Straight Female / 70
A Car Accident Changed My Life, It Put Me In His Line Of Sight
I was a flight attendant, aka stewardess, for a still alive and well airline. We dutifully wore hot pants. Being nineteen at the time I was reckless. After a party with some other stewardesses, we had too much to drink, and on the way back to my apartment I rolled my car and ended up in the hospital. My career was over.
In those days insurance was meager and I left the hospital with a payment plan and a pair of crutches. I moved in with three other girls and got a front desk job at a high dollar hotel. I was allowed to wear trousers, because of the scars on my leg. I learned to run the posting machine and became a cashier, which paid fifty cents more an hour.
While my roommates flew around and dated pilots, I was cornered by a serious nerd at work. He had plans for college. I had a hard time saying no to him and I went out one Saturday. He was a virgin, so was I, but a guy virgin? He had to be kidding me. Well if I was going to give up my virginity, why not take his while I lost mine. It happened at my apartment, in the afternoon when I worked the 7-11shift. I got naked and he stared at me. When I laid back and opened my legs for him, he couldn't keep his eyes off my pussy. In those days it was full bush pussy.
He was hard and I let him in me and he did the deed, when he got off neither one of us was virgin, but one of us got pregnant. So quietly we got married, while my friends were being flown around by big money pilots.
I followed him to college, got a part time job, had the baby, found a sitter, kept house and did the laundry. This boy, he wasn't a man yet, wanted sex all the time. He did not get it, if he came in me I'd be pregnant. So, we did anal. A very deep dark secret. Also, I got good at BJs.
It wasn't only anal, he turned me over and got me pregnant. My sitter was like another mother, helped me out and taught me. We left after four years to a job at a real big company. He wasn't so much a boy anymore, he had grown balls by then, and he was the man of the house, and I was pregnant again.
Long story short, this boy, this nerd who knocked me up became the President and CEO at forty. Forget pilots, I was living in a real house, and my kids were in private school and private university. I kept my routine for anal, I gave him his share of vagina, was quick to give him a BJ. As long as I kept myself from getting pregnant. I never went on chemical birth control, and forget any sort of barrier. My go to was turning on my stomach.
We are old, in good health and travel. We have many grandkids, our daughters are productive. We use sexual enhancement medication, vaginal and anal lubricants, I still hold up in the boob department, and my husband never once paid attention to the deep scar on my leg from my accident.
I say it, I have never been with another man. I don't ask him, he's been around the world.
In those days insurance was meager and I left the hospital with a payment plan and a pair of crutches. I moved in with three other girls and got a front desk job at a high dollar hotel. I was allowed to wear trousers, because of the scars on my leg. I learned to run the posting machine and became a cashier, which paid fifty cents more an hour.
While my roommates flew around and dated pilots, I was cornered by a serious nerd at work. He had plans for college. I had a hard time saying no to him and I went out one Saturday. He was a virgin, so was I, but a guy virgin? He had to be kidding me. Well if I was going to give up my virginity, why not take his while I lost mine. It happened at my apartment, in the afternoon when I worked the 7-11shift. I got naked and he stared at me. When I laid back and opened my legs for him, he couldn't keep his eyes off my pussy. In those days it was full bush pussy.
He was hard and I let him in me and he did the deed, when he got off neither one of us was virgin, but one of us got pregnant. So quietly we got married, while my friends were being flown around by big money pilots.
I followed him to college, got a part time job, had the baby, found a sitter, kept house and did the laundry. This boy, he wasn't a man yet, wanted sex all the time. He did not get it, if he came in me I'd be pregnant. So, we did anal. A very deep dark secret. Also, I got good at BJs.
It wasn't only anal, he turned me over and got me pregnant. My sitter was like another mother, helped me out and taught me. We left after four years to a job at a real big company. He wasn't so much a boy anymore, he had grown balls by then, and he was the man of the house, and I was pregnant again.
Long story short, this boy, this nerd who knocked me up became the President and CEO at forty. Forget pilots, I was living in a real house, and my kids were in private school and private university. I kept my routine for anal, I gave him his share of vagina, was quick to give him a BJ. As long as I kept myself from getting pregnant. I never went on chemical birth control, and forget any sort of barrier. My go to was turning on my stomach.
We are old, in good health and travel. We have many grandkids, our daughters are productive. We use sexual enhancement medication, vaginal and anal lubricants, I still hold up in the boob department, and my husband never once paid attention to the deep scar on my leg from my accident.
I say it, I have never been with another man. I don't ask him, he's been around the world.
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