Quote by alphabeta39
Thirty-five years ago I was in my twenties and married. An older male co-worker came on to me, flirted with me, and eventually propositioned me. He offered to pay me just to strip for him. He was desperate to see me naked. He said I looked just like his first love from high school.
After quite a bit of negotiation, I gave in and found myself at the end of his bed late one Saturday night after work. I slowly, nervously, removed my clothes, one piece at a time, to his audible, demonstrable approval.
His excitement became begging and more negotiating for me to allow him to give me a handjob.
That night turned into two years of weekly to monthly visits that found me naked the minute I walked in his door, showering for him or with him, letting him do anything he wanted to me. I came in his mouth more than I've ever cum in my wife's.
Every time I pulled into his driveway, I knew I was going to cum at least twice within the next two hours.
Moving away to a new job ended our playtime. But, I'll never forget anything we did together.
You Sir, are indeed a very lucky man. My first experience was with a much older guy who picked me up and drve to a secluded area, where he seduced me with his words and then finally gave me a handjob until I shot my load all over his windscreen and dashboard. Then he french kissed me, gave a cloth to clean up my mess and drove off and dropped me in town.
