I was in my early thirties. Tall and very fit.
Long hair and ripped body.
Tarzan so to speak.
I was moving into a small unit in inner city Sydney and found an ad for a second hand bar fridge not far from my new place.
I wrote and organised to pick it up.
She was nice over the phone and two blocks away.
I arrived and found the tiniest little Asian goddess ever.
She asked me if I had someone to help me carry it down the stairs and when I said I’d handle it she was like wow, you are strong.

Well as I bend down to pick it up I felt her hand against my backside.
I dropped it immediately.
I was taken back by her brazen expression.
She said are you strong enough to pick me up to which I just bent down and heaved her over my shoulder. She then pointed to her bedroom.
Damn.
What followed next was hours of exploring her warmth from her ankles to her thighs.
She dropped an ambrosia over my lips as I explored her tight sexy body.
We indulged in some gymnasts style sex that had me thinking seriously about taking it up as a sport
I especially loved her eye contact as she devoured me and smiled. Her tongue flicking and sliding up and down my shaft and then she climbed back on and rode me for a little while again and again

It ended with a stream of my hot stickiness against her neck and chin.

I cleaned up and pick up the bar fridge and we parted

Needless to say I made a few weekly visits to her apartment until she need to fly back home.