Alvin Jones, one of the greatest basketball players of all time, had the ball in his hands once again setting up for the last shot. His professional basketball league team, the Avatars, were down one point with four seconds on the clock. Roxy Seaver, a stunning, busty and caramel-flavored Avs cheerleader, had seen this tape many times and knew how this replay would end. Guarded by the leading defensive player in the league, Alvin faked a drive to the right, then crossed over to the left and pulled up for the jumper that could be the game winner.

As the crowd fell eerily silent, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The arc of the spinning sphere was so high, no one was sure it could possibly find the bottom of the net. As the big men boxed out and prepared to battle for the rebound, their effort was in vain, as the ball swished through the rim. The crowd in the packed arena went bonkers, high-fiving and screaming, “A-J! A-J! A-J!…”

Celebrating with the other gorgeous cheerleaders, Roxy saw Michael Elkington, a handsome 6’6″ local business executive and season ticket holder, headed her way.

“Hey Mike! We won! So predictable, right?” she giddily gushed.

“Yeah, happens every time,” he replied.

Michael and Roxy had previously seen each other at Avs special events for season ticket holders, part of the team’s marketing effort. Still single at 48, Mike really liked Roxy’s style. At half his age, she stood 5’10” without heels, had lean curves in all the right places and sported washboard abs. While her bust line was certainly attractive with adequate cleavage created by her natural 36Ds, Roxy’s ass was her most admired body part. Rarely would a man, or woman for that matter, not give her derrière a second or third look. She possessed the kind of perfect heart-shaped booty some women pay tens of thousands to obtain.

“Say, um, Roxy, um, I was, um, wondering if, um, you were available for, um, dinner tonight or sometime this week?”

Michael didn’t know exactly why he was nervous, after all he dealt with complex business and people situations everyday, and he certainly had asked out plenty of beautiful women. Perhaps he remembered all the fans and ballers he’d seen Roxy blow off, and thought he’d get rejected as well. Although he was a bit intimidated by Roxy’s apparent perfection, Michael felt the risk of failure was worth it. Since first laying eyes on Roxy, he’d developed somewhat of a grade school crush on her. Actually, truth be told, he had a very adult grade lust for her flesh, particularly her phat ass.

Little did Michael know, Roxy had experienced a long string of bad relationships and dates with guys who simply couldn’t connect with her. Something weird inside her head caused her to literally lose sexual self control when it came to certain types of men. A highly intelligent woman, she had big dreams of working as a fitness model and eventually becoming an actress. Cheerleading was simply a stepping stone.

Michael was unaware Roxy had been checking him out at past events, noticing his good looks, flair for fashion and love of sports. She knew he was a successful business owner, since he used an arena skybox to entertain clients. But, most importantly, she liked Michael’s calm demeanor and intelligence.

So, in response to Michael’s request she said, “Wow Mike, that’s mighty nice of you. Tonight isn’t good for me…”

Anticipating the virtual slap in the face Michael interrupted, “No, no, I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s OK.”

Similar to Roxy’s situation, Michael hadn’t managed to find the right long term partner. He came close to getting married twice, but the marriage plans fizzled just before the nuptials. Not wanting to strike out a third time, he was very picky and cautious. Both of his previous fiancées had fucked him over real good, each screwing one his closest friends, and mistaking his kindness for weakness.

But Roxy was determined not to miss a chance to go out with Michael. She was selective as well, having been screwed literally and figuratively more times than she really wanted to admit. But she perceived a certain good-heartedness about Mike. He had honest eyes, and was quite the gentleman. She figured this might be a once in a lifetime chance to settle down with a mature established guy. She thought his nervousness was kinda cute.

“What I was about to say Mike is I’d love to hang out with you tomorrow. It’ll give me a chance to get out of this sweaty outfit and clean up a bit, if you know what I mean.”

Michael was so relieved he wanted to do a happy dance, but managed to play it cool. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I could use a little cleaning up myself.”

Both, smiling ear to ear, agreed to meet at his dinner club the next day at 7pm. Suddenly, to Michael’s surprise, Roxy leaned in and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, whispering, “You sure you’re ready for me big man?” After a very naughty shared stare, and a flirty lip lick by Roxy, the two separated sensing something magical was about to happen.

Unable to take his eyes off Roxy’s fine ass as she sauntered away, Mike tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck such a physically fit, statuesque woman. Would she be a total freak or just a so-so lover? Would she take his endowment deep and swallow every last drop of his seed? He wondered if she could take an ass pounding, satisfying his penchant for anal annihilation. His sex life recently had been a bit anemic and he was ready to throw down multiple times a day. He hoped she wasn’t one of those once-a-week type chicks. Mike knew he’d soon discover whether Roxy was a hit or a miss.

Roxy and Michael both arrived 15 minutes early for their dinner date, bumping into each other at the ground floor entrance to the elevator for the 40th floor club and restaurant. “I see you’re an early bird,” Michael said laughing. “Well, I was really looking forward to seeing you,” Roxy purred.

Michael immediately sensed Roxy was ready to pick up where she left off after the basketball game with that surprise peck on his cheek and little flirtations. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, noticing her long curly hair, tasteful diamond necklace, gold-colored spaghetti-strap cocktail dress, and a plunging neckline that accentuated her braless boobage. Her firm natural tits swayed under her dress with her every feminine movement, but only slightly, as if corralled by an invisible force. Unharnessed her breasts separated, creating a deep cleavage trough. They possessed an eye-pleasing tear drop curvature, only partially hidden behind the shimmering fabric of Roxy’s mid-thigh length dress.

Roxy’s hard nipples caught Michaels eye, as both of the double-eraser sized nips seemed to be desperately seeking freedom. In a flash his horny mind imagined the half inch tit-caps trapped between his lips, being lovingly licked by his tantalizing tongue tip. It was hard for Mike to avoid getting turned on as he made a mental note of Roxy’s athletically-thin waist, nicely flared hips, and smooth long legs, end-capped by dainty feet and toes painted red, matching her red-soled 5-inch stilettos.

“Roxy, you look fabulous tonight babe.”

“Thanks Mike. You’re looking mighty fine yourself handsome,” Roxy reciprocated, blushing and smiling provocatively. Her senses were busy too, checking out Mike’s shadow beard and the sophisticated fragrance of his cologne. She admired his bulging pecs, accentuated by a form-fitting shirt and sports jacket. She liked being in the company of a strong successful man, having spent so much of time around apex male professional athletes.

Dropping her eyes to Michael’s crouch, Roxy noticed a shift or pulsing of Michael’s so-called package, causing her to experience a twitch and early signs of wetness in her tight and deep tall girl vagina. As she looked into his eyes, those trustworthy windows to his soul, she felt the urge to connect with him right then and there. She wanted and needed him.

Drawn together as if powered by magnetic force, the two locked lips, setting the tone for an evening of electrifying sexual intimacy.
Roxy was completely unconcerned about messing up her lipstick as she opened her mouth, signaling to Michael she wanted his tongue. He hesitated at first, but when Roxy’s soaking wet oral muscle thrust through his lips, he got with the program and took the lead in orchestrating a passionate, downright nasty, deep french kiss.

With his third leg rising, Michael didn’t hesitate reaching for Roxy’s shapely rear end, gently caressing her smooth muscular rump. Not to be outdone, she repeatedly brushed the back of her hand against his stiffening manhood. Channeling Mae West she said, “Ooh Mike!