It’s later in the day on a weekend, and everyone just wandered off to find something to do. She’s simple. She’s making her way to my dining room, where we had earlier set up a puzzle on top of a large wooden table.

The dining room, currently our puzzle war room, is good-sized, and it opens up into my backyard with a slider and large windows, making the scene picturesque with the trees, and lawn, and flowers, in the backyard.

She’s subtle. Quiet and soft-spoken, with a kindness and compassion that’s apparent when you meet her. Short reddish hair, with freckles and Celtic-like features; and all with a devilish grin and an endless sparkle.

Underneath her outwardly professional, demure, mild-mannered ways, is a passion not readily known. An unbridled passion, an unrestrained enthusiasm, that burns and longs for someone to love – and to be loved.

She’s beautiful, she’s sexual, and she has curves and hips, coupled with a natural understanding of how to use them. Nothing is more magnificent than getting behind her, holding those hips, while she pushes back on me.

Don’t let her modest unassuming ways fool you. Having found the right guy, she’s been opening herself up to new experiences. The jacuzzi at the Mirage; the Ferris wheel at the OC Fair; the Jerry Garcia Symphonic Celebration with The San Francisco Symphony; The Hotel St. Marie; The Fox Theatre in Oakland; The Warfield; The Bill Graham Civic Auditorium in San Francisco; along Fink Road near Patterson; Bob Weir’s First Fusion with The Marin Symphony; Asian massage parlors; Umphrey’s McGee; The Queen Mary; Tedeschi Trucks in San Francisco on New Years Eve; the Chris Robinson Brotherhood shows; a bubble on a hill at Outside Lands in Golden Gate Park; Cinecon; pressed up against glass overlooking Hollywood Boulevard; all of the Beck shows; The Egyptian Theater; laughing with Jack Nicholson at the Hollywood Wax Museum; Béla Fleck; the Four Seasons Hotel in Westlake Village; and many more.

Which takes me back to the puzzle, the dining room table, where I could not help but notice she was standing, fully bent over with her elbows on the table, her chin perched in one hand, and a puzzle piece in the other.

There she is, wearing a white sundress, those hips and that ass held high, working on the puzzle, not noticing me, while I walk around the room appreciating her curves, her body, her cleavage, from different angles.

She’s my prey, and I like to play with my food before I eat it, so I take my time, thinking about how I wanna fuck her, fantasizing about how it’s gonna feel to penetrate her pussy again. The thoughts make me hard.

I make a decision. I walk up behind her, firmly put my hands on her hips, and I begin to take control of her body. She tenses up, and I can hear a little gasp from shock. She knows what’s happening. It’s that time again.

I lift up the back of her sundress, and admire her ass a little, before starting to rub her pussy through her panties. Using a finger to apply pressure between her lips, I can feel her panties getting wet for me.

Like unwrapping a present, my body becomes fully aroused as I lift her dress more, and I begin to pull her panties down, stopping half-way, around her knees. She moves, which is wrong. She needs correction.

I put my hand on her lower back, and begin to move it up along her spine, firmly toward the back of her neck, so she knows to remain bent over.

I lean on her body with mine, so she can feel my weight, which makes her take a stronger position, steadying her feet firmly on the white tile floor.

I take her hands in mine, and I plant our hands together on the table, mine on top of hers, scrambling puzzle pieces, spreading her fingers.

Spreading fingers wide is encouraged for proper form, particularly in poses like Adho Mukha Svanasana, to promote a strong and stable foundation for the hands and wrists. It will allow her to forcibly push back.

I stand up tall to review my work. She’s in perfect position, excellent alignment, she’s almost ready for me. I love grabbing her ass while using my foot to bring her panties all the way down to the ground. I pause.

She didn’t move. She stayed still and in position, waiting for me. “Good girl,” I tell her in a low voice. My reward for her submission. I reach down for her panties, enjoying my face close to her pussy. I give it a gentle kiss.

Her panties gone, feeling exposed, perfectly bent over the table, I stand up tall again. I use my foot to tap the inside of her legs so she opens them, so she spreads her legs to adjust her height. Exactly where I want it.

There’s no need to touch it. I can see by simply looking at it that she’s already wet and anticipating me; and when I start to use my hands to massage her ass, I hear that most delightful wet squishy sound from her.

“This isn’t gonna take a long,” I tell her, unbuttoning my pants. “I just need a favor,” I explain, pulling down my boxers. “I fucking need to feel you,” I admit, reaching down for my cock. “I’m gonna cum in you.” She knows.