Kirsten

When: July to October 1989.
Status: Married seven years
Occupation: Teacher
Meetings: 22
Age: 34

Okay, as I've previously mentioned, I cheated on Caryl (like every other girlfriend I had) like crazy. But how I actually met Kirsten is one of my favorite stories. I still can't believe I picked up a woman this way.

Caryl and I had been dating about a little over a month or so and I had already cheated on her. And loved it. It was like the more I got to know Caryl, the more I enjoyed fucking around on her. One Friday night in July of 1989, Caryl and I went out to Don Jose.

We were seated in the bar area in a small booth. It was a bit crowded being a Friday night, and as Caryl babbled on about the incredibly boring details of her day, I scanned the room for pretty girls. As the new soundtrack to my life, Caryl's unrelenting voice, serenaded me, I spotted a table where two couples were seated. One was a couple who appeared to be in their fifties but it was hard to see as their backs were turned to me.

The couple that were facing towards me were in their early thirties. The younger woman, a brunette, seemed quite bored while the other three were engaged in some sort of engrossing conversation. I caught her eye and she smiled. Caryl was digging through her purse for who-knows-what so I mouthed "Bored?" She smiled and nodded. Caryl was still yapping so I glanced quickly at her and then put my hand just outside the booth and made the "yap, yap, yap" gesture with it. This woman started laughing and then covered it by pretending to cough.

The waitress came over and took our orders. When she left, Caryl seemed to settle down. I needed to wind her ass up again about something.

When Caryl was in this non-stop talking mode, all I pretty much had to do was nod my head and say "right", "uh huh", or things to that effect. I tried to listen just enough so if she actually asked my opinion on something, I could give a decent answer. And by a decent answer, I mean anything that would placate her enough so I could fuck her that night.

I couldn't get her wound up again, though. So I had to actually talk to her. Well, I had to balance talking with her while maintaining whatever was happening with this striking woman about ten feet away.

Anyway, the brunette's husband got up and grabbed some sugar off the empty table next to them. The brunette looked at me, crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Now it was MY turn to cover my laughing.

Caryl looked up. "You okay, honey?"

I pointed at my iced tea, "Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe."

The brunette was alternating looking at her husband and shooting looks at me. She was doing the same balancing act that I was. But at least she had that other couple to distract her husband.

Then Caryl did me a huge favor and got up to go to the bathroom. I looked over at the brunette, who was now seated at a slight angle and facing the couple--but was looking out of the corner of her eye at me. I kept my gaze on her and after a few seconds, I mouthed "Lunch?"

She shot a quick look that I interpreted as "Huh?" Then I realized that I was a dumbass. I held up my index finger to say, "Hold on."

I took a napkin and wrote "LUNCH?"

Her eyes grew wide, she smiled, and mouthed, "No!" I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. She smiled. I flipped the napkin around and wrote,"DINNER?" She smiled and again mouthed "No," and shook her head. Her husband and their friends were still engrossed in their discussion which, for whatever reason, didn't interest her at all.

Okay. So......what now?Caryl got back and sat down.

"Miss me, baby?"
"You know it."

I saw the brunette get up and nod towards the restrooms. She probably just wanted to say thanks, but no thanks. And I figured I could thank her for being a good sport, if nothing else. I told Caryl that it was my turn and started getting up.

"Hurry up, honey. I'll miss you."

STFU! I'm trying to pick up a chick!

"I will."

I made a beeline to the restrooms where I saw the brunette. She looked like she was about to crack up.

"You certainly have a set."
"Thanks. I'm Ryan."
"I'm Kirsten. That your wife?"
"Girlfriend."
"The guy I'm sitting with is my husband. That couple we're with are his bosses, they own the company."
"What do you do?"
"I teach high school. French. You?"
"No, I'm not French."

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I didn't hear an accent."

"Legal assistant."
"Cool. We'd better get back. Listen, you were really cracking me up. I needed that. Thanks." "Anytime. Here's my business card in case you change your mind about lunch."
"Okay."

Kirsten went into the bathroom and I walked back to the table. I figured that that would be the last time I ever talked to her. She was cool, though, and I got a few laughs out of the whole thing.

"Did you miss me?"
"You know I did."

Or not. Whatever.

The two couples left and as they were leaving, Kirsten looked over and smiled and mouthed "Goodbye." So much for that. I did get a nice glimpse of her ass as she walked away. Oh well. Like I said before, I strike out way more than I succeed. I'm just glad that this swing-and-miss didn't end up with her husband's fist in my face.

"SFF" stands for "super fucking fun."

After dinner, Caryl and I went back to her place to "snuggle". And I "snuggled" Caryl's pussy pretty good that night thinking of Kirsten. Come to think of it, I pretty much snuggled Caryl to exhaustion that weekend. Caryl may have driven me crazy, but she was pretty, had a sensational body, loved sex, and was awesome in bed.

The following Monday, I was hard at work when my business phone rang.

"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Ryan?"
"Yes."
"This is Kirsten....we met the other night at Don Jose's."
"Good to hear from you."
"Is that offer still good? For lunch?"
"Absolutely. When?"
"Today? How about at Denny's in La Verne?"

We arranged to meet at 2:00, so I shaved and took a shower and then headed out. When I got there, Kirsten was waiting for me. When she saw me, she smiled and stood up.

"So......this is kinda weird....at least for me...."
"Having lunch?"
"Uh, no. Meeting a guy I just met for lunch."

The hostess came over and seated us. We resumed the conversation.

"So why'd you change you mind?"
"I don't know. That whole thing at Don Jose was so funny, you know? Just thought it'd be fun to get to know you."
"Well, good."
"I'm assuming you asked me out.....for more than lunch?"
"That's your decision. If you want to, great. If not, that's okay, too."
"Okay....."

I could sense that she was struggling with the idea of stepping out on her husband. So I really needed to get that white elephant out of the room.

"Listen, I won't ask. If you want to, you let me know. That's the last I'll say about it."
"Thanks.....I mean, part of me wonders why I'm even here, the other part wonders why I'm even wondering, you know?"
"I can't believe that actually made sense."
"Pretty good, huh? Wait till you get to know me better."

We had a very nice lunch, and afterwards we went our separate ways. But that wasn't the last time I saw her. Over the next couple of weeks, we kept meeting at that Michael J's for lunch. We usually got together two or three times during the week. I was really getting to like her and had figured that I wasn't going to get to fuck her. But that was cool.

It was fun having a friend like her. But I'll admit that not fucking her was driving me a bit crazy. During these two weeks, I finally managed to get a married neighbor of mine into bed. Her name was Vera and she wasn't the prettiest girl I've fucked, but she was okay in the looks department. Kirsten had me so worked up I needed more than what Caryl could give me--and that was plenty in and of itself.

Finally, one Thursday in late July, Kirsten and I met for lunch again We were eating and talking and having our usual good time when during a pause in the conversation, Kirsten said, "Well, you told me to let you know."

Of course, I knew immediately what she meant.

"When and where?"
"This weekend, maybe? Hubby will be in San Diego, company thing."

Man, I love the weekend sleepovers. But I didn't want to wait a whole two days to nail Kirsten.

"What about coming to my place after lunch? A preview?"
"I can't....you know?"

Oh. No biggie. Occupational hazard.

"That's fine. You want me to come over Friday night or Saturday morning?"
"Friday night. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what time."

After we finished lunch, we went out to the parking lot and kissed for a few minutes. Then we headed off on our separate ways. That night, I headed over to Caryl's to see if she wanted some mid-week snuggling. She did, and I was lucky that she was in the mood. Of course, that came with a price: staying overnight. But I got to fuck her again around two in the morning, so it was worth it.

When the morning came, Caryl went to work and I headed back to my place to start my day of work. Well, until around noon, when I heard a knock on my door. Vera had shown up for a little fun. I have to say, it was a great way to spend my lunch break.

Kirsten called around three and told me that seven the next night would work, but to let her call me first just to be safe. I told her that was fine. Anyway, after Vera and Caryl, I knew that I reaching a point where my "natural resources" had to replenish themselves, so I knew if Caryl called, I'd have to pass on any more fucky-wucky. I wanted to save up for Kirsten.

Should we get some take-out?

I needed to have an excuse ready though. Caryl would want to know why I wouldn't be spending the weekend with her when I talked to her later. So I really needed two excuses. One for the weekend and one just in case she wanted some snuggling that night. Luckily, she had a horrible day at work and wasn't in the mood for the Ryan Railway.

I trotted out a tried-and-true excuse for being AWOL that weekend--I told her that I'd be out of town working on a job with Jim. Jim was going to be in Fresno that weekend, so I just gave him the heads-up that I was using him as an excuse. And seeing as he liked Caryl about as much as she liked him, he was extra-happy to do it.

Kirsten called me at five o'clock that Friday and gave me the go-ahead to come on over. I packed up a bag, showered up, and headed over to her place. I got there and parked in a near-by apartment complex and walked over to her house.

I knocked on the door and Kirsten answered and let me in.

"I've been looking forward to this."
"You and me both."

We kissed for a minute and then Kirsten took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Man, I love giving it to a wife in the same bed that she sleeps in with her husband. Anyway, when we got into the bedroom, Kirsten started stripping and I followed her lead. She slid underneath the sheets as I took my pants and underwear off, exposing a very hard Mr. Happy. She smiled and said, "Nice."

I joined her and rolled her onto her back and we started kissing again. Kirsten alternated between pushing her tongue into my mouth and then sucking on my tongue. I slid my hand down to her pussy and she spread her legs. My original intention was just to play with her pussy for a couple of minutes and then go down on her. But one thing led to another and soon the Palm Pilot was in full throttle.

Usually, I like to warm a woman up a bit before pulling the Pilot out of the hangar, but hey, when you're ready to take flight, you take flight. Kirsten was helping the cause quite a bit on her own. She was already wet by the time my hand got to her pussy and she kept getting wetter the more I played with it. I had a head start, so why not use it?

Over the next several minutes, I massaged and played with Kirsten's pussy and alternating between sucking on her hard nipples and kissing her. Finally, she grunted "I'm cumming baby...." and arched her back and climaxed.

"That.....was nice."

We relaxed for a few minutes and kissed and talked some more. Kirsten reached down and felt my hard cock and said, "We should really do something about this."

She threw the covers back and leaned down and started sucking my cock. The sensations of her warm mouth going up and down my shaft and her hand cupping and rubbing my balls proved to be too much for me and soon I was groaning that I was about to cum.

Kirsten pulled her mouth off of my cock and started jerking me fast, encouraging me to cum. I groaned and shot my load all over my stomach. Kirsten moved back up and we kissed for a couple of minutes.
"Care to join me in the shower?"

She didn't wait for an answer and got up and grabbed a couple of towels. I heard her start the water and got out of bed and took her up on her invitation.

We cleaned up and then started kissing again. I guided her to the back of the tub and got down on my knees. I wanted to eat her out, but the tub was a bit narrow. So we repositioned ourselves so that she was leaning against the side wall. A bit cramped for me, but I didn't care.

She spread her legs and I started licking her pussy. She groaned as I ran my tongue over her hard clit. Kirstin started grinding her hips as I worked my tongue up and down her lips. Soon, her groaning became louder and she grunted that she was cumming.

I reached over and turned the water off and had her turn around. I took care of the front, now it was time to take care of the back.

Kirsten reached around and spread her ass and I started rimming her, working my tongue up and down her crack and teasing her asshole. I took my finger and slid it up into her pussy. It was an awkward position to be in, for sure, but definitely well worth the trouble. Soon Kirsten was cumming again.

After she came, she smiled and said, "Fuck, baby. That was great." We finished up our shower and dried off quickly and returned to the bed. I was rock hard again.

Kirsten laid down on her back and spread her legs while I rolled on a condom. I put my head between her legs and licked her pussy to get her wet and then mounted her and slid my cock inside of her pussy.

She groaned and I started sliding in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around mine and placed her hands on my hips and I leaned down and started kissing her. We went slowly for a couple of minutes and then I increased my pace.

After a couple of minutes, Kirsten told me to lay on my back. I pulled out of her and laid down. She straddled me reverse cowgirl-style and eased down my shaft. I love the pressure this position creates and the site of her ass and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy drove me crazy.

Kirsten slid up and down my cock at a deliberate pace and soon I heard her say that she was cumming. She let out a loud moan and came. I had been doing my best to hold off my own orgasm and finally shot my load as she rocked on my lap hard.

She got up and I pulled off the condom and flushed it down the toilet. I washed up a little and Kirsten put on a robe and we went into the living room to start some serious drinking. She was downing some wine and I was doing some damage to her husband's stash of Coronas.

About a half hour into our kissing/drinking/talking session, the phone rang. She leaned over and picked it up. It was her husband calling to check in.

"Oh yeah. Not much. Just watching some television tonight," she said, looking at me.

"Yeah, do some errands tomorrow. Was the drive-up okay? Uh-huh. Good. Okay, honey. Have fun tomorrow. Call me tomorrow night? Uh-huh. Good. Okay honey, I love you. Night!"

She hung up the phone and laughed. "I should feel bad....but I don't. I love him, but....you know, right?"

Yeah, I kind of did. I think.

We spent the next hour chatting and drinking. I was finally getting a little hungry, so I spread Kirsten out on the couch and spread her legs and went down on her again. After making her cum, she took off her robe and I stood up and peeled off my underwear.

Kirsten started sucking and jacking my cock. I didn't last long and soon moaned that I was going to cum. Kirsten took her robe--it was terrycloth, in case you were wondering--and jacked me off until I came into it.

Then we went back to drinking. After a couple of hours, we were flat-out drunk. We decided to call it a night and went back to the bedroom. But Mr. Happy wasn't ready for sleep. He wasn't at full attention, but he was showing signs of recovery.

We started kissing and I rolled her onto her back. She laughed, "You're hard again?" I smiled and dove down for another trip between her legs. I made her cum again, and by that point, my cock was at full attention.

I rolled on another condom and slid in. This wasn't really anything too special; just two plastered people doing the bump and grind. Kirsten didn't cum this time, and I was so drunk that I really didn't care. A couple of minutes of shoving my cock into her tight pussy did the trick and I finished unloading the rest of my reserves into the condom.

We passed out and the next thing I remember was us waking up around eleven the next morning. We were pretty hungover, so we took it easy, downed some aspirin, and showered up. Around one, we felt better and went out and grabbed lunch and headed back. After getting back from lunch, we were ready to begin fucking--but not drinking--again.

We stayed away from the drinking the rest of my time there and just kicked back, fucked, ate, talked and watched some television. At one on Sunday afternoon, I headed back home.

During the rest of my relationship with Kirsten, there were a few more weekends I spent at her place. The rest of our meetings usually took place at my apartment, with her popping over for some daytime fun.

Things started slowing down, of course, when school started up again. Her schedule just didn't allow her the time to continue to see me on a consistent basis and we ended it in October. We talked of possibly starting up again the following summer, but it never happened.

Kirsten