addicted to s3x

Ah, C. Yes, she had very large breasts, but they were nicely proportioned and she was wearing a sweatshirt that showed them off in a sexy, but yet not vulgar way. In fact, C might be described as a Pamela Anderson type, but in her sweet student days. She didn't look heavily made up or sexy except in the most wholesome way. And though I wasn't attracted to those large breasts, I did have an interlude with C in a closet in a strange city.

She came up to me out of nowhere and said "You know what I've always wanted to do? Conduct an orchestra!" As I was never stuck for a smart assed answer, I said "ok, here's your chance to play with my baton". She surprised me by grabbing my shirt, opening an electrical closet near where we'd been standing, tugging me in and closing the door behind us. She sat me down and opened my pants, pulling them down. No use resisting, I thought. There were dim lights glowing and  I barely saw her go down on me as heavenly clouds began glowing in my conciousness. I couldn't resist playing with those huge, yet upright babies that were dangling within easy reach, making me even more excited. The event reached its logical and beautiful conclusion, we put ourselves back together and as the door opened I understood that we were in fact on stage with an audience who somehow guessed what was happening, judging by the applause that began as we walked off the stage. And speaking of audioence, this reminds me of E in the swiming pool.

Living with my parents, I brought P over and she and I sat down on the couch in the den, after I closed the door. We started making out, and then she walked her hand down to my zipper. I already had a nice throbbing bulge going there. I knew we couldn't start anything that would make noise right there with my mom in the kitchen, only a few feet away on the other side of the door. I was pretty innocent, because I didn't immediately know why P swung her head down there, pulled it out and started massaging it, then put her lips around it, but I knew it was going to define a life long search for that feeling, one that is still going on now, many years later.

A funny thing happened the next week when I was over at P's appartment. I was drunk with desire for her and decided to go down on her, the first time I'd ever even considered it. Well, I was surprised to note that though the odor of P's pussy wasn't badn on the contrary it was making me want to come, but the taste was awful, horrible, like poison.  Well, it was only when she went into the other room that I noticed a bottle of medecine on the dresser next to her bed. It was vaginal suppositories! No wonder!

AM initiated me into a spontaneity I didn't possess before I met her. There was an animal attraction to her the first moment I smelled her clean, soapy, girl next door hair and body. She was nice looking, average build and had a sweet nature that belied a kind of hornyness girls seldom have, (unfortunately!) So after a few sessions at her dad's appartment, which were fine with me, we found ourselves stimulated with desire in her car in an underground parking lot of a department store. AM straddled me in the passenger side of the front seat of the rather small car. I started pumping up and down, something you can only do when you're young or in good shape due to the weight of two people needing to be lifted. So here we are rocking away when someone starts knowcking on the car window right there. "Is everything ok?" the woman outside asked. Hey, that was actually pretty brave of her, now that I think of it, but it sure put a damper on our little party. AM smiled and said "we're fine, no worries". THe woman nodded and went away. What followed was a damn fine moment.

AM also suddenly decided she wanted to do it one day while we were driving on the freeway. I mean she decided then and there, not that I'd be crazy enough to actually do the thang at 90 MPH. She asked me to pull over, which I did, immediately, again the lizzard brain reponding to the throbbing bulge that was already imagining a warm and slippery place to enjoy. I raised the hood of the car and we ran off into the trees where she pulled her pants down, but not off, and lay down on her back in a bed of leaves. Again, in the middle of these festivities, we were interrupted. I saw a Highway Patrol car pulling over behind my rental car parked on the shoulder. We had to whip our pants back up as fast as we could and appear to casually saunter over there and tell him "we overheated" with a straight face. No way to retart that excercise, we had to wait until evening where we found a motel, one of the crappiest I've even stayed in, but she was in a hurry to get it on, so we grabbed the first room we saw, and did it on the dresser. And it was goo, very good.

AC surprised me by telling me to stay behind after a little party of co-workers we had at her place. It was all women except for me. So, I was about to camp out on her counch, but she said to come back in her bedroom. Well, I may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but when a cute brunette asks to come into her bedroom, it is an invitation full of promise and I was not disappointed. Although I enjoyed many nights of casual sex with AC, the memorable one was her immediate and unexpected BJ bestowed on me as a wonderful gift. As this was the first act we'd done, I struggled to not allow it to end to summarily and as a result it was delicious moment, the souvenir of which is making my hearts pound in joy just at the thought of how it felt that first night.

Have you ever fantacized about the girl at the checkout stand in the market? I have, even recently. Two of the women I recall here were cashiers at Safeway, both earning money while learning other gigs. 'IP' got the short end of the stick with me, just a quick BJ which she was very good at and I had to leave town that night. Neither of us knew I wouldn't be back for 15 years. This still haunts me, it's one of the things I wish there were a way to right. Still, some of the best head I've ever had.

El was picked up by someone I was traveling with, but it soon became evident that she had enough desire for several companions and no one minded her passage between all of us. Ah, those were the days, my friend. Anyway, someone told us that this hotel has a pool on the roof and that no one was there. Indeed, El and I walked through the dark bar, which was totally empty, and got naked and jumped in the pool. After a few short minutes frolicking in the water, the inevitable flight of my bird of paradise into her nest took place in the water, and it was sweet as candy, just the right temperature, inside and out. The pool was lit underwater and so we didn't realize that as we came out through that same bar, it had opened and about 8 people had been treated to an underwater ballet that left nothing to the imagination! Again, applause, albeit mocking, with a few "Bravo" thrown in, made us hasten out rather than staying for a drink.

Ei was a kind of low key fashion model. Not the tall, anorexic-looking kind but a petite blonde with tons of "class" - yeah that makes me sound like some kind of hood, but if there's one thing I don't posess, it's class. Ei was intellige,t, educated, poised, comfortable in society but also in the company of anyone. She was a remarkable woman and I'd love to run into her again some day. She had a high profile job in an agency when I met her. I was very surprised when we made love the first time to hear her ask me to "stop - just for a second". I realized that for the first time, I had a virgin in my bed, but I never would have expected it to be Ei. After that night, our encounters were beautiful for both of us. One morning, she could find her panties si she drove directly to work without them! One of the questions I've asked myself since was whether I should have stayed with her instead of letting her go. She was a great woman in ever sense of the word.

I now recall another Ei, I'll have to call her EiS. EiS was juicy, ready to go anytime and she had slim hips, the kind that made her really tight, but with nice lube. Inspiring. Mentally, we had nothing in common, but I kept coming back for more. She had small breasts with tiny little nipples on them, hard like little apples on my chest when we made love. EiS wrote me a poem, or in fact, she copied it out of a book, but this was a cute gesture. I could enjoy seeing EiS again today, that supple, flexible body bent over in front of me... oh, here we go again.

L had pendulous breasts, the kind I'm not enamored of at all. I'm not much of a breat guy anyway, but these were already hanging down like you picture when a woman reaches an advanced age. L was only about 30 I think, but here's the thing, she had the most exciting behind I've ever seen. She had decent legs, feminine hips but not overly wide and that smooth, beautifully proportioned gluteous maximus that would make your little guy stand on end at first sight. I eventually hooked up with another woman, D, with those heavy, swinging ones, and she was also nicely proportioned elsewhere and was really cute to boot. In both cases, guys were attracted to the one thing I didn't appreciate in them, that top heaviness. Which reminds me of C...

Wow, met her in Zurich, a very young thing, better at sex than I was, already telling me where to touch her and how. No hesitation in doing anything I could come up with, including a hot and cold, something I'd heard of but not believed in my innocent days. She'd swish hot water, something like tea in her mouth, then start sucking on me. Just when it got really good, she'd change to cold water. Try it sometime, if you dare. Fond memories sitting in a bathtub with her in the hotel, there's something about water that made us good together. It's all about fluids anyway.

V was a tall (but again, not super skinny) blonde model and a sex kitten by definition. She was fine. Even though she'd had kids, she'd make any guy horny just by looking at him a certain way. She projected the whole sex thing, she could get out of a traffic ticket with just a glance at a cop. She had an unforgetable taste to her, one I could eat all night. She was beautiful, though, and beautiful women who know how beautiful they are will never be happy with a guy unless he treats her real bad, which I wouldn't do, at least not on purpose. I'd go home late at night from her place licking my lips. Now I find myself doing that again, just thinking about V.

F was my first time, I can remember little about it except that I'd never seen that part of the female anatomy before, only dreamed about it for 7 years or so. Puberty was weird, at 12 or 13, then those years of imagining, and maybe seeing a few photos, but then to see the real thing! Someone told me in the army once, "it ain't much to look at", but I don't agree. I don't think I will ever tire of seeing them. Each one is totally different, as unique as a snowflake. Anyway, not much to say about F, it was over quick and all I know is what I said right then. "I wanna do it again!" which we did.

B was not a beauty but she was slim and supple and very intelligent. She also had bi connections, but I didn't realize that until later on. One of her girl friends ruined our relationship on a night that could have been a lot of fun, ironically, without sex involved.

Anyway, B was my next door neighbor. She and I kind of hit it off, and one night we talked until late and she just kind of jumped into my bed. I didn't get into it right away so it was only the next day in the morning that we actually got it on. It was weird because you really don't want to be kissing someone before you've brushed your teeth so we didn't.

She had a beautifully tight box and she was enthusiastic as a lover, ready to try new stuff all the time. One day, we did it against the wall of her house outside. I wonder if the neighbors got any thrills out of it. I know we both did.

In spite of the fact we could talk for hours, we didn't really have much in common, we were "friends with benefits" as people say in thei PC way ,now. We used to call it "fuck buddies".