This story is about Emily, the 47th woman I slept with, and the hottest sex of my life, quite literally.

Emily was a 5'7, pale, eccentric, hippie-esque librarian type. She dressed in these long bohemian dresses with funky patterns, and wore big, equally funky colored glasses. She never wore any makeup, and always kept her dry, frizzy brown hair in a messy bun.

She frequented the bookstore I worked at, and would ask me the most random questions, often ignoring other employees who were closer to her to seek me out specifically. I'd answer whatever question she had that day, and she'd use that moment to sprinkle in a little small talk as well. It was harmless flirting, and I didn't think much of it at first, but after a few months, my curiosity grew. She was so unlike anyone else that displayed interest in me, I questioned if she was actually into me, or if it was my ego looking too deep into it.

She came in one day when I happened to be on my lunch break, and I decided I would initiate the small talk with her for the first time to get a better gauge on what this was, if anything.

"Is this seat taken?," I asked, approaching the cafe table she was eating a muffin at.

"Oh, my, no, no, of course! Sit! Sit!," she said with a nervous excitement as she instinctively fluffed up her hair and sat up straight.

She had been thumbing through a book on art history, so I asked her about it. It turns out, she herself was a painter, and giddily took out her phone to show me some of her works. They were legitimately good, and I complimented her earnestly, to which she blushed.

I could tell she was interested, and the only thing I could think of in the moment to progress things was to say I knew nothing about art, but I wouldn't mind checking out a gallery some day to culture myself. She lit up at the suggestion, blushing again, and gave me her number.

"If you're ever interested, give me a call, I'd love to teach you some things. Wait, haha, that came out wrong. What I mean is--

"No, no it's okay haha. I got it."

That night, I texted her to make plans for an art gallery hang, and got an interesting reply.

"Hi Brian. I'm sorry to be so forward, but are you seeing anyone? I don't want to make things awkward if you are."

The fact she wanted to clarify that this was a date date was all I needed.

"Nope. I'm free to see whoever and do whatever."

"Okay, cool. Me too."

Then, after a few minutes, she sent a followup text that sealed the deal.

"Here's my address. You can stop by before we go to the gallery."

Needless to say, readers - we never made it to the gallery.

I showed up to her place, which might as well have been a greenhouse, given the amount of house plants she had scattered around the apartment, and the level of heat and humidity inside it.

She answered the door in her typical boho wear, her pale skin glistening, her naturally frizzy hair even frizzier than usual.

"Sorry about the heat, my air conditioner crapped out a few hours ago. What luck, right? But we won't be here long anyway. Let me just show you some pieces I'm working on..."

She directed us towards one piece in particular she had in her living room.

"Wow. Looks great," I replied. Staring at it, feeling her eyes on me as I checked it out, her nervous smile beaming in my periphery.

"Thanks...," she replied, still beaming.

There we stood, awkwardly smiling at each other in this sauna of an apartment, doing our best to ignore the fact that it was a sauna, unable to think of anything else to say to each other, given how different we were.

And just like that, as if we both momentarily shared the same brain, we leaned into each other at the same time and shared a kiss. No organic lead up to it, just an unspoken, mutual understanding that she followed me around my job for a reason, I sought her out on my break for a reason, I asked her out for a reason, and she asked me if I was single for a reason. I was in the apartment less than five minutes before we started sucking face.

I had had my share of experiences with older women, we both knew what this was and what it could only ever be, and we simultaneously decided in that moment that we didn't need the fluff.

We stood there, kissing in the scorching living room. I started nibbling her neck, taking in the faint smell of sweat that had started forming on her, and reached around to give her ass a firm squeeze. It was super soft. Like clay in my hands I could sculpt to my liking. I guess I was a fellow artist, in my own way.

She took me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom, where she opened the window and immediately sat on the sill.

I got down on my knees and lifted her dress up, pulled her white panties down, and was hit with the strongest smelling pussy I've ever experienced in my life.

I think I mentioned it in previous stories, but I have a bit of a smell kink, so I absolutely loved it. It only added to the primal aspect of it all. An immediate kiss without small talk, sweltering heat, and a musky pussy? We were cave people.

I went to work on her sweaty, tangy pussy as she ran her fingers through my hair and sighed.

Every so often I'd look up at her to catch her staring down at me with a warm smile, her piercing blue eyes beaming behind her glasses.

"You are...really good at that," she said in a breathy, relaxed voice as I sucked her clit and reveled in her smell, which was getting stronger the wetter she got.

"I'm sorry," she continued, as her scent finally reached her own nose. "Little strong today..."

"I fucking love it," I replied, and buried my face in her wet slit, taking an exaggerated whiff to eliminate all doubt.

"Ugh, be still my heart, haha," she giggled and blushed, relieved, and continued playing with my hair as I made out with her pussy.

I slid a finger into her dripping wet pussy and massaged her g-spot while I continued sucking her clit.

"Yep. There we go, haha. Oh god," she responded, now grabbing my hair firmly as opposed to running her fingers through it.

"Let's get this off you, though," she continued, tugging at my shirt and pulling it over my head.

I stood up and took the rest of my clothes off, and she did the same, stepping out of her navy blue dress, exposing her petite tits and tight body.

I rolled my boxer briefs down and her eyes lit up.

"Uh, I think we need to switch places," she suggested, and I leaned against the window while she dropped to her knees.

Feeling the cool breeze on my ass while she took me into her warm mouth sent a shiver down my spine.

As per usual in moments like this, I tried to make sense of it all, as it was happening.

A few days ago, she was nothing more than a harmless flirt who not so subtly hinted that she was interested in me. Now she was on her knees with my dick in her mouth, the taste of her salty juices were in my mouth, and my nose was filled with her musky scent. Funny what a difference a few days makes.

Once again, our shared brain kicked in, and she started sucking my dick like I gave her a guide on how to do it, focusing solely on sucking the head forcefully, which always got me going.

She dug her nails into my ass and pulled me close as she worked the tip of my cock.

My thighs were getting sweaty quickly, as was the rest of my body, and she seemed to delight in that, taking a moment to bury her face in my crotch and take a deep whiff.

"Ahh. Delicious."

"Ha. Yeah?"

"Smells like...a real man."

"You wanna get fucked by one?"

"Oh, god yes."

She got up from the floor and crawled onto the bed, getting in doggy position immediately, and I was able to get a good look at that soft pale ass for the first time.

Her cheeks were flat but wide, and they drooped down in a teardrop shape. Because she had an otherwise thin frame, her ass stood out from the rest of her body in a way I found super attractive.

I got behind her and played with her pussy and ass for a little bit, and rubbed my cock along her slit, as I often did before doggy.

"No, no. Get in there, haha," she playfully commanded, as she wiggled her hips in anticipation.

"Haha. Not a fan of teasing, huh?"

"Not today, ha."

I did as I was told, and slid inside her wet pussy slowly.

"Now we're talkin'," she muttered softly, as I got to work.

I told her I was gonna fuck her like a real man, and I had to deliver. I wasted no time getting into a hard and fast rhythm, slamming into her sweaty, soft cheeks. Her moans and grunts were all the confirmation I needed that I was doing my thing, but she was also very talkative, which I really enjoyed.

"Ooh, god, yeah, that's fucking good."

"You like that?"

"Ugh, fuck. I fucking love it. Oh god, Brian. Just like that. Just like that. Come on. Come on."

The heat was insufferable, and I got drenched in no time, my eyes burning with sweat, my lower back dripping, my hands losing the firm grip I had on her cheeks because we were both covered in sweat. The earthy, musky smell of her pussy and ass intensifying, wafting with every stroke - and I loved every minute of it. It only made me wanna fuck harder. I grabbed her waist for a better grip and really got in there, the sounds of her wet cheeks clapping echoing in the room.

"Oh god. A real man for sure, ha. Fuck."

After a few minutes of some really solid pounding, she leaned forward and collapsed on the bed, rolling onto her back.

"Look at you," she said panting, staring my sweaty body up and down in wonder, eyes widened. "What a stud."

I chuckled and got ready for missionary, but she put her hands on my chest to stop me.

"No no no, you need a break. It's my turn for a workout," she continued, patting the mattress.

"Lay down. I got this now."

I'm thankful she stopped me, because I definitely didn't have any gas left in me at that point. I rolled onto my back and got ready for a ride. I just didn't know how wild that ride would be.

She lowered herself onto my cock slowly and sat still. She stuck her tongue out and fanned herself.

"Phew. Okay," she continued, getting ready to ride me in this musky, scorching sauna we created.

Just as I wasted no time pounding her, she wasted no time riding me like she was going for a speed record, grinding back and forth so furiously I had to grip the sheets and tighten my core to prevent from sliding around. The fact that she was doing it in the extreme heat made it even more impressive. It was like she was riding that fast to create her own breeze and fan her entire body.

"Come on. Come on. Come on," I said through gritted teeth, holding on for dear life while also challenging her to take it up a notch - if another notch was even humanly possible.

"Oh I'm coming alright. Cumming right on that fucking dick."

She gripped my sides, and her back and forth motions got shorter, but no less frantic. She rode in quick, short strides, trying to maximize the friction on her clit.

I really wanted to play with her ass and tits, but I had had enough sex to know that when a woman is clearly that close to orgasm, especially when riding, you don't do a fucking thing to change her rhythm, and instead just let her use your cock to get off. So I put my hands behind my head and took in the visual of this previously shy artsy chick trying to start a fire on my dick, glasses sliding down her sweaty face, hair a matted, frizzy mess as she closed in on her orgasm.

Then, like clockwork, her moans got louder, her breathing got heavier, and those familiar pussy spasms hugged my cock, and I knew she had gotten hers.

She collapsed onto me, her armpits now as ripe and intoxicating as every other part of her body. She held my face in her hands and kissed me frantically. While I was still inside her.

"Thank you." (mwah) "Thank you." (mwah) "Thank you." (mwah)

I took her glasses off and moved her dripping, matted hair away from her face, and we shared a deeper, sloppier kiss.

I reached around, ran my fingers down her sweaty crack and played with her moist asshole.

"Mmm," she moaned, as she bit my lower lip and hopped off of me, getting ready to suck my dick again to finish me off, but positioned herself so that I could continue playing with her asshole as she did it.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, taking in the musky funk of the room and lazily rubbed her sweaty asshole as I got closer to blowing my load.

"Ugh. Fuck. Ugh. I'm cumming..." my voice trailed off, as I gave her ass a few playful pats as a heads up.

I came in her mouth and she swallowed every spurt as it came to her, zapping me of what little energy I had left.

Once I finished, she gave me a proud smile and laid down next to me. We cuddled in the heat until we worked up enough energy to get some water and take a cold shower together.

We would end up fucking for months, but no moment was hotter than that first hookup.