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Straight Male / 73
I Got Two For The Price Of One
In September 2003 I went to a conference in Madrid. I first stopped in Barcelona to see a client and then took the train to Madrid. On board I had a college kid across the isle and I started a conversation with her. When it got more involved she changed seats and sat across from me. She was on her own, backpacking Europe. She was a Viola major, taking a semester off.
My parent instincts were on high alert, a young woman alone bothered me and I told her. In Madrid she was going to find somewhere to stay. She'd been sleeping on park benches, railway stations, one night a week in a hostel. Her clothes were filthy, her hair, her teeth, she needed a bath. I offered before thinking to have her stay with me, get a hot shower, a hot meal, get her clothes washed. She accepted without thinking, staying with a 55 year old man she didn't know.
When we arrived at the hotel the front desk was put off. They called me aside and told me prostitutes weren't allowed. I confronted them, they relented but making it clear she wouldn't fit in. At the g*ft shop I bought her toiletries, they sold expensive underthings, I got that and a blouse, pants and sandals. In the room she took a long hot shower, while she was in there I sent her clothes for a one hour turn around.
She was a thin girl, small really. Her legs, arm pits were unshaved. She needed dental work. She sat wrapped in the towel looking at me, she fell back on the bed exposing herself as the towel fell off. I ignored it, told her to get dressed in her new things. I was hungry and needed a real meal. She declined a drink, ate the fish, her handling of her cutlery told me she had been raised in a good home. When we got back to the room her clothes were back, she offered to leave.
She stayed, sex wax stilted, she recoiled to my hands and penetration. She slept hard not waking till the next day. More sex, shower together, dressed again we went for breakfast, she was ready to go and left, but only after she gave me a big hug. I didn't talk to her until she called to let me know 'it was a girl'. She was back with her parents in Tennessee. She was well dressed. A new mother. Groomed, not the hippie on the train. The blood test made it probable, the timing did too, the girl had a toe structure that ran in my mother's family.
She told me she was definitely mine, she had only ever had sex with me, she didn't use birth control. It was an impulsive act . She returned home that week, her trip to Europe was over. I'm 73, my little girl is going to be 17, she talks of her mom's trip where she met me. I tell her that on my watch she's not going anywhere alone. My parental instincts are on high alert, she's a lot like her mother. I feel every day I got two girls in that bargain, the older one is Viola teacher in high school, the younger one wants to be a lawyer like me.
My parent instincts were on high alert, a young woman alone bothered me and I told her. In Madrid she was going to find somewhere to stay. She'd been sleeping on park benches, railway stations, one night a week in a hostel. Her clothes were filthy, her hair, her teeth, she needed a bath. I offered before thinking to have her stay with me, get a hot shower, a hot meal, get her clothes washed. She accepted without thinking, staying with a 55 year old man she didn't know.
When we arrived at the hotel the front desk was put off. They called me aside and told me prostitutes weren't allowed. I confronted them, they relented but making it clear she wouldn't fit in. At the g*ft shop I bought her toiletries, they sold expensive underthings, I got that and a blouse, pants and sandals. In the room she took a long hot shower, while she was in there I sent her clothes for a one hour turn around.
She was a thin girl, small really. Her legs, arm pits were unshaved. She needed dental work. She sat wrapped in the towel looking at me, she fell back on the bed exposing herself as the towel fell off. I ignored it, told her to get dressed in her new things. I was hungry and needed a real meal. She declined a drink, ate the fish, her handling of her cutlery told me she had been raised in a good home. When we got back to the room her clothes were back, she offered to leave.
She stayed, sex wax stilted, she recoiled to my hands and penetration. She slept hard not waking till the next day. More sex, shower together, dressed again we went for breakfast, she was ready to go and left, but only after she gave me a big hug. I didn't talk to her until she called to let me know 'it was a girl'. She was back with her parents in Tennessee. She was well dressed. A new mother. Groomed, not the hippie on the train. The blood test made it probable, the timing did too, the girl had a toe structure that ran in my mother's family.
She told me she was definitely mine, she had only ever had sex with me, she didn't use birth control. It was an impulsive act . She returned home that week, her trip to Europe was over. I'm 73, my little girl is going to be 17, she talks of her mom's trip where she met me. I tell her that on my watch she's not going anywhere alone. My parental instincts are on high alert, she's a lot like her mother. I feel every day I got two girls in that bargain, the older one is Viola teacher in high school, the younger one wants to be a lawyer like me.
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