ok.. so .. about 7 years ago, I had just gone through a miserable divorce.. and start the dating thing...
Met a very attractive woman, about 10 years younger than me.. the sex was fabulous, she was very verbal, uninhibited, morally bankrupt, into the garter belt - stocking thing (a favorite of mine to this day).. the perfect rebound relationship.
So.. one Saturday night, she comes over to my place and says she has something "special" in mind.. she says to pour myself a martini and relax, she wants to "get ready." She goes back into my bedroom, shuts the door, I sit back, pour myself a drink.. put some music on.
So, after awhile, the bedroom door opens, she walks out.. she has on one of my crisp, white dress shirts (it comes down to about mid thigh on her).. very sheer nude stockings, an ivory garter belt, taupe, very high heeled pumps.. and a strand of pearls... and nothing else. She said.. "Let's have some fun." Well.. being a red blooded American, who am I to say no?.. so I go to her... breathe in her perfume.. nuzzle her neck.. start to undo the buttons on the shirt... when
she stops me and says.. no.. not here.
I look at her quizackly I'm sure.. and she says, "we're going somewhere." I look at her.. kind of laugh a little bit.. and ask, "uh.. dressed like this?"
Well.. she asks for the car keys and away we go.
As we drive, I ask her a few times where we are going... her replies of "just wait and see" are punctuated with her longingly touching herself in that place we all know so well.
Within a short amount of time (or so it seemed).. she pulled in front of a well known establishment here in the Dallas area... the Lido Adult Bookstore. She slides one finger well.. we know where and says.. sometimes, I just like to.. well...really enjoy myself.
Sooooo.... we go inside.. I buy our tickets to go into the theater.. and we sit down.. in an adult theater.. in the back row (there's room behind the back room)... an adult film is playing in all of its glory... and there are probably 30 or so "patrons" in the movie theater.. most of whom have now taken a strong interest in her... the next thing I know.. she had slipped off her pumps and her stockinged feet are spread apart, resting on the chairs in front of us... she was undoing the buttons on the shirt she had on... the men in the row in front of her already began to massage her feet and calves. Eventually, the shirt is opened all the way.. and
Well.. there are "private" rooms there as well in which you can put money into the television in the room and "adult" movies are shown in the private rooms as well.... So, we eventually end up in one of those private rooms.. with 7 other guys all of whom are ready to go...
Since this is still a relatively "family" site, you will have to use your imagination as to the performance she put on but after about an hour and everyone being... satiated, we ended up back in my car.. on the way home...
I remember one of the things she said on the drive back to my place was.. "I hope you enjoyed watching me as much as I enjoyed doing that.. because I am so not nearly through with you!"
I wonder where she is now...
Met a very attractive woman, about 10 years younger than me.. the sex was fabulous, she was very verbal, uninhibited, morally bankrupt, into the garter belt - stocking thing (a favorite of mine to this day).. the perfect rebound relationship.
So.. one Saturday night, she comes over to my place and says she has something "special" in mind.. she says to pour myself a martini and relax, she wants to "get ready." She goes back into my bedroom, shuts the door, I sit back, pour myself a drink.. put some music on.
So, after awhile, the bedroom door opens, she walks out.. she has on one of my crisp, white dress shirts (it comes down to about mid thigh on her).. very sheer nude stockings, an ivory garter belt, taupe, very high heeled pumps.. and a strand of pearls... and nothing else. She said.. "Let's have some fun." Well.. being a red blooded American, who am I to say no?.. so I go to her... breathe in her perfume.. nuzzle her neck.. start to undo the buttons on the shirt... when
she stops me and says.. no.. not here.
I look at her quizackly I'm sure.. and she says, "we're going somewhere." I look at her.. kind of laugh a little bit.. and ask, "uh.. dressed like this?"
Well.. she asks for the car keys and away we go.
As we drive, I ask her a few times where we are going... her replies of "just wait and see" are punctuated with her longingly touching herself in that place we all know so well.
Within a short amount of time (or so it seemed).. she pulled in front of a well known establishment here in the Dallas area... the Lido Adult Bookstore. She slides one finger well.. we know where and says.. sometimes, I just like to.. well...really enjoy myself.
Sooooo.... we go inside.. I buy our tickets to go into the theater.. and we sit down.. in an adult theater.. in the back row (there's room behind the back room)... an adult film is playing in all of its glory... and there are probably 30 or so "patrons" in the movie theater.. most of whom have now taken a strong interest in her... the next thing I know.. she had slipped off her pumps and her stockinged feet are spread apart, resting on the chairs in front of us... she was undoing the buttons on the shirt she had on... the men in the row in front of her already began to massage her feet and calves. Eventually, the shirt is opened all the way.. and
Well.. there are "private" rooms there as well in which you can put money into the television in the room and "adult" movies are shown in the private rooms as well.... So, we eventually end up in one of those private rooms.. with 7 other guys all of whom are ready to go...
Since this is still a relatively "family" site, you will have to use your imagination as to the performance she put on but after about an hour and everyone being... satiated, we ended up back in my car.. on the way home...
I remember one of the things she said on the drive back to my place was.. "I hope you enjoyed watching me as much as I enjoyed doing that.. because I am so not nearly through with you!"
I wonder where she is now...
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