I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood outside Sharon’s apartment door. The scent of her perfume lingered in my mind from our last encounter at the office party, a mix of vanilla and something intoxicatingly feminine. I’d been infatuated with her for months, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was asking her out. Not just for coffee or a casual drink, but for a proper date. My hands trembled slightly as I raised my knuckles to knock, the weight of my decision pressing down on me.

Sharon opened the door with a smile that could light up the darkest room. Her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her lips curved into a playful grin. “Andrew, what a surprise,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “Come in.”

Her apartment was cozy, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights and the scent of lavender candles. I followed her into the living room, my nerves twisting tighter with every step. She offered me a glass of wine, and I accepted, my fingers brushing hers as she handed it to me. The touch sent a jolt through my body, a reminder of why I was here.

“So,” she said, settling onto the couch beside me, “what’s this about?”

I took a sip of wine to steady myself, the liquid burning a path down my throat. “Sharon, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while,” I began, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “Would you… would you go on a date with me?”

Her smile widened, but there was a hint of something else in her eyes—a flicker of understanding, perhaps. “I’d love to,” she said softly. “But there’s something you should know, Andrew.”

My stomach dropped. Had she heard the rumors? Did she already know about… it?

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “I’ve heard things,” she whispered, her lips brushing my earlobe. “About you. About what you’re packing.”

Heat rushed to my face, and I shifted uncomfortably. “Sharon, I—”

She placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. “Don’t apologize,” she said firmly. “It’s not something to be ashamed of. In fact… I’m intrigued.”

Intrigued. The word hung in the air between us, heavy with possibility. I’d always been self-conscious about my size. Past partners had struggled, their eyes widening in shock or their bodies tensing in discomfort. But Sharon… she seemed different.

“I have something that might help,” she said, standing up and walking toward her bedroom. “Stay here.”

I sat alone on the couch, my mind racing. What was she planning? Did she really think she could handle it? The thought both terrified and excited me.

She returned moments later, holding a small bottle of lube. It wasn’t the usual drugstore variety—this was something special, the label adorned with exotic fonts and promises of “maximum glide” and “enhanced pleasure.”

“This should do the trick,” she said, her voice laced with determination. “But first… let me see it.”

My breath caught in my throat. This was it. The moment of truth. I stood up, my heart pounding, and began to unbuckle my belt. Sharon’s eyes never left mine, her gaze intense and hungry.

I slid my pants down, the fabric pooling at my ankles. My boxers followed, and there it was—my cock, thick and heavy, jutting out from my body like a monument. Sharon’s eyes widened, but there was no fear in them, only awe.

“Jesus, Andrew,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s almost inhuman.”

The words sent a thrill through me, a rush of pride and desire I’d never felt before. She stepped closer, her fingers reaching out to trace the veins that pulsed along its length. “May I?” she asked, her voice trembling.

I nodded, unable to speak. She wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers not quite meeting. Her touch was gentle, reverent, as she stroked me slowly, her thumb brushing the sensitive head.

“It’s so… perfect,” she murmured, her eyes locked on her hand moving up and down my shaft. “But I can already tell it’s going to be a challenge.”

Challenge. The word ignited a fire in me, a primal urge to prove myself. I reached for her, pulling her close, my lips crashing against hers. She tasted like wine and desire, her body soft and yielding against mine.

“Let’s do this,” I growled, my voice thick with need.

She led me to her bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, the bed inviting with its silk sheets and plush pillows. Sharon pushed me gently onto the mattress, her eyes never leaving mine as she began to undress.

Her clothes fell away one by one, revealing her flawless body. Her skin was pale and smooth, her curves voluptuous and inviting. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples tight buds of pink. And between her thighs… her pussy was shaved, the lips plump and glistening, a testament to her arousal.

My cock twitched at the sight, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Sharon noticed, her eyes darkening with hunger. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice husky.

“More than you know,” I groaned, reaching for her.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs, her hands resting on my chest. “Let’s try this,” she said, reaching for the bottle of lube. She squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers, the cool gel sending a shiver through me as she began to coat my cock.

Her touch was deliberate, her fingers gliding up and down my length, spreading the lube evenly. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending on fire. She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “Are you ready for me, Andrew?”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my hands gripping the sheets.

She positioned herself above me, her pussy hovering over my cock. I could feel her heat, her wetness teasing the tip. She lowered herself slowly, her lips parting to accept me.

The first inch slid in easily, the lube doing its job. But as she sank down further, her walls tightened around me, her eyes widening at the stretch. “Oh God,” she gasped, her voice strained. “You’re so big.”

“Take your time,” I urged, my hands resting on her hips. “You can do this.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. With slow, deliberate movements, she lowered herself further, her body adjusting to my size. Her pussy was tight, impossibly tight, but the lube helped, reducing the friction as she impaled herself on me.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her head falling back as she took me inch by inch. “It’s… it’s filling me up completely.”

Her words sent a surge of pride through me, my cock throbbing inside her. She was stretching herself to her limits, her determination evident in every tremble of her body.

Finally, she bottomed out, her pussy lips pressed against my pelvis. She stayed still for a moment, her eyes closed, her body adjusting to the fullness. “It’s… incredible,” she whispered, her voice laced with wonder.

“You’re incredible,” I replied, my hands roaming over her body.

She began to move, her hips rocking slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, her tight walls gripping me like a vice. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples brushing against my chest.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice sharp with need. “Fuck me harder, Andrew.”

I obliged, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust upward, meeting her movements with equal force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, our moans and grunts echoing off the walls.

“Oh fuck, Andrew,” she cried, her nails digging into my skin. “Your cock… it’s stretching me so good.”

The sight of her, her body glistening with sweat, her face contorted in pleasure, was almost too much to bear. I was drowning in her, her pussy milking me, her walls clenching around me like a second skin.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her movements becoming frantic. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me, Sharon,” I urged, my voice hoarse. “Let me feel you squirt all over my cock.”

Her body tensed, her pussy convulsing around me as she screamed my name. Her juices flooded my cock, hot and wet, her orgasm rippling through her in waves. I held her close, my thrusts becoming erratic as I chased my own release.

“Fuck, Sharon,” I groaned, my balls tightening. “I’m gonna cum.”

She looked down at me, her eyes wild with desire. “Cum inside me, Andrew,” she pleaded. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

Her words pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed, my cum shooting deep into her, jet after jet of hot seed filling her to the brim. She moaned, her body trembling as she rode out my orgasm, her pussy milking every last drop from me.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies glistening with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sharon rolled onto her side, her head resting on my chest, a satisfied smile on her face.

“That,” she said softly, “was fucking incredible.”

I smiled, my hand stroking her hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with affection. “Well, now that we’ve broken the ice… I think we should do it again. Soon.”

I laughed, pulling her close. “I couldn’t agree more.”

As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I knew this was just the beginning. Sharon had not only accepted my size—she’d embraced it, her determination and enthusiasm turning what could have been a challenge into something extraordinary. And as I drifted off to sleep, her head on my chest, I knew one thing for certain: this was the start of something unforgettable.