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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 37
I am 37 and have only had two lovers in my life. The first was in high school with the dream boy. Of course I wasn't the only one and he much preferred to find more girls along the way. I fell to the side pretty early and I was hurt bad enough that I had trouble with relationships. Lots of trouble. Enough trouble that I started seeing a therapist when I turned 30, my gift to myself.
When I told my therapist that I had not been sexual from the time I was 17 she advised me to just do it, troll for a man who is looking for a lay and get laid. Get lucky, is what she said. To be lucky you have to go to the pond where the men are fishing and don't get too interested in their current marital status. Just get laid again.
Well easier said than done, when I went to one of these so called pick up bars I was surrounded by women, of all ages, waiting for some sixty year old in a Corvette to pick them up. Or, sitting beside you and making conversation and putting their hand on your thigh and realizing it was some fifty year old lesbian looking for a lay herself. In any event trolling at these bars didn't help.
I was eating alone on Sunday afternoon at the counter at PF Chang's. It was four o'clock and the counter was empty. A woman in her thirties sat beside me and ordered a glass of white wine. I got the urge and ordered one too. The counter was empty, but she sat beside me. We didn't talk, she did her nails for a minute, looked at her phone for minute, spoke to the bartender and then sort of so so she asked me if what I had ordered was good, and she ordered the same. And another glass of wine so I ordered another glass of wine.
We had three glasses of wine and we got into a conversation and her hand did get on my thigh and she told me that I was pretty, she picked up my face and looked at me and confirmed that she thought I was pretty. She told me that when she turned 30, she was 33 then, she had thought about getting an augmentation. She stopped, she said really women didn't care if you had fake tits. She asked me if I cared and if I thought her tits were fine the way they were. Her hand kept running up and down my thigh and she asked me if I was a runner, because women with strong thighs were usually runners. I told her no, all I did was walk up the steps at my office every day. She laughed and told me she had tried running but her hips weren't meant for running, in the wild she would have been lion prey pretty quick, or maybe for some horrid ape man. Glad we lived today and didn't have to run away from ape men chasing you.
It was six o'clock and we were still there and the counter had filled up and we decided not to order another drink. We got up and she helped me off the stool. Standing side by side my five foot four was a little shorter than her five foot seven, and she had heels on. She asked me to hold her hand and keep her steady, those glasses of wine had done their thing on her. We laughed and walked out with her holding on to my hand. We stood outside the restaurant for a long while talking, face to face holding both hands. She bumped her chest against me and asked if it wouldn't be funny if our boobs were on the same level. She put both her arms around my waist and pulled me up to her and told me she felt we had known each other for a long time, to hug her tight so she could feel my boobs against her. She didn't let me go before telling me she thought I was pretty.
We looked at each other for a long time, at least two minutes, eyes locked together, her arms around me and my arms around her and the kiss came. I closed my eyes. Her hands moved up to hold my face and the kiss lasted a long time. My first kiss because my boyfriend in high school never kissed. When she stopped she told me I was just too pretty and if I wanted to go home with her.
We went to her place, a real nice condo, well decorated. She sold real estate and did very well and she was gentle and helped me out of my clothes, asked me again if I thought her tits were fine, she loved my tits and we lay down on the bed and she showed me there was a different way to make love. I did have an orgasm, I must have been repressed for one, I came very quickly. But she helped me get back into the mood and help her have her orgasm and we laid in bed naked. We did get our boobs together.
She has a lover man, a man who pretty much pays for most everything for her. She sees him a couple of days a week, but she doesn't have sex with him that often. Once in a while. It is an old affair that started when she was 26. He still pays for everything and she still sees him, has lunch with him and once in a while has sex. I met him, she introduced me to him, he was nice, an older man in his late sixties. His passion is golf and plays at courses all over the world. He has a group of retired executives who travel to play golf. He made love to me one night. It wasn't at all like I remembered intercourse, it was on a bed with the lights off and he was very gentle and played with me until I was 'receptive'. But then when it was over I went back to my girlfriend and we had crazy sex.
She and I live together, we moved to Phoenix where he moved. She is works in real estate there and I found a job working for a warehousing firm (I am an accountant by trade). He still buys just about everything for us, he is in his mid seventies but is in very good shape. He likes having two women on his arms, he says its better than a new Corvette to impress his friends. We are his girlfriends, just that friends. As to my therapist, I don't need her anymore, I got picked up and laid just like she said I would, just not by a man and not at a bar, at PF Chang's.
When I told my therapist that I had not been sexual from the time I was 17 she advised me to just do it, troll for a man who is looking for a lay and get laid. Get lucky, is what she said. To be lucky you have to go to the pond where the men are fishing and don't get too interested in their current marital status. Just get laid again.
Well easier said than done, when I went to one of these so called pick up bars I was surrounded by women, of all ages, waiting for some sixty year old in a Corvette to pick them up. Or, sitting beside you and making conversation and putting their hand on your thigh and realizing it was some fifty year old lesbian looking for a lay herself. In any event trolling at these bars didn't help.
I was eating alone on Sunday afternoon at the counter at PF Chang's. It was four o'clock and the counter was empty. A woman in her thirties sat beside me and ordered a glass of white wine. I got the urge and ordered one too. The counter was empty, but she sat beside me. We didn't talk, she did her nails for a minute, looked at her phone for minute, spoke to the bartender and then sort of so so she asked me if what I had ordered was good, and she ordered the same. And another glass of wine so I ordered another glass of wine.
We had three glasses of wine and we got into a conversation and her hand did get on my thigh and she told me that I was pretty, she picked up my face and looked at me and confirmed that she thought I was pretty. She told me that when she turned 30, she was 33 then, she had thought about getting an augmentation. She stopped, she said really women didn't care if you had fake tits. She asked me if I cared and if I thought her tits were fine the way they were. Her hand kept running up and down my thigh and she asked me if I was a runner, because women with strong thighs were usually runners. I told her no, all I did was walk up the steps at my office every day. She laughed and told me she had tried running but her hips weren't meant for running, in the wild she would have been lion prey pretty quick, or maybe for some horrid ape man. Glad we lived today and didn't have to run away from ape men chasing you.
It was six o'clock and we were still there and the counter had filled up and we decided not to order another drink. We got up and she helped me off the stool. Standing side by side my five foot four was a little shorter than her five foot seven, and she had heels on. She asked me to hold her hand and keep her steady, those glasses of wine had done their thing on her. We laughed and walked out with her holding on to my hand. We stood outside the restaurant for a long while talking, face to face holding both hands. She bumped her chest against me and asked if it wouldn't be funny if our boobs were on the same level. She put both her arms around my waist and pulled me up to her and told me she felt we had known each other for a long time, to hug her tight so she could feel my boobs against her. She didn't let me go before telling me she thought I was pretty.
We looked at each other for a long time, at least two minutes, eyes locked together, her arms around me and my arms around her and the kiss came. I closed my eyes. Her hands moved up to hold my face and the kiss lasted a long time. My first kiss because my boyfriend in high school never kissed. When she stopped she told me I was just too pretty and if I wanted to go home with her.
We went to her place, a real nice condo, well decorated. She sold real estate and did very well and she was gentle and helped me out of my clothes, asked me again if I thought her tits were fine, she loved my tits and we lay down on the bed and she showed me there was a different way to make love. I did have an orgasm, I must have been repressed for one, I came very quickly. But she helped me get back into the mood and help her have her orgasm and we laid in bed naked. We did get our boobs together.
She has a lover man, a man who pretty much pays for most everything for her. She sees him a couple of days a week, but she doesn't have sex with him that often. Once in a while. It is an old affair that started when she was 26. He still pays for everything and she still sees him, has lunch with him and once in a while has sex. I met him, she introduced me to him, he was nice, an older man in his late sixties. His passion is golf and plays at courses all over the world. He has a group of retired executives who travel to play golf. He made love to me one night. It wasn't at all like I remembered intercourse, it was on a bed with the lights off and he was very gentle and played with me until I was 'receptive'. But then when it was over I went back to my girlfriend and we had crazy sex.
She and I live together, we moved to Phoenix where he moved. She is works in real estate there and I found a job working for a warehousing firm (I am an accountant by trade). He still buys just about everything for us, he is in his mid seventies but is in very good shape. He likes having two women on his arms, he says its better than a new Corvette to impress his friends. We are his girlfriends, just that friends. As to my therapist, I don't need her anymore, I got picked up and laid just like she said I would, just not by a man and not at a bar, at PF Chang's.
