to return. Hummmm, this was a possibility. Cheryl was so carefree as to be refreshing in her abandon about life. She talked openly about any subject. I was definitely turned on by her. A couple of weeks later I mustered the courage and asked her out. She accepted immediately. Whew - it was like being 16 and scared of girls again. We had made our date for the following Monday evening - dinner and getting to know each other. I arrived on schedule and Cheryl was ready, looking lovely in a skirt and blouse. Also there was a baby sitter, an encounter completely foreign to me. After the appropriate instructions to the sitter we set off for restaurant #2, after finding that #1 was closed on Mondays. As I followed Cheryl into the restaurant, I admired her shape. Her legs were partly visible under her knee length skirt and she had great calves. She walked pleasingly as well, with a slight wiggle. Over dinner we discovered each other. Her sense of humor and of the absurd were just marvelous and we seemed to complement each other. Dinner, while in substance was not much to speak of, was otherwise simply splendid. We got back to Cheryl's place about 9pm, she received report from the sitter and then we were alone. We sat on the couch for a time and chatted as I moved ever closer to her space. Eventually I had my arm around her shoulder and she willingly fell back against me. Her blouse fell forward somewhat and I could see down her front and that she was not wearing a bra. What pretty breasts she had. I asked if she had breast fed her daughter and she laughed, said yes, and brought her hand up to press her blouse back against her chest cutting off my view. We snuggled like this for a while, then she said that she wanted to change into some other clothes, got up, turned off all the lights and disappeared into another room. While she was gone I looked around. This was a house which she shared with a roommate. Cheryl had the upstairs and the roommate had the lower level. They shared the kitchen. The upstairs had two bedrooms - one was for the baby. I was impressed with the relative neatness of the house considering the munchkin had free run. I was even more impressed that the place did not smell like a diaper pail. Cheryl returned with a mid-calf length, sarong-type dress on. She plopped back onto the couch almost in my lap and leaned back against me. There was adequate light streaming in from outside to light up the room. It was easy to see down the front of this dress and she made no move to cover herself better. Her beautiful breasts were plainly visible AND, amazingly I could see her pubic hair as well - she wore no panties. My, how carefree. Over the next half-hour I caressed her shoulders and arms and nibbled on the nape of her neck. With my right hand I could gently rub the inside of her right upper arm and, since her arm was against her body, my fingers obligatorily brushed the lateral aspect of her right breast as well. She had perhaps the most wonderful breast I had ever felt (all boys say that about all girl's breasts when they first get to feel them). Within 10 minutes I was fondling her right breast directly and had moved my left hand around to rub her tummy. It was firm and not flabby at all even though she had had a baby. I was wondering what her pussy was like. The last childborn woman with whom I had had sex had a terribly loose puss. Cheryl squirmed and said that what I was doing felt good. I moved my left hand down and under her dress. Her thighs were heavenly in texture. Gently I pressed down between them and they parted. My fingers walked up the inside of her left leg until I met fur. With slight rotation I was able to find her slit and partake of the wetness I found there. A little adjustment and I found her clitoris. One swirl around her clit and Cheryl turned toward me and planted her lips on mine. I moved my left hand from her crotch and she caught me and stuffed it back. I laughed and she giggled. "We'll be more comfortable on the bed.", she suggested, and we moved to her bedroom after a quick peek in on the kid. Cheryl's bed was a waterbed - I had never even been on a waterbed before, much less made love on one. In one swoop, Cheryl had removed her dress and was lying naked on the bed. I exorcised my clothes and joined her. She guided me directly between her legs and so I moved up and sucked on her nipples. This placed my dick squarely at the entrance to her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled hard enough for my dickhead to plop inside of her vagina. GOD! This woman had one of the tightest pussies I had ever felt. One question was obviously answered - the tightness of a woman's pussy has nothing to do with her childbirth status. My brain said to eat this woman, but having my dick now just inside of her was a bit more than biology could contend and it must have been so for Cheryl as well, as she began a gentle, slow thrusting motion designed to draw my pecker into her as the shaft became gradually more lubricated with each motion. I elected to match her motion, thrust-for-thrust. My load was rising and I could feel my nuts tightening. Cheryl had her arms wrapped around me and was panting in my ear. "God but you feel great!", I whispered in her ear. "Catch this.", she whispered back, and instantly my dick was just about cut in two. This was the best pussy muscle control I had ever seen (felt). "I'm going to blow my wad.", I exclaimed suddenly. "Please!", she responded, and I erupted inside of her with a huge gush. I was sure it would never end as she quite literally milked me with her vaginal muscles. Near the end of my spurting I started to slow down my thrusts and Cheryl spoke up through gritted teeth, "Don't...stop...please!", so I renewed my ramming. Within seconds Cheryl was grunting and bearing down with her body twitching very slightly. A moment later she said, "Ohhhhhh, it feels so good to cum." With that we snuggled up together and fell asleep. Several hours later, the baby awoke and Cheryl got up to tend to her. When Cheryl returned, I was awake and had another erection. I grabbed her and positioned her on her knees. Holding onto her breasts I entered her easily as she was still sopping wet from my previously unloading. She quickly accommodated her pussy tightness to my dick and with a couple of powerful squeezes she had my cum rising again. "I'm gonna cum again!", I exclaimed. "Me, too!", she responded, and we bucked together like a couple of wild animals collapsing in a heap afterward. We slept until about 9am. I awakened to Cheryl giving me a blowjob to end all blowjobs in which I came yet again in a gush. She swallowed every drop something that no woman has ever done with me before. Cheryl and I had a short, intensely warm relationship and remain friends to this day.