Pilar

February 1982 to June 1985

Status:  Married 2 years (second marriage), no kids.

Occupation:  Event Planner

Meetings:  Lost count

Age:  32

Quotable:  "I admit it.  I love younger guys!"

Yes, and Pilar loved me.  

Mua-ha-ha.

Pilar was a kinda/sorta employee of Don's.  A kinda/sorta employee like yours truly.

Allow me to explain.

Pilar was actually self-employed.  She was a corporate event planner.  And Don hired her to pretty much run whatever events he held at Brindlewood.  These, of course, were social events, not corporate events, but Don did everything first-class, and the community parties at Brindlewank were certainly no exception.

Pilar, of course, did events in Los Angeles, Orange County, and the Inland Empire (especially around the hotels surrounding the Ontario International Airport.)   

I actually first met her not long after I started working for Bob.  Jim and I actually rehabbed her mobile home.  She was super cool and very friendly.  The second I laid eyes on her, I wanted to get something straight between us.

Of course, that's my usual reaction when I see any attractive woman. 

Okay, this is some background on her.  This is just information I gleaned over the course of our relationship.

Pilar was 32 when we met and was born in Mexico City.  She had dual citizenship (her father was from the United States and her mother was from Mexico.)  She spent her early childhood in Mexico before her parents moved back up to the states (they moved to Oceanside, north of San Diego).

She attended San Diego State and then worked a couple of years in San Diego at XYZ corporation in their human resources department.  About a year after joining XYZ, she met her first husband at work.

About a year and a half after they got married, he was transferred to their office in LA (he was an accountant).  Pilar decided to quit (there was no job for her in LA) and went back to school to get her MBA at USC.  

After getting her MBA, Pilar took a recruiting job in Los Angeles.  She and her first husband were there for four years.  And then the bottom dropped out of their marriage.

Pilar was caught having an affair.  Her husband forgave her and they went to counseling and seemed to have worked through it.  Then....

Yeah, Pilar had another affair, and that was that.  Actually, FOUR more affairs.  All with younger guys.  Her first hubby only knew about the two, though, thankfully.

She moved out of their apartment and received a job transfer to the Inland Empire.  She was working and living in San Dimas when she met Fuckhead Mark.  They moved to Brindlewood after getting married.  Not long after that, she started her own business.

So there's some basic background.

Pilar and her husband, Mark (fuck you, dickhead), lived in one of the northernmost areas in Brindlewood.  The part of the park they lived in still--at that time--didn't have a lot of mobile homes.

This is important.  Nah.  Notable.  Yeah, that.

The reason why it was important notable is that Pilar ran her bidness from home.  Now, if you recall in the Brenda entry, I mentioned how small her mobile home was.  That one was a holdover from before Don bought the place in 1974.

Well, there was another very small mobile home, around 550 square feet, that was also a holdover.  The people renting it moved out and it was vacant  So in January of 1982, Pilar went to Don and asked if she could rent it, and if they could put it in their backyard.

Pilar and her husband (fuck you, dick), actually had a decent-sized lot.  Their prefab was decked the fuck out and one of the nicest places there.  

Since that particular area wasn't all that congested, Don said sure.  Really, it was the size of a large shed, anyway.  So it was moved into their backyard and all hooked up to power and water and all that.  I think Don and Pilar split the cost on this, but I'm not sure.  And there actually might not have been any cost.  When Don bought the place, the units were stacked in so tightly, that a small unit might have already been close to or even on where Pilar's backyard was currently.

Who knows?  

But leave it to Don.  Of course he said yes.  He would not only pick up extra rent from Pilar, but when they left, he could rent those two units as a package deal and really jack the price up (and trust me, when that day came, that's just what he did).

Anyway, Pilar's future office needed--guess what?  Some fixin' up.   

Pilar wanted it decked out, really fine and was willing to pay for it.  So she asked Don for much it would cost.  So Bob drove over, and we looked through it and gave her an estimate.  

Bob gave her the number and without a beat, she said okay almost immediately.  And Bob turned to me and asked how long I needed.

"A week, max."
"Awesome!"

So the next day, I got to work.

Really, it just needed some paint, tiles, new carpet, and new skirting.  I started on a Tuesday and by Saturday, I was finishing up painting the interior.

When I got there, Pilar came out and met me.

"Hey, sweetie."
"Hi Pilar."
"Don't get too close.  I'm sick.  I'm just going to head back to bed.  You need anything, just help yourself."
"What?  You just gave me the coronavirus?  BITCH!  Da fuck dat about??????"

Uh....okay....okay....

"Thanks, Pilar.  When you feel better, I'll stick my tongue up your ass and give you a rectal orgasm."
"I'D LOVE THAT!"

Hehehehehehe.....Sorry.  I'll be good.

"Thanks, Pilar.  Hope you feel better."
"Thanks, sweetie."

Better?

Anyway, I had been there a whole fifteen minutes, prepping the place for painting, when her shithead husband came in.

"Hey, you're not going to make too much noise are you?"
"No, I bought the quiet paint.  Two extra bucks per gallon."

That wasn't appreciated.  But I didn't appreciate his comment, either.  So we were even.  Of course, Mark wanted to continue the dick wagging contest.

"Because my wife is sick.  And I need her to get some rest."
"I'm aware.  I've already talked to her.  Surprisingly, she still wants her office finished, especially since I bought the magic paint."

We went back and forth for a few minutes and he left a little--a lot--annoyed, which made me a very happy mobile home renovator.  

This wasn't the first time we had, uh, agreed to disagree.  He was, and probably still is, an insufferable asshole.  I had run into him at some park events, and motherfucker, what a arrogant snob.  He WAS a smart guy, for sure.  Worked as an aerospace engineer at Aerojet in Azuza (about a thirty, forty minute drive from Brindlewood.)  But he was an asshole.

This wasn't about, hey, don't touch my wife.  This was, kiss my ass, I'm better than you, so I'm going to give you a little shit just to remind you, you blue collar POS.  

So needless to say, I loved throwing his shit right back in his bitch face.

By the way, had he pulled this shit on Bob, he would have ended up drinking his morning coffee through his asshole after Bob relocated his face.  And this probably would have been fine with Don, who couldn't stand Mark either.

Around two, Pilar--and her wonderful ass and tits--came into her new office.

"This looks so good!"
"I'm glad you like it."
"I do!"
"Feeling better?"
"MUCH.  Thank you."

A few seconds later, she smiled,  and said, "Quiet paint, huh?"

"Yeah.  It didn't wake you up, did it?"
"No......no, it didn't."
"So it worked."
"Yeah....sorry......sometimes my husband'ssssssss....."

She didn't finish.  She didn't need to.

"So, this should be finished today.  When you moving your stuff in?"
"Monday.  Let it air out and everything."
"I have a quick job up here on Monday.  Just some painting.  How about I come up when I'm done and we'll get you all set up.  No charge."
"Thank you.  I'd appreciate it.  I'll even supply lunch.  Pizza?"
"Sounds good."

She leaned in and gave me a tight hug.  

"I'll keep an eye out for when you're done and come back out to say goodbye."

And then she kissed me on the cheek and left.

So much for not getting close.  A tight hug and a kiss.  It was worth the risk.

I didn't mind donating an hour or two of free labor for her.  I had always liked her, loved leering at appreciating her body, and enjoyed her company.  And the fact that I knew she'd tell Fuckface that I'd be helping her was icing on the cake.

So on Monday, I was knocking out a quick job after one of my classes.  I had just met Paula and was working on getting her into the sack.  I was making progress, the outlook was great, and I was in a terrific mood.  And I was flying through the job.

Around noon, Pilar walked in.

"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey.  I thought I was going to meet you up at your place."
"Just driving by....saw your car, thought I'd say hi."

Interesting, considering that the unit I was working on was on the opposite end of the park  from her place--and on a completely different street......

"So, hi!"
"Hi Pilar."
"When you're done, just come on up."
"Okay."


She gave me another hug and kiss, rubbing my back a little as she did.  

A night out at the Buffalo Inn.

Needless to say, I found all of this a bit odd.  My poacher radar had never really picked up any serious signals on her poachability.  I immediately dialed up the radar's sensitivity a couple of clicks in case PIlar was indeed interested in a ride on the Ryan Railway.

That radar is a tricky tool.  Set too low, you miss out on possible poaches.  Set too high, you think EVERY lady is poachable.  


It's all about balance.

Anyway....

I worked for another hour or so--and I had to force myself to do even that--before I packed up.  I knew that I could wrap up the job the next day, anyway.

I drove up to Pilar's place, parked my car in a common parking area, and walked into her backyard.  I saw some furniture on her patio.  I walked up to her office and went in.

"Pilar?"
"Hey sweetie!"

I turned around and saw Pilar in a white tank top and some very short-shorts.

"Hey, how you doing?"
"Great now that my helper's here."

"I'd like to help her cum."

"Shuddup, idiot."

"So is that everything?" I asked, motioning to the back patio.

"That's it!"

"See any vibrators?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Pilar and I started moving her furniture into her new office.  Most of it went in pretty easily, although her desk was a bit tricky, due to its size.  But we got it through the door.

She started setting up her desk and work area while I lugged in a few more items of necessity--television, radio, a few lamps.

I put the television on its stand when she asked me, "So sweetie, how old are you again?"

"18. 19 next month."
"Nice.  Girlfriend?"
"No."

I didn't know how to react to that "nice" comment, so I was kind of glad she moved onto asking if I had a girlfriend.

"Hey, one more thing?"
"Sure."
"Could you help me with that?", she said, pointing towards the porch.

"That" was a queen bed and box springs.

"Sure.  Why do you need a bed in here?"
"Sometimes a girl needs a nap."

Okay.

I went and got the bed frame and assembled it.  Then we set the box springs in and went and topped them off with the mattress.

Then I helped her actually make the bed.

Pilar flopped onto the bed, and patted the mattress.

"Care to join me, sweetie?"

I started to get on the bed when she smiled and said, "Nooooooo......"

"No?"
"Shirt off, shorts off."

Needless to say, I was rock hard.  I had been pretty much the whole time, looking at Pilar's shorts riding halfway up her ass and her big tits in that tank top.

Pilar stood up and pulled off her top and unhooked her bra.

"You think I haven't noticed that?", she said, pointing at my hard cock.

Well, no denying the obvious.

"Well, considering how hot you look, can you blame me?"
"Of course not."

Pilar pointed at the bed.  I laid down on my back and Pilar crawled onto the bed.

She smiled as I looked down at her.  She then lowered her mouth down and started sucking my cock.  I groaned and she wrapped her hand around my cock, jerking me as she was sucking.

She then pivoted around so her legs were straddling my face.  I leaned up a bit and started licking her wet pussy, pushing my tongue in and out.  

It didn't take long before Pilar was cumming

After she came, she got up, laughed, said, "Fuck," and crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling me.  

She put the head of my cock into her pussy and eased all the way down.

"Feel good, sweetie?"
"Oh yeah."

She rocked back and forth for a few minutes and then leaned forward and kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth.  We kissed for a few minutes, as she repeatedly lifted and lowered her pussy onto my cock.

Pilar was groaning, moving up and down faster and harder.  I was sucking on and licking her pierced nipples, which made her groan even more.  After several minutes, Pilar let out an "Oh fuck!!!!" and came.

"You like my pussy, sweetie?"
"Love it."
"Yeah, it's mutual."

I was rock hard, and still inside of her, but Pilar had stopped fucking me.  She was just catching her breath.  I was in no hurry.

"So you every fuck a married chick before?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah.  I believe it."

She kissed me again.

"What about anal?  Ever do that?"
"Yeah."
"You good at it?"
"Great."

She laughed. 

"Love the confidence."

She got off me and went to her purse.  I had a nice view of her ass and pussy as she bent down and pulled something out of her purse.  

It was a bottle of lube.

I was still on my back, my cock so hard I could use it at the batting cages, and she smiled and said, "We're not going to do this every time, just once in a while.  Like every fourth or fifth time....depending on how often we get together, of course.  I'm thinking it's going to be a lot."

I nodded.  Mr. Happy nodded.  Then he went all Mr. Happy.....

"I'm goin' strollin' in her colon!"

"Gonna take a whack at the crack!"

"I'll be fine where the sun don't shine!"

"I'm gonna pump that sweet rump!"

"I'm gonna do the dirty before 5:30!"

"Tell this lass that I'm going to fuck her ass!"

Anyway.....

She handed me the bottle and said, "Get up, sweetie."

I did, and Pilar laid on her stomach and rested her head on her crossed arms.

"You said you were, good.  Wait, you said you were great at it.  So be great."

Challenge accepted!

I put the lube aside and buried my face in her ass and started rimming her.

"Oh fuck.  Didn't see THAT cumming!"

They never do, Pilar.

I will admit that it was tough to tongue her ass because of the mask I was wearing because of the coronavirus.

Anyway, I was rimming her and she was loving it.  Pilar loved ass play (I know that comes as a shock), and soon she was groaning whimpering.  And by soon, I mean like just a couple of minutes.

As she was cumming, I slid my tongue into her ass.  That really drove her over the edge.

"Fuck fuck....fuck...fuck....stick your cock in my ass...."  

I lubed up Mr. Happy and then squeezed some lube into PIlar's ass.  I then slid my finger in and out several times.

She reached down and spread her cheeks wide and I gently slid my cock in.  Pilar brought her arms back up and was resting her head on them again.

And I went into my tried-and-true anal routine.  Slide some cock in slowly, then retreat.  A little further the next time and then retreat.  

<Repeat until erect penis is completely inside recipient's ass.  Mileage may vary.  Certain terms and conditions may apply.  See your local dealer for details.>

When I was all the way in, I leaned down and whispered, "So what do you think?  Am I great?"

She replied, "uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and we both laughed.

I started sliding the length of my cock in and out slowly.

"Tell me when you want it harder, Pilar."
"Sweetie....a little faster."

I increased my speed.

"That's it, sweetie....that's it."

I wasn't slamming her, but I was going at a pretty good rate.  At this point, I was ready to blast off, but wanted Pilar to come again.  

So I thought about Barry Manilow.  I love Barry's music, so I played "Weekend In New England" in my head.

That kind of did the trick, as I managed to hold off just long enough to hear Pilar say, "Ryan....cumming sweetie!"

"So am I."
"Shoot it in my ass, sweetie!"

She came and I unloaded like I was Peter North, dumping a few hundred gallons of cum in her.

Well, maybe not that much.  But a lot.

I pulled out and laid down next to her.

"Okay.  You are great."
"Thank you."
"How about this.....we get together a LOT?"
"Works for me."
" I need a nap.  Don't worry about Mark.  He's in Phoenix for a few days."

We took a shower and then passed out for a couple of hours, snuggled up next to one another.

It was dark when I started waking up.  In my semi-conscious haze, I could feel Pilar's mouth on my rock-hard cock.  I reached over and played with Pilar's ass, squeezing it, sliding my hand up and down her crack, and sliding my finger in and out of her asshole.

She then shifted her legs and positioned her knees on either side of my head.  I went to work licking and sucking on her soaked pussy.  Soon PIlar said, "Sweetie....coming!" and then said, "Oh, shit, yes....."

After she caught her breath, Pilar got up and positioned her pussy above Mr. Happy.  She reached down, held him up, and slid down slowly.

"You like that, sweetie?"
"Oh yeah."

Pilar alternated between rocking back and forth, grinding, and lifting and lowering her pussy and sliding up and down my hard cock.  I was getting close and she could tell.

What does Pilar have in mind?

"Don't worry about me, sweetie.  You took care of me.  Just cum for me."

Pilar keep fucking me and after another minute or so, I tensed up, ready to fill up her pussy again.

"Yeahhhhh....come on.....shoot it in me.....fill me up....."

I unloaded another huge deposit into PIlar's special vault and she leaned down and we started kissing.  

"Nice....so you gotta go to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"What classes you got?"
"Philosophy, English, History.  8 to 2."
"Any work?"
"No."
"Tell you what....got a meeting in Alhambra tomorrow.....I'll be back around 7.  Wanna come over and spend the night?"
"Definitely."

I got through my day of boredom and went home and had lunch and studied for a couple of hours.  Around six, I got a call from Pilar.

"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey, Pilar."
"Gonna be a little late.  Meeting ran longer than I thought, we're all grabbing dinner.  If you don't hear from me, come up around 9:30?"
"Can do."
"See you!"

We met up in her office that night and had a blast.  Pilar had a nice stash of the relaxy-tobaccy and we spent the night fucking, getting high, and downing beers.  She was in a great mood--her meeting had resulted in a big gig for her.

We would spend the next few years hooking up, going out to eat (she loved the Buffalo Inn) or just hanging out in her office fucking, getting high, and getting drunk.  She worked hard and played harder.  

It wasn't really a steady thing.  Our arrangement was that I'd wait for her to contact me, either in person or on the phone.  I couldn't call due to shithead being around, of course. 

And I always had plenty of playmates with whom I had the same arrangement, of course.  It always worked out well.  Yeah, I had to wait to be contacted, but that's why I say even when you have plenty of poachettes, you still have to recruit, recruit, recruit and recruit. 

It all came to an abrupt end in June of 1985, however.  And what a way it ended.  

In May of 1985, Pilar and I had just finished a bout of anal lovin' and were lying in bed together.  She said, "Hey, you wanna go on a cruise with me?"

A fucking cruise?  Fuck yeah!  I needed to blow off steam after a long year of not studying hard!

"Where to?"
"Acapulco."
"I'm in."
"Have some business down there.  A few days cruising down, about ten days down there having fun, then head on back!  What do you think?"
"I'd love to."
"Yeah, we could fly down, but fuck, let's enjoy ourselves."

So two straight weeks of fucking this chick?  Yeah, sounded good to me.  

The trip down was awesome.  Great cabin, great food, great everything.  We had our own private deck outside of the room.  We loved fucking on that deck.  Yeah, somebody could have peered around the dividers/walls, or even looked over them if they stood on a chair, but we didn't care.  In fact, the prospect of getting caught seemed to turn Pilar on even more.

The fun continued for the first four or five days down there.  PIlar and I would have breakfast, hang out all morning at the beach, get lunch and then return to the beach.  We even set up a tent one day and fucked in it.  At night, we'd get some dinner and either return to our room to drink and get high and fuck or go back to the beach and drink, get high, and fuck.

Unfortunately, though, Pilar started going AWOL on me after a few days.  She was caught up in a lot of meetings, meeting a lot of bigwigs, all that networking stuff.  She came back to our room wiped out, so basically the Pilar sex stopped.  I wasn't even seeing her at dinner.

After a couple of days of basically vacationing alone, I was scheduled to finally meet up with Pilar again. She came to our table and apologized and told me that she had to go again.  Then she kissed me and split.

Great, I thought.  Another day in dry dock.  Fuck that.  Time to look for some company..  As it turned out, company found me.

I won't go too far into my hooking up with Adele.  I'll do that entry after I've finished the Brindlewood poachettes.  But I had a blast with her.

And I had a blast with her on the cruise back as well.  But again, that's for a later post.

Yeah, Pilar bailed on our cruise back home as well.  She ended up staying for....well, I don't really know.  A couple of days before we were scheduled, I did get one last fuck session with Pilar.  After we were done, Pilar apologized and told me that she was going to need to stay a little longer than she had expected.

She told me to take the cruise home and that when she got back she'd make it up to me.  I couldn't really complain.  I had had a great vacation for free, got to fuck Pilar a whole lot before she got too wrapped up in business, and I met Adele.  So I said, no problem.  And on the day I was to head back, she even arranged a limo to take me over to the docks.

And Adele was there on that cruise back to keep me company.  Fuck, I even had her ride in the limo with me!

Of course, there was one little unpleasant surprise waiting for me when I got back to the docks in Long Beach:  Pilar had driven us there.  I didn't have a ride home.  I had completely forgotten about that.  Luckily, Adele drove me home, even though she lived in Orange County.  This took her out of her way a quite a bit, but I definitely appreciated the ride.

About two weeks after I got back home, Bob sent me up to Brindlewood to rehab another mobile home for Don.  I had been working for a couple of hours when I heard Trish come in.  She came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss.

"Hey, long time no see."
"How you doing, weirdo?"
"Not bad.  How was your fuckcation?"

So I told her what I told you and she said, "huh."

"What?"
"You know she's gone, right?"
"What?"
"About a week ago.  Had some movers come in, pack up her shit, and took off.  Mark's fit to be tied he's so pissed.  What a shame."
"Where'd she go?"
"No clue.  But she left this for you."

Trish took an envelope and put it on the kitchen counter.

"Probably a goodbye note."
"She couldn't even call me?"
"Well....parting is such sweet sorrow, right?"
"Get the fuck out of here," I said, laughing.

Trish flipped me off.

"Wanna grab dinner tonight?:"
"Sure.  Bengie's?"
"You're on.  See you around six."

Trish split and I opened the envelope.

"Hey sweetie!

Sorry, about leaving this way.  And sorry I was so busy down here during our vacation."

"Down here?"  What?  You're still down there?

I honestly didn't expect to be so busy.  I went down there to pick up some business.  This place has a ton of events!

"This place"?  What?

The more meetings we were having, the more of the family I met (the resort was owned by a filthy-ass rich family), the more we all talked about me just working here full-time.  They made an offer I couldn't refuse.  And I got a huge bonus for hiring on!

I'll have my own suite to live in, rent-free!  I'm so happy!  This is like a dream come true.

Well, I'm happy for you Pilar.  Really.

The letter went on but that was basically the gist of it.  She thanked me for all the great times and wished me well.  She didn't say why she didn't even call to say goodbye.  

Hey, I'll admit that it had nothing to do with it being too hard to say goodbye.  We weren't emotionally involved.  It was just sex, pot, going out, drinking, and more sex.  Perhaps she just forgot, although to be honest, it's far more likely she just didn't care enough to call, especially being so wrapped up in the move.  

At the end of the day, Pilar was always out for.....Pilar.  Of course, I wasn't exactly the most ethical, caring guy in the world so who was I to judge.

But still....a phone call takes like five minutes.  Oh well.

Oh....Mark....yes....

Well, in August, his lease was up and it was time to renew it.  He went in to talk to Don about lowering his rent, since "that fucking bitch" was gone and not using the office any longer.

Of course, this made no sense.  Not only was Don NOT going to lower his rent, he wanted Mark to get out so he could rent out that combo for even more money that he had been collecting from Mark and Pilar.

Don and Mark "compromised", with Don telling Mark that he'd rent him another, smaller unit with two free months.  This, of course, was just what Don wanted and he ended up renting those two units to another couple at a nice increase. 

As you might imagine, I never did hear from PIlar again.

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