Glenda

August to October 2004
Status: Married twenty three years, two grown children
Occupation: Teacher
Meetings: 9
Age: 46

You remember me mentioning my on-line friend, Steve, in the Brynn entry? And how he told me to hit the nicer bars and restaurants in the Tampa area and look for unhappy wives in their thirties and forties? Well, that obviously paid off with Brynn, so a couple of weeks later I decided to try it again. So one Friday night (Alex was in Philadelphia, I believe), I headed back down to St. Petersburg Beach. Instead of Bahama Mama's, I decided to check out Bongos Beach Bar and Grille.

Like Bahama Mama's, it was located on the property of the Grand Hotel. But this was literally right on the beach. You know, as opposed to being figuratively on the beach. I went in and grabbed a seat at the bar, chilled out and took things in. It was an interesting mix of young and middle-aged women. I was definitely in the mood for a middle-aged woman, and preferably married, of course.

After a few minutes, a young guy sat down at the seat next to me. He appeared a tad frustrated. I knew why, too. I had been observing him. And he was using a system. He was a System Guy. You know these guys. They sign up for some club or buy a set of CDs off the internet that promises them that if they act this way, dress this way, talk this way, approach women this way, they'll have ladies draped all over them.

These systems all operate on the same premise: that women are all the same. And these systems take a few nuggets of common sense (be funny, be confident, etc...) and extrapolate them into a uniform manner of behavior that guarantees you'll get all the women you want. Utter nonsense.

System Guys always fail. Well, they may get lucky once or twice, but that's due to the law of averages and alcohol. Systems make broad and sweeping generalizations about an entire gender, and therein lies their flaws. Women aren't stupid--they know when they're being played.

So this kid looks at me and says, "Having any luck, man?"

"Not yet."
"Me neither. Something's wrong with the chicks here. Even the MILFs".

"MILF"? Really, guy? Really? REALLY?

"Nothing wrong with the women. You're playing a system, brother. I could see it a mile away."

He looked surprised.

"Yes, it's that obvious. And if you called my wife an MILF to her face, she'd put you in the ER before you could ask what her favorite sexual position is."
"So, you're like an expert in picking up women?"
"No. But I'm pretty good at it and I know they don't like being called MILFs."
"Educate me."
"You're a good looking guy. You probably got laid a lot in college, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Hey, guess what?"
"What?"
"You're not in college anymore. That crap you used in college doesn't work. So you decided that you needed to sharpen your game, correct?"
"Gotta keep improving."
"Okay, you know why you got fucked so much in school?"
"Tell me."
"You were at college. You were living there. Lots of girls were living there. Every time you got laid, you met the girl at a party or local bar, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, here in a little thing that I like to call the real world, it ain't like that. Women aren't going out just to get drunk and get fucked."
"Okay, fair enough."
"Now you listen to your kindly uncle Ryan."

He laughed.

"Shut up about your car and what you make. Don't talk at a woman, talk to her and listen. And keep her talking. The more you talk, the closer she'll feel to you. Approach every woman like you absolutely don't expect to fuck her. Don't bust her chops and be cocky. And try to keep in mind that just because a woman might want to get laid, she doesn't want to be talked to like a conquest, piece of meat, or a slut. Now you see that blonde lady at the end of the bar?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I'm going to see if she'd like a drink. Here's my card. Email me. Let me know how this weekend turned out. Be yourself, be confident, and act like you don't need a piece of ass."
"Okay. I'm not really buying what you're saying though. But thanks for your time. I'm Mark."
"Good to meet you."
"You too. Catch you later."

I walked over to this blonde lady in her forties.

"Hi."
"Hello."
"May I buy you a drink?"
"Sure. Have a seat. That guy's a fucking tool. Hope you taught him something."

Trust me, I wasn't going in cold. We had exchanged a few glances and smiles since I had arrived. I then proceeded to take my own advice. Her name was Glenda. She had been married for 23 years and was 43. She had two grown children attending college and was a teacher (shocking, I know).

Hey, like I've said before, I've fucked a lot of teachers.

Ready for action.

We talked and drank for a couple of hours. Her husband owned a local branch of a large insurance agency and was out of town for a couple of weeks at the company's corporate headquarters. We chatted quite a bit and the conversation went very smoothly. Of course, that's always a very good sign.

Around midnight, Glenda smiled and said, "So, what did you come for tonight? Just a few drinks?" "Yeah, thought I'd grab a couple of drinks and see what happened."
"Did anything happen?"
"You tell me."
"Well, would you like to come over to my place for a drink?"
"Sounds great."
"I live just a couple of miles away."

We got up to leave and I saw System Tool Mark at the bar and gave him a little wave. It can really suck to be a System Guy. I walked Glenda out to her car. As she took her keys out of her purse, I leaned down and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back, and then turned and put her purse on the trunk. She wrapped her arms around me and we started kissing again.I grabbed and squeezed her ass as we kissed. When we broke the kiss, she put her hand on my hard cock. She reached into her purse again to get her keys and unlocked the door. Glenda then sat down on the driver's seat with her legs still on the outside of her car. "Come here." I walked over and she unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants. She pulled down my underwear, exposing my hard cock.

So there I was, in the parking lot of the Grand Hotel, getting an incredible blowjob. I was pretty sure System Guy wasn't getting sucked off.

Actually, I wasn't thinking about Mark at all.

A few minutes into the blowjob, I could feel myself ready to blow my load. I let Glenda go up and down my shaft a couple of times and then pulled out, shooting my cum right onto the ground.

And it was just in time. A couple was coming up the aisle. So I tucked Mr. Happy back into my pants and Glenda said that she'd pull out and follow me to my car, which was about four or five cars down.

I got to my car and Glenda pulled forward about ten feet. But the best was yet to come (so to speak).

That couple had parked their car right next to Glenda's. And the girl walked around to the passenger side and said, "OH GROSS! OH GROSS!" I heard the guy ask her what she was upset about.

"It looks like snot or cum....I fucking stepped in it too! People are fucking pigs!"

Oink oink, baby.

I didn't hang around to hear the end of this. I had a teacher to fuck. I did find it pretty funny, though. Judging by their car (a Mercedes) and their clothes, I was pretty sure that woman's shoes were fairly expensive. Gee, poor little yuppie princess! However would she survive this trauma?

I really wanted to yell, "Lick it up!" But being the gentleman that I am, I didn't.

Anyway, I followed Glenda to her house and pulled into her garage as she had earlier instructed me to do. Then she pulled in and the automatic garage door closed. We went into the house and Glenda put her arms around me and we started kissing. She was definitely ready to have some fun. I excused myself to hit the bathroom and when I got back, she was sitting the couch naked. I walked over, got on my knees, and started licking her wet pussy.

She was so worked up that it didn't take long to make her cum. Hearing her moan was pretty cool. She lived in a big house and the acoustics were great. After she came, I stripped down and rolled on a condom. Glenda laid down on the couch with her legs spread and played with her pussy. She laughed and said, "Too pushy?"

No fucking way.

I mounted Glenda and slid my cock right into her wet pussy. She groaned and leaned down and started kissing her as we we fucked.

Relaxing on the couch.

I can't say it was a particularly memorable fuck. And I like fucking. But, hey, it was okay. Not a ton of chemistry, but she came, and not long after that, so did I.

Glenda asked if I wanted to stay the night, and since the possibility of more sex--memorable or not-- existed, I said, "Fuck yeah, MILF."

Okay, I really just said, "Sure." She took a shower and then I took mine and we crawled into bed for the night. I saw a picture of her hubby on her nightstand and gave it a "hey, brother, I just poached your wife" nod.

Then Glenda and I fell asleep. I fully expected some wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night licking and fucking, but we both slept through until the morning. I think Mr. Happy was glad for the break. Sometimes, he just wants some extra time to recoup his losses, so to speak.

I think she was a morning person, anyway. Around nine in the A.M., I felt a hand rubbing my chest and opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me. "Good morning. Sleep well?" "Uh huh."

I grabbed a swig of Coke (Pepsi sucks and everybody who disagrees with me on this needs mental help), and we started kissing.

Glenda kissed her way down my chest and started working on waking up Mr. Happy. It didn't take long. He was having his morning coffee and reading the paper and was eager to return to work.

Soon, Mr. Happy was at full attention and I told Glenda to bring her hips up. She straddled my face and I started running my tongue over her lips and clit. Glenda did ride it out, so to speak, until she came, though. Instead, she leaned back and grabbed a condom off of her nightstand and put Mr. Happy in his work uniform.

Glenda slid down and started riding me, rocking back and forth. I held onto her hips and she rode me for several minutes until I heard, "I'm gonna cum."

After she came, Glenda kept riding me. It was weird. Usually, women give you the encouragement at that point. You know, "cum baby, come on," that type of thing. Glenda didn't. She just kept rocking and smiling at me. A few minutes later, I came.

After I came, Glenda leaned down and kissed me and hopped into the shower. When she got out, I took my shower and when I got out, she was dressed.

So much for more boinky-boinky.

"Hon, I had a great time. But I have to leave--I have to meet someone. Lock up when you leave, okay?" Then she kissed me again and split.

Weird, weird situation. I mean, I get the leaving after fucking. I'm cool with that. But leaving me alone in her house? I got dressed and headed out. And I figured that was that.

I was wrong. Later that night, she sent me an email saying what a great time she had and that she'd love to meet again. I was cool with that. I mean, the sex wasn't great, but it was still sex.

To paraphrase Charlie Sheen, "Fucking, duh!"

So we met a few more times until she emailed me in October and ended it. She just said she had to stop seeing me and I didn't press her for answers because I really didn't care. It was probably work and time related. She never seemed to feel guilty at all, so I don't think that was the reason.

Yeah, not much of an entry, I admit. But like I've said before, they can't all be gems. Sometimes, affairs are strictly sex and absolutely nothing more. I think if Glenda and I had clicked more out of bed, it could have lasted longer.

Alex once joked that while you don't have to really like someone to fuck them, it certainly doesn't hurt. And she's right. If you don't really like someone, you're not going to go out of your way for repeat fucks. That simple.

As for Mark, I never did hear from him. He's probably still System Guy, bouncing from one can't-miss scheme to another and never understanding we he can't get laid.

Fucking System Guys. Absolute morons. And I don't think he got laid all that much in college, either.

"MILFs". Amazing.....utterly, mind-boggling amazing...... Why not just go up to a girl and say, "Hey, how you doing, Hot Piece Of Ass?"

Whatever.

So How've You All Been?

I'm shocked people are still coming here.

My goal for 2011 was to post two entries a month. Obviously, that didn't pan out too well. This will be my fourteenth entry for the year--and one wasn't even about a poach; it was about going down to Florida to move Janey up here.

Now I will be posting one more for 2011. It's about a lady I met in St. Pete named Glenda. It really wasn't all that interesting of a hook-up, but hey, sex did take place, she was poached (willingly, I might add), so hey, why not? That'll be coming up in the next day or two (I promise, with a cherry on top).

Thanks for the emails, but no, I haven't been shot, run over, or thrown off a cliff by an angry husband (to be honest, with the way the Rams have been playing, I have more to fear from the wife than any jealous husband).

So do I have anything planned for 2012 for Confessions? Of course!

One, of course, is to, you know, post twice a month. That would be nice and probably put most of you into shock.

Two, yes, I am finally going to post about Georgie. People seem intrigued by her just from my previous references to her. I was concerned about doing Georgie for fear of coming off looking badly.

Then I realized, that, oh yeah.....this is a blog about some reprobate who has made an avocation out of nailing married women.

Okay, so that never really was a concern.

And were you impressed by my use of the word "reprobate"? My mommy used to say I was smart and stuff. Mom would never lie.

Or maybe she would. How would I know?

I'm also planning on creating a "side-blog" (thanks for putting that word into my head, wife), about how I got started in the legal profession as well as another side-blog (groan) about poaching.

What I'm really pissed off about is that I missed putting up a "Poachette of the Month" for November! Man..... So I'm going to catch up on that by posting one for November for a few days and then December. Sure, that doesn't make a ton of sense to normal people, but when you're have a touch of blogging OBC, it really does.

Time to go. I have six women to take out to the Longhorn.

"We're hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Sheesh.

Oh, since most people who come here visit Alex' blog, you probably know she's been on a quest to surpass me on view totals, yet despite my hiatus, she keeps falling behind. As of today, I'm now almost 1,000 views ahead.

Snicker.

And welcome aboard, Svetlana! Thanks for following!

Amber

When: June 1981

Status: Single

Meetings: 1
Occupation:: Student/Bookkeeper

Age: Early Twenties
Quotable:  "Let's get high and fuck."

I'll always remember Amber. She was a girl I shared a night back almost thirty years ago. She helped me get over a rough patch (and vice-versa). I'll explain this more later in this entry.

It was the end of June in 1981. I was still banging Amanda, but had just finished up my time with Sissy. That was kind of a bummer; Sissy was really, really cute. But she went back up to Washington and that ended that. I still wonder whatever happened to her and her boyfriend.

Anyway, the last Friday night of June, I was dateless, Jim was busy, and all of my other friends were also doing something, so I had the night to myself. I headed over to one of my favorite places, The Buffalo Inn. I figured I could grab a beer and a burger and at least do something that night.

The Buffalo was the farthest thing from a singles joint that you could get. It's the kind of place couples frequent on dates, where buddies hang out and have a few beers, and families go to. A meat market it is not. They don't even serve hard liquor.

They also have indoor and outdoor seating. The outdoor seating is comprised of differently-shaped picnic tables and the ground isn't paved, it's covered with those wood chips people get when they're filling in their flower beds.

Since I talk about the Buffalo so much, here are a couple of pics. I didn't take them.

This is the front of the Buffalo.

This is near the back of the outside seating area where I met Amber.

I got there around 8, hoping that it wouldn't be too busy. It was busy enough, but I was able to grab a small table near the back. I relaxed, took my time eating and enjoyed my Coronas. I really wasn't paying too much attention to anything. My mind was on Amanda. She hadn't been able to meet for sex that day and I wouldn't be able to see her until Monday. I was also thinking of my ex-girlfriend, Dez, who had left California to attend Notre Dame.

I was really missing her, so I wasn't really looking for another hook-up. Dez had wanted me to move back to South Bend with her, but I knew that wouldn't be practical, as much as I loved her. It wasn't like I could've even gotten into Notre Dame, let alone pay for it if I did. Dez had an academic scholarship. Then again, when you apply yourself fully in school, good things like that tend to happen.

So as my thoughts turned from Amanda to Dez, I found myself getting more and more depressed. She would've have stayed had I only just asked. All I had to do was say "stay". I couldn't do that to her. I may be a selfish prick at times, but at least one time up to that point I had done something right, and that was letting--making--Dez go.

The thing is, it was so painful when she left, I hadn't thought about it. I hadn't allowed myself to even grieve, so to speak, that she was gone. I just started sleeping around, working, doing whatever. Anything to keep my mind off of that crazy girl I had known for years.

I was on my second beer when I heard, "You look how I feel."

I looked up and saw a pretty blonde girl at the next table.

"Why do you feel how I look?"

"What's her name?"
"Dez."

"Bobby's why I feel how you look. Why no Dez?"

"Went away to college. Why no Bobby?"

"We broke up. He cheated on me. Got another girl pregnant."

I held up my beer. "To life fucking us." She held hers up. "To life fucking us."

Misery really does love company. And at that moment, I did too.

"Mind if I join you?"

She didn't wait for an answer and got up and walked over.

"So, when does this shitty feeling stop?"

"I don't know. Someday I hope."

"Me too. I forgave him for cheating. And then we find out that whore was pregnant."

We talked and drank for a couple of hours. I wasn't hitting it too hard, but Amber was. She talked about Bobby, how they had dated for three years and how they had been planning on getting married. Then they had a fight and he went out and nailed another girl that they both knew. He confessed and Amber forgave him.

Then they found out the other girl was pregnant. Bobby didn't want to do the right thing, but he did. And the right thing was to break up with Amber and marry "that whore". They had been living together (Amber worked as a bookkeeper and attended Cal Poly part-time) and she moved out of their apartment and back in with her parents.

I told her all about Dez and how she left.

"Why didn't you tell her to stay?"

"Because she would have."

She just smiled. We resumed our conversation, talking about school, work, and life in general. Around 9:30, she said, "So can I ask you something?"

"Sure."
"Were you out tonight just to go out, or maybe you were looking for somebody?"
"I thought I'd go out and see what happened."
"So, do you have you own place? Or are you still at home?"
"Still at home."
"My parents are home....."
"So are mine."

She sat back and thought for a moment.

"Wanna go fifty-fifty on a motel room?"
"Sounds great."
"Is there a cheap one around here?"

Good question. And no, there wasn't. There were some hotels just a couple of miles away in Claremont, but they were mucho bucks.

Ah, but it didn't have to be Claremont!

"How about the Super 8 by the (Ontario International) airport?"
"Perfect!" We were still sober and decided to meet there. Before we left, I told Amber that I'd stop and get some beer. When I started to get into my car, she said, "Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"You have any....you know?"

Then she made the internationally recognized symbol for toking. "Not on me, but I think I can get some."

"Cool. Listen, you do that, I'll get the beer and some snacks and see you there in an hour?"
"An hour's good."

She took off and I headed back home. My parents were asleep, so I went into my room, grabbed some joints and drove down to the motel. It didn't me an hour to get there, and it didn't take Amber an hour, either. She was waiting for me in the parking lot and we went in and got a room.

We went back out to our cars and got our "supplies" for the night and took them up to our room. Our first order of business was to light up and soon we were feeling really, really good. Then we downed some beer and were realllllllllllllly feeling good. 

After a few minutes of talking and kissing, Amber pushed me down onto the bed and freed Mr. Happy and started sucking me off. She told me to relax and just let her "take care of this hard cock."I don't know what the exact definition of "cool" is, but certainly getting a blow job while being high would fall into that category. I just leaned back on my elbows while Amber licked and sucked my balls and hard cock. At one point, she took my cock out of her mouth and said, "Beer and a pre-cum chaser!"

We both thought this was hilarious. And that's because when you're high, pretty much everything you hear is the funniest thing you've ever heard. After we were done laughing, Amber went back to work. A couple of minutes later, I could feel that great sensation that lets you know that you're about to cum.

I pulled my cock out of Amber's mouth and we watched me spray my load onto Super 8's carpet. Think of that image the next time you drop something in a hotel room and need to get the floor to find it. Amber looked down at my handiwork and laughed and said, "That carpet needed a pattern anyway!"

I remember joking around with her that a model had never given me a blow job before. Of course, she wasn't a model, but as you can tell by her pics, she could've been one had she chosen to. She laughed and struck a pose. I told her to hold it and grabbed my camera. Then I started snapping away. Amber started a nice, slow striptease. When we were finally done, she laughed and said, "That really got me hot."

I walked over and laid her on the bed. She spread her legs and I started eating her out. Posing really had turned her on, if her wet pussy was any indication. I ran my tongue up and down her lips and then pushed it hard against her clit. I then slid two fingers into her pussy. She jerked a little and moaned. It was probably two minutes, most, before she let out a loud groan--which was almost a yell--and came. I stripped out of my clothes and leaned down and started kissing Amber some more. I kissed my way down to her nipples and started sucking them. Amber let out a soft sigh and started stroking my hard cock.

After a minute or so, Amber and I stood up and she kissed me and motioned to the bed and said, "Lie down on your back." I did as requested and Amber then crawled on top on me, positioning her pussy and ass right above my face. She then leaned forward and started sucking my hard cock. I went back to work on her pussy and moved to her ass and started rimming her.

She liked that. She liked that a lot.

"OH FUCK....YES......keep doing that!"

No problem!

As her warm mouth slid up and down Mr. Happy, I kept working my way up and down her ass crack. She kept groaning and gyrating her ass. I could feel her working her way towards another orgasm and decided to drive her over the edge. I took my tongue and worked it around the outside of her asshole. "Yeah.....yes.....right there....."

Then I slid my tongue into her ass. That did it. She raised her head up, started jerking my cock, and came. I remember hoping that Mr. Happy wouldn't have to make a trip to the ER to be reattached. After she caught her breath, Amber started jacking me off again. A few jerks from her soft hand, and I was shooting my load, listening to Amber say, "That's it honey....that's it....yeah....."

After I came, she said, "Man, I needed this tonight."

We got up and started toking again. We opened up another couple of beers and decided to lay waste to a bag of potato chips. Amber had stocked us up well for the night. She brought several bags of chips, a couple of six packs, and some candy bars. That thing about getting the munchies when you're high? Totally true. You take some hits of pot, even the surrounding furniture looks tasty.

After an hour or so (I guess, I really don't remember), we started making out on the bed again. I played with her pussy and fingered her clit as we kissed. Then I grabbed some lube and put it on my hand.

That's right. It was time to take Amber to the Pilot!

I started massaging her pussy slowly and she spread her legs wide. Amber's reaction to the Pilot was immediate--and very positive. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her so she could kiss me. Needless to say, this was a somewhat awkward position for me to be able to perform the Pilot. But I was able to shift around a little and keep kissing her. As she approached another orgasm, she kept shoving her tongue into my mouth harder and harder.When she was about to cum, she didn't break the kiss, but I could tell that she was coming by her squeals. She finally broke our kiss. Then she smiled and got on all fours, with her ass sticking up in the air. I went up behind her and slid right in. She was tight, warm and wet. I've mentioned many times that it takes me forever to cum when fucking a woman in this position. And this was no exception. I just kept fucking Amber like a machine for several minutes, making her cum twice.

Finally, she laid on her side and lifted her leg up in the air. I laid next to her and slid right in. She brought down her leg and I started thrusting into her again. I love the spoon position. But it's hard for me to hold off cumming. I managed to bring Amber to one more orgasm before filling up her pussy with my cum. I was assuming she was on the pill. At least I hope she was, because we weren't using condoms and had never discussed contraception. Amber rolled out of bed to clean up. The beer and Mother Nature were getting to her--and me as well. She stumbled on her way into the bathroom. I was hoping I'd get to fuck her one more time before we passed out. Then again, a little part of me just wanted to pass out. She came out and I used the facilities.

After I got back, we drank and smoked some more. I think we talked some more too. Or just babbled incoherently and laughed at everything. Finally, we hit the sheets. I passed out fast and didn't remember anything except Amber sucking my dick sometime during the night. I also remember her saying, "C'mon baby, I wanna fuck again."

She did get me hard and crawled on top and rode me until both of us came. The room was spinning, the bed was rocking and since the lights were out, I could barely see her. It was a really weird fuck. It was also a great fuck. She rode me until I shot my load into her again. Then she crawled off me and passed out. I don't know if she came that time or not. And I was way too fucked up to care at that point.

I don't remember anything after that. Well, I don't remember anything from that last fuck until that alarm went off in the morning. I somehow propped myself up onto my elbows and hit the fucking thing with my fist to make it shut up. Then I realized that I was the only one in the room.I shook off the cobwebs the best I could and got up and said, "Amber? You here?" No answer.

I looked around and her bag and purse were gone. All the empty chip bags and empty beer bottles had been thrown away. The window was open just a bit--no doubt to air out the stale scent of Mary Jane. Whoa. I had been abandoned. But really, who knew? She might've tried to wake me up when she was ready to leave and got no response. I know that I didn't set the alarm to go off at 10:15, so she must've done that. I hopped into the shower and cleaned myself up.

Then I got dressed and checked out and went home. I passed out for a few more hours and spent the rest of the day recovering. So did she just take off? It really doesn't matter either way. However, I think she did try and wake me. She set the alarm and cleaned up the room. Had she been in a hurry, she wouldn't have done either.

And it's not like she got drunk and then decided to fuck me and then regretted--it was the opposite. Of course, that raises the question of why she didn't leave a note. But like I said, it really doesn't matter.

She was fun and a really nice girl. She went out looking for some fun, and luckily for me, we ran into each other at the Buffalo.

For Ambers pics, click here (members only).

Rita

When: December 1984 to January 1986

Status: Single

Occupation: Student/Engineering Intern

Meetings: Lost Count

Age: 26

Rita was one of the rare "legit" girlfriends who walked away from our relationship happy.

Translation: She never caught me banging another girl. And I've always been happy about that, because Rita was one cool girl. I dated her for over a year and loved it. And to add to that, I took pains to make sure I was never caught cheating, because I couldn't stand the thought of her finding out and getting hurt.

Of course, the surest way of doing that would've been not to cheat at all, but c'mon, let's be reasonable here.

One Wednesday in early December, I was having some coffee in the quad and studying for my political science final. A cute girl walked by me and sat down at the table next to me and opened a book. She looked over at me, smiled and said hello. I said hello back and asked her what she was studying.I don't remember the exact class, but it was an engineering class. And I gotta tell you, I know as much about engineering as I do about speaking Mandarin Chinese.

"You're an engineering major?"
"Uh huh. What's your major?"

"Communications. I'm not smart enough for a real major."

She started laughing.

"You're silly."

"Yeah. But it's still not a real major."

"Then get another major!"

"I just told you that I wasn't smart enough for that."

She just rolled her eyes.

"I'm Rita. What's your name?"

"Ryan."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

We both had a final coming up in a little over an hour. One thing I do remember from my Chaffey and Poly days: cramming never works. If you don't know the material as you study it, cramming won't do a thing. So we just pushed our books aside and talked. Finally, it was time to knock off our finals. Luckily it was our last final of the quarter, so I asked her if she wanted to grab some lunch afterward.

"Yeah, love to. Meet you here at one?"
"I'll be here."

The poli-sci final was a breeze. It wasn't cumulative and I dusted that mother. It only took about an hour, so I ran some errors and then went back to the quad and grabbed some coffee and waited. Rita showed up around 12:45 and we drove over to a restaurant called Michael J's in La Verne.

It was a great lunch. We spent two hours talking and they just flew by. Rita had been married for two years before getting a divorce that past January. She harbored no bitterness towards her ex, explaining that they just couldn't work things out.

She was due to graduate after the summer session with her engineering degree and worked part-time at a nearby engineering firm.

Finally, she sighed and said, "Well I've had a great time, but I have to leave."
"Want do something Friday night?"
"You're on."

She gave me her phone number and gave me a hug and took off. I paid our bill and headed home. That evening, I called her up."That was fast," she laughed."Well, I figured that I'd better seal this deal soon."
"Ah. I like that. Man of action! Gonna come get me Friday?"
"You know it. What's your address?"
"8686 Any Street. Wanna know what city?"
"Rancho Cucamonga. You already told me."
"Need directions?"
"No, I know that area."

We talked for awhile longer and then hung up. Then I headed out to meet a nice married lady named Elyse that I had started fucking.

Hey, I needed to get laid. Sue me.

Anyway, I picked Rita up on Friday evening and we grabbed some dinner and went dancing. It was a pretty good date. And at end of the night, I dropped her off at her place, gave her a kiss, and went home.

Rita's parents had the bucks and had a nice piece of land in Rancho Cucamonga. After her divorce, Rita moved into the guest house (needless to say, this would come in quite useful in the future).

We kept seeing each other after that first night, but it never progressed past the standard good night--or if we met during the day, goodbye--kiss. And that was fine.

Even if Rita had been the only girl I slept with in 1985,
I still would've considered the year a great success.

We got along great. We never ran out of things to talk about and we genuinely enjoyed each others' company. Rita had a fantastic sense of humor, especially if we saw a bad movie. She could crack me up with snarky comments the whole time. It got to the point where I really wanted to find shitty movies so I could hear her rip on them.

While we saw each other as much as we could, it wasn't often enough for my taste. But during the school break, she worked full-time, and when school started up again, she was still putting in the hours studying and working part-time.

But hey, that's how it goes. The girl had a brain (unlike yours truly) and determination and ambition (again, unlike yours truly). Besides, I had my work with mobile homes that kept me busy (among other things). Have I used parentheses too much? No?

(Good, because I was worried).

I pretty knew I had myself a legit girlfriend when I found myself buying her a Christmas present. And actually putting some thought into it.

Anyway, along came New Year's Eve. And Jim was throwing a party. And I took Rita. We had fun (I have mentioned that Jim throws great parties, haven't I?). I did some great work at this party. You'd be proud.

Awhile after arriving, Rita and I wandered apart. I spied a gorgeous married woman in her early thirties and struck up a conversation with her. I won't go into too much detail here, but I walked away with Bess' work phone number and she walked away with my home number. I'll go into more details in her entry. But needless to say, I cashed in.

Anyway, after pulling off this covert recruiting, I joined up with Rita again and we pretty much stayed together the rest of the night. And when the clock struck midnight, we kissed.

This time, Rita really laid it on me. This was the longest and deepest kiss we had shared up to this point. And, brothers and sisters, the top of the mountain was just fine. When we broke the kiss, she got goofy again and rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, I got carried away!"

Yeah, that was awful, Rita. How dare you.

Around two, we thanked Jim and I drove Rita home. I walked her up to her porch and leaned forward to give her the usual goodnight kiss. But when I tried to pull away, she pulled me back and gave me another deep kiss, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth.

She unlocked her front door and as she turned the knob, she grabbed my hand and said, "C'mon."

We walked into her bedroom and started kissing and running our hands over each other. Rita then stepped back a bit and started unbuttoning my shirt. When she got that off, she said, "Raise your arms, honey."

I did and she pulled my shirt up. I finished taking it off and she ran her hands over my chest and smiled and kissed me again. Rita than pulled her shirt off and I reached around and unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

I lifted my arms and started playing with her huge breasts, squeezing them gently and playing with her hard nipples. We wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing again, her breasts pushed hard against my chest.

Rita then dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and took my hard cock out. She stroked my cock a couple of times and then put her warm mouth over it, sliding almost all of it into her mouth.

I was grateful. I had met up with Elyse that morning and we had fucked a couple of times. Otherwise, I wouldn't have last thirty seconds in Rita's mouth.

I placed my hands on her head and rested them there while she sucked me. After a minute or so, I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her up and we started kissing again.

I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Rita stepped out of them and laid on the bed. I leaned down and she lifted her ass up and I pulled her panties off.

She was wet and I dove right in, licking her pussy and clit. I slid my finger inside of her and heard her say, "Two baby." I lifted my head up and slid two fingers inside of her. She moaned and I figured that I didn't need to fix what wasn't broken.

I kept finger-fucking her pussy--I would go on to find out that this was a huge turn-on for her--for a few minutes until I heard her moan loudly and say, "I'm gonna cum Ryan....I'm gonna cum!"

I kept sliding my fingers in and out as fast as I could until I heard her shriek and reach orgasm. I took my fingers out and she looked up at me and said, "Fuck me. I'm on the pill....just start fucking me."

Rita loved the camera and the
feeling was mutual.

I braced myself on my elbows and slid into wet pussy. She started gyrating her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. I leaned down a bit and started sucking on her nipples. Rita grunted a little and grabbed my hips, pulling me into her again and again.

We were both grunting and moaning and I said, "Baby, gonna cum." "Me too me too." A few seconds later, I was shooting my load into her pussy while she was cumming.

To my--and her delight--I somehow stayed hard while I leaned down to kiss her. I started sliding in and out very, VERY slowly until my cock hardened up to full strength.

I started pumping into her and soon Rita was cumming again. I pulled out of her and she got on her hands and knees. I looked at her pussy and saw my cumming still leaking out. Some was down her leg. The site of that really got me going and I slid my cock into her.

Rita kept telling me to go faster and I followed her orders. Soon she came again and I was ready as well.

I know I've talked a lot about how I can hold off cumming in the doggie position. But I know the way to make myself cum. I slide all the way in and just grind and gyrate as hard as I can. That almost always does the trick, and after 30 seconds of this, I emptied the remainder of my cum into Rita's pussy.

Rita ran into the bathroom to clean up and then returned to bed and cuddled up next to me.

"That....was great. You always get two orgasms out of one hard-on?" she said, laughing.

"No....I wish I did. But....don't worry.....when that doesn't happen, I'll make it up to you in other ways."

"Oh, really? Very nice."

We started making out again. And it lasted quite awhile, maybe 45 minutes.

Rita reached down and felt my cock. "I'm thinking you can get hard again. I'd love this in me one more time tonight."

Well, I knew that Mr. Happy needed a few more minutes. So I got up and started getting dressed.

"Hey, what? Something I said? Oh sure, leave me laying here like some used hooker!"

I love a woman with a sense of humor.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'd take a shower first. I just need to get something out of the car."

"Well, okay. But....if I hear squealing tires, I'll find you and beat your ass."

I had to run grab some lube. Why not kick the year off by taking Rita to the Pilot?

I went back in and she was still in full goofy mode.

"It's okay. I found a cucumber in the fridge. You can go home now."

"Aw, let me stay.....pretty please?"

"Well, okay."

What a dork. She had a great sense of humor. I showed her the bottle of lube, and then she couldn't resist.

"I prefer vaseline on my cucumbers."

And that was the line that absolutely cracked me up. That's kind of how Rita's sense of humor worked. She'd hit you with a lot of jokes, puns, all that and then when you were weakened, she'd blast you with something like that.

So we basically cracked jokes, laughed, and drank for another half hour. Finally, we got all that out of our system and we started making out again. I moved my hand down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy slowly. She smiled and said, "That feels so good."

I grabbed the lube and put some in my hand and continued. Rita closed her eyes and relaxed.

I sucked on her breast and nipple while I massaged her pussy. After several minutes, Rita groaned and lifted her hips up. I slid my middle finger into her pussy and she jerked a little and came.

Rita smiled and got up and pushed down onto my back. She reached down and stroked my cock--not that it needed any help at this point. Then she took it into her mouth and sucked it for a minute.

She then straddled me and eased down my shaft. She rocked back and forth, playing with her tits as she moved. My hands were on her hips and she just kept gyrating until she came. After she came, Rita got off my cock and laid next to me with my arm around her.

She reached down and jerked me until I shot my load all over my stomach. Well, what was left of my load by that point. We then got up and took a shower together and turned in for the night.

The next morning, we picked up where we left off. January 1st, 1985 was spent eating, fucking, watching television, and fucking some more. THAT'S how you kick off the new year.

Rita was legit, that's for sure. I saw her just about every weekend and once or twice during the week. And when we couldn't see each other, we always called and checked in.

Of course I wasn't faithful to her. I even stuck it to a couple of fellow Cal Poly students (Andrea, for one). Rita and I had never even talked about being exclusive, although I'm pretty sure it was implied. But hey, I'm a dog. But I was always uber-careful when I stepped out on her.

The sex was always great. Rita loved sex as much as I did, so we spent plenty of time in bed. But she was great out of the bedroom. She was so cool, in fact, that when my parents moved away and I got my own apartment, Rita took off a day of work to help me move.

We kept seeing each other until January, 1986.

We had both graduated in December and Rita immediately started getting interviews. I had a few weeks to catch my breath before starting at La Verne. Rita, though, was in demand. Amazing where hard work can get a person. She had busted her ass and was enjoying the attention of employers eager to hire her.

Rita wanted to stay in southern California, but a company in Minnesota made her an offer that was just too good to pass up (and no, it wasn't 3M).

So we had a decision to make. We had been seeing each other for over a year. And we had never really discussed where this relationship would end up.

We're we going to get married? Split up? Live together? Rita was wary of getting married again. I was wary of getting married at all.

And I liked what I had in southern California. I had my own place, I knew what I wanted to do for a career, and I had a job with Jim until I finished at La Verne. Giving all that up just to live with someone who may or may not want to get married at some point seemed crazy.

And it seemed crazy from Rita's perspective. She was going to move across the country, start a new career, start graduate work--did she really want an unemployed boyfriend with no real career prospects? Did she really want to make the commitment of living together if she was so skittish about marriage?

We had really, really enjoyed our relationship. It was fantastic. Not just the sex; she was a girlfriend who was a great friend as well. We got along incredibly well.

But neither of us could see us together forever; at least I couldn't and I don't think she could either. So we decided to go our separate ways.

We decided that we wouldn't stay in touch. As much as we didn't want to commit, we still really liked each other. And we wouldn't be able to move on if we kept a hold on each other.

I don't know what happened to her. I've done searches on her name, but I suspect that after awhile, she did get married.

And good for her if she did. She was awesome and deserved the best.

For Rita's pics, click here (members only).

Vera

When: July to September 1989
Status: Married eight years, one child
Occupation: Stay-at-home Mom
Meetings: 17
Age: 28

Oh well, since I just did the Kirsten entry, I might as well stay in the Caryl Era and talk about Vera. Vera was the married neighbor I touched upon briefly in Kirsten's entry.

It really didn't last long, and there's really no funny story as to how I met Vera. She was a nice lady, but one that never stood out among the "greats", so to speak. I know that really doesn't sound nice, but they can't all be epic and they can't all stand out. Some are just hook-ups.

And Vera was just that, although I wasn't just that to her. But that was a Vera problem, not a Ryan problem. Sometimes, I think back and wonder if I didn't fuck her just because I could. Actually, I don't wonder at all; I DID just fuck her because I could. And that's a good thing.

Anyway, Vera moved into my apartment complex a few weeks before I met Kirsten. She lived a few doors down and a few days after she moved in (she, her husband and son had moved up from Encinitas), we bumped into each other as we were leaving and introduced ourselves.

We chatted for about fifteen minutes and went back to my place and I fucked her. Okay, we talked for about fifteen minutes and went back to our respective apartments.

Living so close, we bumped into each other quite a bit. I had a chance to observe her neanderthal husband as well. I could see why she always liked to chat with me. This guy acted like Vera was an annoyance every time she opened her mouth. He didn't seem to think much of me, either--not that I cared.

But whenever we saw each other, which was often, we chatted for quite a bit. It was hard for me to get a reading on her "poachability", though. Was she just starved for conversation? Did she like me "that way" on some level? Was it a combination of both?

I thought it would be kind of cool to nail her. Her husband worked and she dropped her son off at some summer thing for kids three days a week, so she certainly had the time to violate her vows.

And I was guessing that her husband wasn't all that into making her happy in the sack. I just got the vibe from him that he was the type to give her a lick and then the stick, if you know what I mean.

Like I mentioned in the Kirsten entry, I was pretty worked up after I started meeting her for lunches. But we hadn't started fucking, so I thought I'd make my move on Vera.

So the next time I saw Vera it was on a Wednesday morning around ten. She was coming back home after dropping her son off at his summer activity and I made sure to run into her. She walked over and we started talking as usual and then I decided to invite her in for a cock--er, Coke.

If she said no, I figured that I could cross her off as a potential poachette. But if she said yes, maybe I could weasel my way into her pants. At this point, I still wasn't sure if she was into me or not. But it was an innocent enough invitation.

She smiled and said yes and came in. She sat down on the couch and I brought over a couple of Cokes and sat down next to her. We chatted and joked around for about an hour. I was very happy with the way this whole thing was progressing. I figured that if nothing else, I was laying the groundwork for a future fuck with her--or at least increasing my chances.

Then I spotted a small hole I could squeeze through and turn the conversation to how cute I thought she was. I noticed a tattoo on her left shoulder.

"Love the tattoo, Vera."
"Oh, thank you. Got it a few years ago."

And now, a calculated risk.

"Makes you even prettier."

That caught her by surprise.

"Thank you.....you think I'm pretty?"
"Very. If you weren't married, I'd ask you out in a heartbeat."
"Thank you.....I'd accept. I think you're very handsome."

Then it grew quiet. And when it gets quiet, it can get awkward. And I figured, well, let's make it more awkward.

I grabbed her hand, held it with both my hands, and kissed it. She smiled and reached up and touched my face.

Holy cow. I couldn't believe that stupid hand-kissing move worked. And hey, when the universe gives you a present, you open it. Unless, of course, it's one of those tennis ball cans loaded with springs.

I leaned over and kissed her. Then I pulled back and smiled. Hey, I figured if this whole romantic feel-good deal was working, then keep using it.

Great ass and great tattoo.

I leaned over and kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine, and we kissed this way for several minutes. And while I didn't want to give her a chance to back out, I certainly didn't want to move to fast, either. So I was patient.

Well, I was patient for about ten minutes. At that point, I really wanted to complete the poach. So I stood up and held my hand out. She smiled and grabbed my hand and we walked to my bedroom.

I kissed Vera again once we reached my bedroom and then took off my shirt. She pulled off her shirt and I reached around and unhooked her bra. I leaned down and sucked her left nipple and then her right nipple.

She sighed and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

I ignored her, hoping that sentiment would go away. I laid her on the bed and pulled down her pants and then her panties. I kissed my way up her legs. I had just about reached the happy zone when I heard her say, "Sweetie....what about your girlfriend?"

Fuck Vera. C'mon.

"Right here, right now, YOU'RE my girlfriend."

I know. I know. Ugh. But, fellow bitches, it worked. She smiled and leaned back and I went to work on her pussy. She was wet and I slid my tongue inside of her pussy and moved it around. She jerked a little and groaned. I then started licking her hard clit.

Vera was moving her hips around and playing with her tits while I ate her out. Several minutes into it, she groaned and said, "I wish my husband would do this to me......"

Yeah, I just knew that hubby was a "suck me/fuck me" kinda guy. I love those guys. They keep guys like me in business. I appreciate their contribution to my success.

Shortly after uttering that statement, Vera stiffened and came, groaning and whimpering as her orgasm washed over her. Normally, this is the time I'd pull the Palm Pilot out of the hangar, but not on this day. Being eaten out was a rare treat for her; the Pilot might be a bit much. That and I wanted to fuck her.

I got up and took off my shorts and underwear and freed my cock. It was hard and ready and Vera smiled when she saw it.

I walked over to her side of the bed and she sat up and sucked me for a minute. I grabbed a condom and she laid back down as I rolled on the raincoat. Vera spread her legs and I mounted her and slid my hard cock into her wet pussy.

I really wanted to go gangbusters on her; I was hard and really needed to cum. But I had to stay in character, so to speak, at least for that day. After my earlier approach, a slam-dunk fuck was out of the question. So I spent several minutes sliding in slowly and kissing her.

After that, I increased my pace. I kept encouraging Vera to cum as I slid in and out of her. I kept telling her how hard she made me, how much I liked her and how much she turned me on. She responded well to that, eventually letting out a loud groan--that was more like a yelp--and cumming.

And that was my green light to trash that condom. I increased my pace and finally groaned and came as Vera said, "That's it honey.....yeah that's it....."

Fuck yeah, that was it. Just what the poacher ordered.

I pulled out and lay next to Vera and kissed her. Since I had just banged her, it was time to dispel any thoughts that we really were more than fuck-friends that may have crept into her mind. Ah, but this had to be done just the right way. "Hey, bitch, you're a great piece of ass," probably wouldn't have been appropriate.

"That was great."
"It was. You were great."
"So were you."

Insert brief pause here.

"Listen, Vera. I want you to know that....anytime you need me or to be with me.....let me know. But I know your family is the most important thing to you. I won't threaten that."

Heh. I'm a nice guy, aren't I? Fucking considerate, I am!

"Oh thank you. I know you won't. I trust you." Hey, that was her mistake to make, right?

She kissed me and then got up and took a shower. I just stayed in bed, listening to the water running, trying to keep the incredibly smug feeling I had from showing on my face. I felt great though. Cheri would be coming over later that day to make things even better.

I grabbed another towel when I heard Vera getting out of the shower and decided to really play up this romantic deal.

Vera started drying herself off and I walked in and toweled off her back, ass and legs. This was a hit, as she said, "Full service!" I was on my knees and planted a kiss on her ass cheek in response.

We went into the bedroom and Vera got dressed.

"Thank you for a wonderful time."
"Thank you."
"Maybe Friday? If you'd like?"
"I'd love it."

I gave her another kiss and walked her to the door. Then I took a nice long hot shower and couldn't help but think of how perfectly I had worked this poach. Rarely do you do things to perfection--in any endeavor--but this time I did. I was pretty happy.

I had eased Vera into the poach slowly and easily. When the time was right, I got her into my apartment. And the hand-kissing bit topped it off. Dumb luck really. At that point, I was pretty good at what I did, but if I was able to nail it down this way every time, my "box score" would have been double what it already was.

Hey, you're covering up the best part, Vera!

I finished my shower and then fixed myself a nice lunch and got back to work. Cheri arrived a few hours later and I was more than ready to have a couple of hours of fun with the gorgeous redhead. I had completed a double-header and would do it again on Friday, when I'd fuck Vera again and then meet up with Caryl.

Sweet.

Two days later, Vera came over and I introduced her to the Palm Pilot. As she was cumming, I heard her say, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" I'd say that she enjoyed the ride.

After that, I fucked her for several minutes doggy style. I just slid my cock in, grabbed her hips, and let loose this time. She loved it. She came two more times and then had me pull out.

Vera had me lay on my back and peeled off the condom and started sucking me off like crazy. Soon I groaned and told her I was going to cum and then shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

The more I fucked Vera, the more into and wild she got. She loved the idea of stepping out on her husband, and she loved sex. She loved the idea that when we were together, she was my girlfriend. She loved the fact that she could be as wild as she wanted with me and that I always wanted her to cum as much as possible.

By the time September rolled around, I thought I was going to get to fuck her almost every week day. She didn't work and could take her son to school and fuck me for a couple of hours every day. I was even wondering if I had enough stiffies in the storeroom to keep up with the increased demand Vera would put on my resources. I had her, Kirsten, Cheri, Caryl, and a couple of others to play with. And of course, I was always open to a new recruit.

But like I said in the Kirsten entry, we ended our fun in October. And Vera ended our fun in late September.

I got cocky, and I took Vera's feelings for granted--not that I really cared about her feelings to begin with. I never hid the fact that I fucked Caryl. Vera assumed that I was fucking her. But she started asking questions about some of the other women she saw going into my apartment--especially Cheri.

Of course I laid out the line that they were clients (and technically, Cheri was). And while that worked for awhile, there was one little fact that she couldn't get over.

All of these "clients" were attractive women. When she finally wanted to see the light, she did.

One Tuesday morning, we had just finished a session when she got out of bed to take a shower and get dressed. As she was showering, I couldn't help but get the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She wasn't as passionate as she had been and seemed somewhat distracted.

So I was laying there, she dried off and came back into the bedroom to get dressed.

"So.....are those other women all really clients?"
"Of course."
"And if I said that I didn't believe you? Then....?"
"Then I'd be insulted."
"Okay. Then maybe you should be insulted."
"Then I am."
"All your clients are women?"
"No, just the ones that I fuck."

She looked at me and finished pulling up her skirt.

"You know, I gave you a chance to be honest and you still lie."

Well, fellow poachers, the best defense is a good offense. Mr. Happy had seen the last of Vera's pussy, anyway. He faxed up the go-ahead to nuke the relationship.

"So this has obviously been bothering you for a long time. And yet, you kept spreading your legs for me. Even today. I'm this big liar, yet you still wanted me to fuck you one more time. If I say they're clients, they're clients. Now if you keep pissing me off, I'm not going to want to fuck you anymore."

I still like that last comment.

"You pig. How about I tell that girlfriend of yours about what a great boyfriend you are?"
"Hey, go ahead. I'm only in it for the ass I'm getting off her. But maybe your husband will see some pictures of you one day. Say goodbye to your son."

Yeah. That wouldn't be good.

"Stay away from me."
"Just leave. I got what I wanted from you."

THAT got her. And it was totally uncalled for. And I wish I could go back in time and say it again. And I even got a "Fuck you." out of it. Cool. Vera never swore.

Of course, there was that ugly little detail of her living just a few doors down from me. But we managed to avoid each other after that day. One funny incident happened however.

A few weeks after our last fucky-wucky, she and her husband arrived home at the same time I did. I was opening my door when we caught each others attention.

Vera's husband was getting his keys out and she started rubbing his back. "I love you, honey...."

The look he shot her was like he was saying, "What the fuck?" I nearly started cracking up. I unlocked my door, went into my apartment and busted up on the couch.

Through sheer luck, I didn't see her after that. She and her family moved away about a month later. They must've been on a six-month lease.

I probably should've let her tell Caryl, though. It would've saved me a lot of headaches. Then again, if Caryl had believed her and dumped me, I never would've had to opportunity to fuck Hillary.

And that would've sucked.

Vera