Straight Female / 39
Sometimes What You Need, Just Has To Be Satisfied
When I turned 35 I decided that I needed to get fucked at least once. I worked retail in the ladies lingerie department, I attended Church, I volunteered at various charities. I met many men, but no one clicked. I resolved that no matter what I would stomach a stranger, any stranger. In the active part of town was a upscale wine bar with a reputation for wealthy men and fun loving secretaries.
I screened the place, saw how the secretaries dressed, when the gentlemen arrived. I worked up the nerve and on that Friday night I dressed up and went to the wine bar and sat at at the bar. I ordered a lady's drink and smiled and waited. No one approached me. I left around 9:30.
I was devastated. I felt rejected, the story of my life.
Several months later a man came into the lingerie department, middle aged, uncomfortable. I figured him for a man shopping for his secretary or his 25th anniversary. So I helped him, men buy more and pay more, and especially for his secretary. He described her as normal, like me. What did I like? I asked him what his wife liked. I embarrassed him, so I said if he was looking for a g*ft for a young woman? Let's move on to the looking good but impractical section, in red or black.
He chose a bra and pantie set, in red. Lace, silk, very expensive, something no woman would actually wear except to impress her lover. It just jumped out, I couldn't control it. I asked him what was wrong with his wife? I got the you wouldn't understand look. I asked him if he thought I was attractive? I was looking for a man, who wanted a nice woman, but not one with all sorts of potential problems, like a secretary. Why not buy me this? And leave the red silk pantie and bra set on the rack.
And that is how I dated a man who wanted to mess around, had his mind on sex, went right through me never figuring out he had a virgin lover. He bought me lingerie, but I picked it. He bought me j*welry, but I picked it. I went with him to a convention in Las Vegas. I helped him buy his wife a nice handbag. I made sure he paid attention to her birthday, anniversary, her mother. Kept his marriage up and up, and entertained him in my apartment. He had underwear, shaving gear, shirts, socks and shoes in my closet.
A year after my love affair started I went to the wine bar, got propositioned and left with a man in a Mercedes. I got a roadside fucking across the hood of his Mercedes, after giving him a roadside blowjob. I cheated on my lover, my nice guy lover. I just needed to be naughty, caught with my pants down, used, the same feelings I had the first time I went to the wine bar.
I screened the place, saw how the secretaries dressed, when the gentlemen arrived. I worked up the nerve and on that Friday night I dressed up and went to the wine bar and sat at at the bar. I ordered a lady's drink and smiled and waited. No one approached me. I left around 9:30.
I was devastated. I felt rejected, the story of my life.
Several months later a man came into the lingerie department, middle aged, uncomfortable. I figured him for a man shopping for his secretary or his 25th anniversary. So I helped him, men buy more and pay more, and especially for his secretary. He described her as normal, like me. What did I like? I asked him what his wife liked. I embarrassed him, so I said if he was looking for a g*ft for a young woman? Let's move on to the looking good but impractical section, in red or black.
He chose a bra and pantie set, in red. Lace, silk, very expensive, something no woman would actually wear except to impress her lover. It just jumped out, I couldn't control it. I asked him what was wrong with his wife? I got the you wouldn't understand look. I asked him if he thought I was attractive? I was looking for a man, who wanted a nice woman, but not one with all sorts of potential problems, like a secretary. Why not buy me this? And leave the red silk pantie and bra set on the rack.
And that is how I dated a man who wanted to mess around, had his mind on sex, went right through me never figuring out he had a virgin lover. He bought me lingerie, but I picked it. He bought me j*welry, but I picked it. I went with him to a convention in Las Vegas. I helped him buy his wife a nice handbag. I made sure he paid attention to her birthday, anniversary, her mother. Kept his marriage up and up, and entertained him in my apartment. He had underwear, shaving gear, shirts, socks and shoes in my closet.
A year after my love affair started I went to the wine bar, got propositioned and left with a man in a Mercedes. I got a roadside fucking across the hood of his Mercedes, after giving him a roadside blowjob. I cheated on my lover, my nice guy lover. I just needed to be naughty, caught with my pants down, used, the same feelings I had the first time I went to the wine bar.
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