I like to think of myself as a very normal, average person. That being said, ever since COVID, I seem to be walking a not-so-normal path. I'm in my 50s, married, a mother, and have worked in the same office for decades. I don't turn heads, nor have I ever. I'm 5'5" tall; I have plain looks, more than one chin, and am somewhat round. My weight used to yo-yo a lot, but the older I get, the more it goes up and the less it goes down.

I had zero experience in high school and early 20s. No boyfriends, no friends with benefits, and no one-night stands. At 25, I had never been kissed or touched by a guy. However, at a friend's wedding, a male friend and I got very drunk and ended up in my motel room. He had no idea I was a virgin. If I'm being generous, maybe 5 minutes after he entered my room, he had left. I sat there freaked out by a possible pregnancy scare because no protection was used. I did chuckle when I realized that although I was no longer a virgin, I had not actually seen or held a penis yet. I was only scared for a week, by the way.

A few years later, a friend introduced me to her coworker who surprised me by asking me out. That led to my first real relationship. What better thing to do with your very first adult relationship than marry them and raise a family. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's been a good life. What I found, though, is that in my 40s, life felt essentially all about work. A little time for family, friends, and yourself, but like every other adult ... work, work, work. A good life but a repetitive one.

Then COVID and the lockdown came. I know many hated it but not going to work for a while then not physically going and working remotely, oh I was fine with that. Got out walking more, ate better, and even lost a little weight. What also happened was some online exploration. It might seem odd, but monitoring the kids' internet usage sent me down some rabbit holes that introduced me to online chat and other sites.

Now I didn't run out and have sex with someone. I am a very nosy person and love knowing secrets. I found I really liked learning about different people's experiences. Much more than their fantasies. When I started, most I chatted with were from other continents. Over time, I started chatting with other Canadians and eventually a few locals. What I discovered is that it's completely different to hear someone's experience when they are talking about places and people you know.

Our town is rural and has this way of feeling much smaller than it is. Outdoor activities are prevalent. I found myself visiting places and reliving what I'd been told. Picturing what they described. I said those exact words to a guy and found my inbox filled with photos of him and partners playing around town. I had never considered myself a voyeur, but I'd visit every spot that was accessible.

This might confuse people, but I didn't get horny, I didn't masturbate, I didn't crave sex. I just loved knowing secrets. Things I shouldn't know. I liked that feeling. They just happened to involve the sexual experiences of others. That being said, you can't chat with locals without someone propositioning you. I'd always told myself I'd never, and I felt no need to have sex with anyone.

At some point though, the blah of work and the repetitiveness of life made me crave something. Not sex. Just an adventure; travel, something new, anything. Practical me would knock down ideas with thoughts of either too expensive or too physical. Eventually, I realized sex cost nothing, and I wouldn't have to get in shape to do it either.

The problem was I had no idea what to do or who to do it with. I did realize I didn't want to just have sex. I wanted a "wow" moment. Something that afterwards I'd think, "I can't believe I did that". At the same time, I'd look in the mirror and think, who would want to be with me? One not particularly productive day at work, I posted an ad on a site. I thought maybe if I'm lucky one or two men might respond. I went back to work. Afterward, I went shopping, made dinner, cleaned up, and before bed, checked email.

To my surprise, over 100 replies to my ad. However, the majority of them were one of 2 things: either "wanna fuck?" or "pics pics pics!". There were a couple of men I started conversations with. One guy had no lack of interesting ideas, and one stat holiday I met him at City Hall.

He let me in and took me to the Council Chambers, where they meet. Once we were inside, he told me to strip, and I did. Felt completely awkward doing it, but did it. Then we went over to the edge of the councillors' area, and he bent me over the first spot. I had warned him lubrication was an issue for me and had brought some assistance. He was wearing shorts and just dropped them and poured lubricant over his cock and rubbed it in liberally.

He was similar length to husband but not circumcised and shaped differently. He was much thicker in the middle and tapered at both the base and the tip. He didn't finger me; rather, he palmed the lube in his hand around and in my vagina. After, he rubbed the tip, poked it in me, then grabbed my hips and asked if I was ready.

I took a breath to answer, and he didn't wait just forced it in, in one hard, fast thrust. It was so hard I could feel my thighs pinching against the table. He'd then pull it out to about the tip and then thrust back in. He picked up speed, but it was always long, hard thrusts. At one point, he pulled out, told me to move over, and then we did it in the next councillor's spot...and so on and so on.

There wasn't really any consistency in how long we stayed in each spot, but at a point I could feel we were speeding up and moving along faster. I thought we weren't going to make it to the last spot. We did, although at the last spot he had me go on my back. Once on my back, he shoved it in and almost immediately grabbed my shoulders and came.

He was in no rush to pull out. Eventually, he pulled me kinda sitting up so I could see. He wanted me to squeeze him like toothpaste as he pulled out. He said he wanted every drop in me.

After, he walked over and picked my clothes off the floor. I thought he was going to bring them back to me, but he just walked straight out the doors. I ended up peeking out, and it turned out he wanted me to walk back to the car naked. I made it to the stairs but chickened out and demanded my clothes. He wasn't happy but gave me my shorts and shirt. He had asked me to wear nothing else under my clothes, so that was all I put back on.

The week before we met, we'd discussed a number of different ideas. When we were outside, he asked if I had time for another. I said yes, and I ended up getting in the back of his SUV. I got naked again, he put my clothes in my vehicle, got back into his SUV, and we drove off. It had tinted back windows. The plan was to drive around, pull over, roll down the window, and have me ask for directions. Try to act normal and pretend I wasn't naked. Then drive off.

It was a statutory holiday, and no one was out walking alone. Eventually we gave up on finding someone alone and instead pulled over by 3 older homeless men on a sidewalk. I ended up saying, "Excuse me, may I ask you for directions?" but I choked and completely blanked on any destination.

One came over, and he had to get closer before he saw I was naked. He let out this big smile and instantly got very chatty. The 2nd and third man eventually made their way over. My driver and they got chatting about me like I wasn't there. With his encouragement, hands started wandering and squeezing. I got nervous and squeezed my legs together. We did eventually leave, but he asked me not to roll up the window.

We drove around downtown and then along the highways, past the airport and back. He had me sit on my knees and push my tits out the window. If anyone saw, it would have been a brief look from their homes. I thought we were going back to City Hall, but he parked by a park and got in the back seat with me. There was a lot of changing positions and putting the seats up and down so we could lie down or sit up. I found the whole thing too cramped. We did settle for back seats up, me squatting on him facing forward and him thrusting so hard I ended up wedged between the front seats. I think he was hoping people driving by would see.

We did eventually get back to City Hall. He refused to get my clothes from my vehicle, so I had to walk from his to mine naked. By then I wanted to get away so I drove off naked. I put my shirt on in one neighbourhood, then drove farther and put my shorts on in a different spot

I'd used picking up some things as an excuse to leave the house. So I went up to Home Depot to pick up a few things. I realized afterward that for the past decades, sex has been either a first thing in the morning or last thing before bed thing. I had never been in a situation where right after sex I'm walking around a store with no panties. His cum just kept coming out, and I had to squeeze my legs together. Walking around smeared it everywhere. By the time I left, I had this gooey, bright tacky mess from crotch to knee.

When I got home, I peed and wiped. I'd had a shower earlier, so thought a 2nd would appear suspicious. That made me self-conscious. Sitting on the toilet, I had this thought that I should feel guilty. The reality was I didn't feel guilty at all. It's hard to explain, but it felt similar to going to a movie alone. He wasn't a part of the activity. I know I'd freak if he cheated. It was an odd feeling, but I simply didn't feel how my brain thought I should be feeling.

Well, the reason I've shared this is that one of the men I was chatting with suggested sharing my experience here. There you go, world. A look at what a woman in her 50s has been up to in Northern BC. My secret is now yours.