Lesbian Female / 38
After a serious break up I decided to take a fantasy trip and went on a three week safari to Africa. I signed up with this tour out of Nairobi. Three countries and six camps. I wanted to get away.
On the tour was a couple, in their late fifties. From the very beginning the man was all over me. At one point I told him point blank that I wasn't interested and I was a lesbian, and I had just ended an eight year relationship with my partner and the last think I wanted was some sixty year old chasing me trying to get in my pants. I didn't do guys, young or old, rich or poor. I was a confirmed lesbian.
But it didn't stop, I took every meal with them and talked. His wife totally oblivious to his advances. I stopped counting the times I sat on his hand when I was getting into the land rover. How many times he put his arm around my shoulder to show me something. I sat beside him, his wife in the seat in front. Beside him so he could put his hand on my knee, my thigh, his arm around me, smell my hair. He was so persistent that I started to get horny.
In my tent alone I would tell myself I was stupid. How could I let this old man get to me, to actually get to me to the point that I looked forward to his hands all over me. To dream about him coming to my tent and abusing me and then going back to his wife. But I dreamed about him and masturbated thinking about him, pretending we were lost alone in the jungle and he saved me.
In Tanzania, at this one camp, with tents that weren't too old, he came to my tent just like I had been dreaming. I opened the tent and went back to the bed and got under the covers and laid on my stomach to wait for him. He put his hands under the covers, up my legs, then between my legs until he put his finger under my panties and pulled the aside and started to play with me, to touch me and put his finger in me, to put his finger up against my anus, back to my vagina, to touch and play until my legs were no longer able to stay shut. I was giving in without resistance to him, for him to take my virginity. I was about to turn 36 and I was going to let a man have me.
He turned me over and pulled my panties off and pushed my nightgown up over my hips and put his mouth on my lips and slipped his tongue into me and I opened my legs for him. Oral sex was not new to me, and I opened myself completely, leaning back into the bed and raising my hips for him. His mouth was hot, hotter than I would ever have thought, his tongue worked around inside, tasting and feeling every corner, my vagina, my clitoris. He moved around to be between my legs and he held me down hard by my hips and put his tongue in me and with his lips and his tongue on my clitoris I started to push hard against him, asking for him to get on me and do what he came to do.
He was much heavier than he looked, he was a big man, about 240 pounds, I was about half his size, with my legs as far open as I could get them and he was in between and I felt his penis push past my lips and he found my vagina. I don't know if I said anything, I pushed up as hard as I could with my hips and I felt my nerves shoot through me, like I had never felt before, it came again, and then it was a complete release of energy as I had my first orgasm in months. This old man, this sixty year old man, had fucked me, had worn me down until he fucked me and without even trying, had sent me into an all or nothing orgasm.
I tried to separate but he would not let go until he also came and slowly released all of his creatures inside of me.
This was and has been my only sexual intercourse with a man. It is a warm if unsettling memory. And sometimes, I relive that night and masturbate with a toy I bought and I named Frank after him. I guess I think about him often, like today, when I started to play with myself, I though about him again.
On the tour was a couple, in their late fifties. From the very beginning the man was all over me. At one point I told him point blank that I wasn't interested and I was a lesbian, and I had just ended an eight year relationship with my partner and the last think I wanted was some sixty year old chasing me trying to get in my pants. I didn't do guys, young or old, rich or poor. I was a confirmed lesbian.
But it didn't stop, I took every meal with them and talked. His wife totally oblivious to his advances. I stopped counting the times I sat on his hand when I was getting into the land rover. How many times he put his arm around my shoulder to show me something. I sat beside him, his wife in the seat in front. Beside him so he could put his hand on my knee, my thigh, his arm around me, smell my hair. He was so persistent that I started to get horny.
In my tent alone I would tell myself I was stupid. How could I let this old man get to me, to actually get to me to the point that I looked forward to his hands all over me. To dream about him coming to my tent and abusing me and then going back to his wife. But I dreamed about him and masturbated thinking about him, pretending we were lost alone in the jungle and he saved me.
In Tanzania, at this one camp, with tents that weren't too old, he came to my tent just like I had been dreaming. I opened the tent and went back to the bed and got under the covers and laid on my stomach to wait for him. He put his hands under the covers, up my legs, then between my legs until he put his finger under my panties and pulled the aside and started to play with me, to touch me and put his finger in me, to put his finger up against my anus, back to my vagina, to touch and play until my legs were no longer able to stay shut. I was giving in without resistance to him, for him to take my virginity. I was about to turn 36 and I was going to let a man have me.
He turned me over and pulled my panties off and pushed my nightgown up over my hips and put his mouth on my lips and slipped his tongue into me and I opened my legs for him. Oral sex was not new to me, and I opened myself completely, leaning back into the bed and raising my hips for him. His mouth was hot, hotter than I would ever have thought, his tongue worked around inside, tasting and feeling every corner, my vagina, my clitoris. He moved around to be between my legs and he held me down hard by my hips and put his tongue in me and with his lips and his tongue on my clitoris I started to push hard against him, asking for him to get on me and do what he came to do.
He was much heavier than he looked, he was a big man, about 240 pounds, I was about half his size, with my legs as far open as I could get them and he was in between and I felt his penis push past my lips and he found my vagina. I don't know if I said anything, I pushed up as hard as I could with my hips and I felt my nerves shoot through me, like I had never felt before, it came again, and then it was a complete release of energy as I had my first orgasm in months. This old man, this sixty year old man, had fucked me, had worn me down until he fucked me and without even trying, had sent me into an all or nothing orgasm.
I tried to separate but he would not let go until he also came and slowly released all of his creatures inside of me.
This was and has been my only sexual intercourse with a man. It is a warm if unsettling memory. And sometimes, I relive that night and masturbate with a toy I bought and I named Frank after him. I guess I think about him often, like today, when I started to play with myself, I though about him again.
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