Confessions Of A Poacher

Josie

2012-01-29T22:00:00.000-05:00

September 1984 to October 1985

Status: Married four years (second marriage), one daughter from first marriage, two stepsons.

Meetings: Lost count.

Age: 35

I haven't talked too much about Cal Poly, yet. Sure, I touched on two women I met there, Andrea and Rita, who was my "official" girlfriend during some of my time with Josie. But for the most part, when I've talked about college liaisons, it's almost exclusively been about Chaffey.

And I haven't even touched on the University of La Verne yet.

So let's head back to Cal Poly.

I finished up all the general ed and speech classes that I could at Chaffey by June 1984 and transferred to Cal Poly. I took a couple of summer classes over a six-week period and had a few weeks until the Fall quarter started.

One of the classes I took in September was a business elective. My major was a hybrid of business and communication classes. So I took a couple of general ed classes and the elective I took was a class called "Starting Your Own Business." I had signed up for it because it really seemed interesting. You'd do a full business plan, the whole shebang.

"Heh heh......Ryan said 'she bang'...heh heh heh heh!"

And with my mom's experience in self-employment, the main project--designing your plan for starting a business from scratch--I figured I could choose to "start" a commercial photography business or even a studio.

Yeah, typical Ryan. Take a relatively easy and interesting class and look for a way to make it even easier. Like I've said, while attending Chaffey and Cal Poly, I was the very definition of a slapdick student.

So the first class met and I dutifully attended. I'd like to add here that while I was a fair to middling student at best, my full college GPA--Chaffey and Cal Poly--was respectable. And my attendance was excellent. But I'm wandering off course here.

I went to the class and sat down. I was a bit tired. I had scheduled all of my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I figured it would be best to attend school six hours a day, two days a week. And having been at Poly since 8:00 in the morning, I was feeling the noon fatigue. Then again, maybe getting more than two hours of sleep the previous night would have helped.

Anyway, I took a seat in the back of the class. There were about thirty students or so there. The professor came in and passed out the syllabi and explained what would be expected. There were a few quizzes, a midterm, a final and a couple of written assignments. So far, so good.

Then came a little twist.

The professor announced that he was leaving for half an hour. And he told everyone to talk quietly, mingle a bit, and meet some new people.

What the fuck was this shit? I just groaned. First days of classes almost always entail the professor passing out syllabi and explaining a few things and dismissing the class. Most last fifteen to twenty minutes.

I met a few people, played the game, and all that. I turned to go back to my desk and saw a lady in her thirties sitting there. Oh well, meeting another person would be okay. Whatever. All I wanted was to go home and fall asleep.

I smiled and extended my hand.

"Hi. I'm Ryan."

"Hello, Ryan. I'm Josie."

I wanted to say it. Every fiber in my body screamed to say it. But I demonstrated actual willpower for a change and didn't.

She laughed. "Go ahead."

"And the Pussssssssssycatttttttsssssssssssssssssssss."

"Feel better?"

"Much."

I sat down and turned around, thrilled that I was able to make a reference to the great Josie and the Pussycats. And that's the first--and probably last-- time that I've ever referenced Josie and the Pussycats on Confessions.

"So, what's your major?"

"No major."

"Undecided?"

"No, I already have my degree. I have a degree in Theatre Arts from Pepperdine."

"You're an actress?"

"No, after I graduated, I got into doing makeup and hairstyling. I found that I liked being behind the scenes more."

"Work on any movies I might know?"

She smiled. "A few."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I want to open my own salon. Nothing big. I have some clients I actually travel to, and I'd like to keep doing that. But I'd like a small shop of my own I could keep open a few days a week."

"So you're really here to learn?"

She laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm actually kind of a nerd."

The professor came back in. He looked around and picked up his syllabus and said, "Oh yeah, there's one thing I forgot to cover. The project. You're going to pick a business you want to start, draw up a business plan, explain how you'll fund the initial start-up costs, all that. And in the last couple of weeks of the quarter, you'll give a twenty minute presentation to the class. And that, my friends, will be the easiest part."

Motherfucker. Oh well, I could still drop the fucking class. I hate giving oral reports. Then again, I could still knock it off pretty easily and just suck it up for the presentation.

The professor continued.

"Ah....what am I forgetting? Let's see.....32 students in here. Did any of you meet anyone you'd like to spend considerable time with for ten or so weeks?"

Oh fuck that shit. I didn't like group or partner projects. That was it. This wasn't a core class, it was an elective. Bye bye, shitty class.

"So start pairing up, people. I'll be back in ten."

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Care to help me open a hair salon? I mean, that's what you've always wanted, isn't it? That's why you're here, right?"

I like women with a sense of humor. And Josie certainly had one. I also like women with lots of money, but that's not really relevant to this entry.

"I'll introduce you to Melody and Valerie (the other band members in Josie and the Pussycats)."

"Deal. I've always had a thing for Melody."

"Me too. Hot platinum blonde thing. Bet she shaves."

I turned around and saw her laughing. Classic. A reference to a cartoon character shaving her happy zone. Really, it doesn't get much better than that. On my old Yahoo 360 page, I once posted a topless picture of Erin Esurance. I wish I could get a picture of Erin shaving Melody's pussy.

Bouncy, bouncy.

You know, if I actually found a picture of Erin fucking Melody, that might be it for sex for me. I'd just jack off to that a few times a day and be done with it. I'd divorce Alex, say goodbye to Lori, Shelly, and the rest of the girls and just spend my days envisioning Erin's hot tongue on Melody's wet pussy. For variety, I'd thrown in Daphne from Scooby Doo to join them. That would fucking rock.

Maybe not. I'd start to miss all the girls after a few months (or years).

Anyway, I just laughed and shook my head. Josie got up and took the desk next to me.

"Now that we're partners, we should sit together, huh?"

"That would be fine."

From my perspective, it made a lot of sense to partner with Josie. She was funny, already had done some research on opening her own place, was smart and interesting, and my participation would actually help launch a legitimate business.

I mean, it never hurts to throw some positive endeavors on the karma scale, does it?

The professor came back in and said that he'd see us all next Thursday and to "get out." The professor was quite mad in many ways, but very funny. Josie and I waited for people to leave and told him that we were going to be partners and what type of business we were planning to open.

We walked out of the building together and exchanged phone numbers.

"Well, nice meeting you Josie."

"You too. I'll call you tomorrow, that okay?"
"That's fine."

"Hey, is there a bar on campus?"

"It's ten after one. A little early, isn't it?"

"Huh. I didn't realize you belonged to the Temperance Society."

Smart ass. I guess I asked for it, though. At least that's what the huge smirk on her face said.

"Besides, I was going to buy you a beer. Since we're now best friends."

"That's very nice of you. But I'm on two hours sleep. A beer would put me into a coma."

"You wouldn't have lasted long at some of the parties I've been to."

"You always this much of a smart ass?"

"No. I have to pick my shots. How about coffee?"

Okay, I was wiped out. But coffee could wake me up some. And she did want some company.

"Tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"Okay."

"We go down to the cafeteria and I'll buy you a large coffee. I'll have one too. Well, tea. I don't like coffee."

"Well, I guess that would be...."
"You can walk behind me and stare at my butt."

Okay, now I was hearing things. I couldn't have heard that. My sleep-deprived mind had taken over and reverted to what it knew best: being a perv.

"What?"

"Oh, c'mon. You need some coffee for the drive home."

To this day, I'm not sure I really heard what I think I heard. I mean, I was sure she said it. Then again, I still think that I saw the Loch Ness monster swimming in Jim's pool one night in a polka dot bathing suit.

"Fine. You win."

"No. YOU win."

I know when I'm outmatched. So I told her that I'd go with her. I waited for her to start walking.

"Well?"

"Go ahead."

"Okay."

I followed her for a couple of minutes. She was wearing some nice, tight jeans and I was loving what I was seeing. So maybe she actually did say I could stare at her butt.

She turned and said, "This meet with your approval?"

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah, gotta tell you, you have good taste."

Okay, enough of that. I caught up with her and we walked side by side the rest of the way. I was surprised at how blunt she was. The "look at my butt" and "Melody's shaved pussy" comments had really gotten me wondering if she just had a wicked sense of humor (she did), if she just liked to flirt (she did), or if she was really looking for some fun (she was). I mean, I hadn't known the woman for two hours and she was telling me that I could stare at her ass if I would join her for coffee.

I got some coffee and Josie got an iced tea and we sat down at a table outside. We talked for about an hour about a variety of things.

Josie had met her first husband after she graduated from Pepperdine. She was working on a movie set when she met him. I actually knew the guy from movies and television. He wasn't a star by any means, but had gotten some steady work and eventually branched out into working as a producer after their divorce.

I guess the best way to describe his acting career would be imagine watching some show on television. You see a character and think, "Oh yeah....I've seen him. He was in....."

Anyway, they were married for seven years and had a daughter with whom they shared custody (who would've been eleven in 1984). After the divorce, they agreed to live in the same area for the sake of their daughter and got places in Glendora, about ten miles northwest of Pomona. It was a bit of a drive to the Burbank/Hollywood areas, but living there is pretty expensive. They also wanted to get their daughter into the suburbs.

After the divorce, she continued to work in Hollywood and Burbank and worked on film, television, and commercial sets. She became very experienced in most facets of cosmetology.

In 1979, she met her second husband on a blind date and was married a few months after that. She started her own side business and also spent some time doing hair in some of the local salons.

She asked, what "your story" was, and I told her. I was just a so-so student in college who had no clue what he was going to do in life. She smiled and said not to worry, that I'd eventually figure it out. Then she paused for a moment.

"Ryan, I know I'm a bit forward. I appreciate you being my partner."

"I like it. I like the fact that I'm actually going to help you open a real business, not just some business on paper."

"Well, if my comments were out of line, I'm sorry. I have a mouth, I know."

"Not at all. I like women with a sense of humor."

"So do I."

"Bisexual?"
"Uh huh. Well, when the mood hits."

We finally finished up our drinks. I knew I had just enough caffeine to get my tired ass home. Josie told me that she'd call me the next day or that I could call her. She said that she'd explain to her husband, Mike, that I was her partner.

We started checking in with each other on the phone almost every day, even on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And after each class, we'd grab some coffee and iced tea together. The conversations were always peppered with schoolwork, and sexual innuendo.

The third Wednesday of the quarter, I was home studying and my phone rang.

Josie.

"So hey. Studying?'
"Uh huh."

"Well, you could use a break. Talk a few?"

"Sure."

"So you have plans Friday night?"

"No. I'm working in Ontario for a few hours, but nothing at night."

"Hubby's in a bowling league. Then he goes out and grabs some beers afterward."

"So you want me to go bowling with your husband?"

"No, well, you could if you wanted. No, I was thinking maybe you could come over around five or so. He and his buddies grab some dinner before going to the alley. You and I could have dinner and spend some time on our project. We're partners and best friends now, remember?"

I had been planning on hitting one of the local watering holes to get some much-needed female companionship. But Josie was fun to be with and this was going to be a fun project. Fuck it. I could troll on Saturday night. Jim would be back from the Fresno job and we could go together.

"That sounds great. Five?"

"Yeah. I'll even let you stare at my ass again."

I had pegged Josie as a total goofball by this point. I really didn't take those type of comments seriously. She was a bit crass, but she was so funny. I really thought she was just a total bullshitter. She seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of me (so to speak) by saying that type of thing.

"Okay, but don't be a wuss. If you're going to show it, drop the pants and show it."

I heard a loud laugh.

"About time. I knew I'd finally get some sort of response."

"And shave yourself like Melody. And wear a blonde wig. I'd done beating around the bush."

Another loud laugh.

"If it's shaved, can you really call it a bush?"

And then it was my turn to laugh.

"That's not what I meant."

"Bullshit. See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

So Thursday it was back to Pomona for six hours of classes. Man, that seemed like such a good idea at the time I thought of it. But six straight hours of classes can be a real grind. But it was always fun to see my new best friend.

At noon, I walked towards the building and was almost there when I felt an arm slip around mine.

"Hey."

"You mind? I mean, you wouldn't mind a pretty woman on your arm, would you?"

"Sure, you know of one?."

"How droll."

Okay, now I was starting to want to get into this woman's pants. But if I made a move and she really wasn't interested in sex, imagine how awkward that could get. We sat through class and after it was over, we grabbed some coffee and iced tea again.

"So what does your husband do?"

She started singing a little. "I am a lineman, for the countyyyyyyyy.....", doing an impromptu performance of the Glen Campbell hit.

The great Glenn Campbell

"Phone company tech?"

"Something like that. He's actually an area supervisor now. But I like singing that song."

"You sing well."

"What's better? My singing or my butt?"

Here we go again. This time, however, we found ourselves on a slippery slope.

"Your butt. Not even close."

"You know, I've heard about people talking out their ass, but never singing out of it. That would be something."

"Definitely."

"A personal question?"

"Okay."

"Why no steady girlfriend? Just like playing the field?"

"I've had a couple. But right now, you know, just not attached."

"Okay."

"My turn."

"Ask away. Whatever you want."

"Why did you and your first hubby divorce?"

"I cheated on him. He cheated on me. Don't know who cheated first. Doesn't matter."

"No, it really doesn't."

"Why didn't you go with Marie to San Diego?"

"She wasn't the one."
"You cheat on her?"
"A lot. You ever cheat on Mike?"

"Yes. Well, I have. Once."

We leaned back. The lightening round was over. I think we had "too much information" overload. A minute later, we continued.

"Ever fuck a married woman?"
"Plenty. Ever fuck a married man?"

"Plenty. You afraid of commitment?"

"No. Are you?"

"Sure, why not? Something about married women you like in particular?"
"Just works out that way. Why'd you cheat?"

"Which time?"
"Any time."

"Cuz I wanted to. Cuz I'm just that way."

"Cop out."
"And 'just works out that way' isn't?"

We sat back again and smiled. The best way to describe this is verbal jousting is that it was part chicken, part chess. And neither of us could think of a question that would result in checkmate. That didn't mean we weren't enjoying it.

"How many sexual partners?"
"Classified. Double digits."

"You shit, that's no answer," she laughed.

"How many for you?"
"Double digits. Favorite sexual position?"

"Doggy. I can control when I cum better that way. Yours?"
"On top."

"Shocking."

"Fuck you. Favorite hair color?"

"Brunette. Brown to be specific."
"Good answer."

"Multi-orgasmic?"
"Please. You need to ask?"

With that, she laughed and said, "Five o'clock tomorrow. Be there." Just to be sure, she did call me up that night to remind me.

I worked until about two that Friday and finished up the job. I got home and relaxed and then got myself ready to see Josie. I had all of my notes on the project ready to go and wore a pair of jeans and a dress shirt.

I took off for Glendora at about 4:30 and got there just a little after 5:00. Josie opened the door and said, "My, you look nice. Have a date later?"

She looked pretty good herself. She was wearing a pair of pink shorts and a t-shirt. Okay, so she would've looked good wearing a garbage bag. She was hot.

We went in and worked on our project for a half hour. Then there was a knock on the door. Our pizza was there. Josie paid the delivery guy and soon we were eating. And, of course, the conversation started up again.

"We're really ahead of schedule on this thing. Maybe you'd like a tour of the house after we eat?"

"Sure."

"Cool. Glad you could come over."
"Yeah, me too. Thanks for inviting me."

"My pleasure. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."
"You feel weird about our conversation yesterday? I kinda do. I feel like I was too pushy."

"You're a little forward. No big deal. I like that."
"Okay. I can push too hard, you know? Don't want to offend."

We finished eating and she grabbed my hand. "C'mon."

She showed me around her house. Very, very nice place. Then again, most of the houses in Glendora were pretty nice. She then took me into the basement.

"Whaddya think?"

Fuck. Mike had converted their basement into a rec room. Well, he was in the middle of the conversion. Dry wall, ceiling panels, and some carpeting. And a nice pool table.

Josie racked up the balls (on the pool table, you perverts--not my balls) and said, "Wanna play?"

I really hadn't played much pool, but so what.

"Sure. Colors versus stripes?"

"You bet. You break."

I drew the cue stick back when she said, "Care to make it interesting?"

"What do you propose?"

"For each ball you sink, I take off a piece of clothing. For each ball I sink, you do the same."

"You want to play strip pool?"

"Sure. Scared?"
"No, but I'll be naked before you."
"Fine by me."

I shot and the balls went everywhere--except into any of the pockets.

Josie grabbed her stick and sunk a striped ball. I took off a shoe and smiled. To shorten this a bit, three balls later, I was barefoot. She finally missed a shot. Off came a sandal. Then another sandal. And fuck it all, I missed the next one.

Two balls later, I was standing there in my briefs and t-shirt. And to make it worse, I was hard as a rock.

"That a cue stick or are you just glad to see me?"

She missed and it was my turn again. I tapped in a ball and she smiled and took off her shirt--to only reveal a tank top underneath.

"You wearing two bras, too?"

"Keep making shots and you'll find out."

I sunk another ball and Josie took off her tank top. One bra. I leaned over to take my next shot and she came over and placed her palm on my cock and rubbed a little. "Don't miss, now. Concentrate." And I did. Of course, I totally missed. But at least I tried to concentrate.

We took turns missing and she was back up. Another ball went into the pocket. Off came my t-shirt. "One more." And she sunk another one. And I pulled my underwear off and was completely naked, my cock sticking straight up in the air.

Josie put her cue stick down and picked up one of my balls still on the table and rolled it into a pocket. "Nice shot." Off came her bra. She grabbed another ball and put it into a pocket again.

"All tied. I guess we both won." And off came her panties.

She walked over and we wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing. I can still hear her breathing and feel the warmth of her body when it was pressed against mine. My cock was plastered against her stomach. I kissed her face, her neck and her chest. I brought my hands up to her breasts and felt her hard nipples.

Josie gently pushed me against the pool table and got on her knees. She looked up, smiled, and slid her warm mouth over my cock. I just groaned. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft, licking my balls, and put my cock in her mouth again. I wanted the feeling to last forever. But a 21 year-old guy can only take so much.

I groaned and said that I was going to cum. Josie kept her mouth on my cock and held onto my hips with her hands. And I just unloaded into her mouth. It was a huge orgasm, and Josie swallowed most of it. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she wiped her lips with her hand.

She got up and I got on my knees. She leaned against the pool table and I started eating her out. She was already soaked. Her shaved pussy was slick and I immediately went to work on her. I sucked and licked her clit and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. She jerked a little and said, "That's it...that's it....."

I kept moving my tongue around inside of her pussy and it was driving her crazy. My face was getting wetter and wetter as her hands pulled me against her crotch. "Make me fucking cum, baby....I gotta cum.....feel like I'm going to explode."

She was gyrating her hips as my tongue darted in and out of her pussy. I could feel her body stiffen up and knew she was going to cum. I kept tonguing her and running my hands up and down her legs. Finally she let out a loud groan and came.

I stayed on my knees with my face still in her pussy. I could hear her breathing. She was shaking a little. We stayed like that for a minute. Then I got up and guided her onto the pool table so she was laying on her back.

Oh, you know what it was time for. The Pilot. It was perfect. Her pussy was still wet and slick and nice and lubed. Her right leg was hanging over the table and I reached down and started masturbating her. This was a nice, slow version of the Pilot.

As I worked, I leaned down and started sucking on her nipples. They were so hard and she just groaned as I massaged her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair and gently gyrated her hips.

Several minutes later, Josie was close again. I increased my speed and slid my middle finger inside of her pussy. I love doing this. It creates a simultaneous sensation on both the clit and inside of the pussy. She bucked, arched her back, groaned, said, "OH FUCK!" and came again.

She looked up and smiled. "You gotta fucking be kidding me. You're a freak."

I smiled and rolled her onto her stomach. She laughed and said, "Baby....you're killing me! What now?"

I didn't answer. I just climbed onto the table and spread her ass cheeks and started rimming her crack. "Oh fuck....can't believe you're doing this. I love this....love getting rimmed." That was good, because I loved doing it.

I rimmed her crack, kissed her ass cheeks, and then shoved my tongue into her tight ass. Josie was never one to keep quiet for long.

"Fuck baby! Really? Oh yeah! Gonna make me cum baby!"

Josie didn't even have the strength to play with her pussy as I rimmed her. She was laying there, her head laying on her hands, enjoying the whole process. It took several minutes, but I finally made her climax for the third time.

Mt. Baldy, March 1985.

I crawled up her and kissed her on the cheek.

"You fuckin' serious? That's what you do to a woman before you even fuck her?"

"Sometimes. But I always make her cum at least once and almost always twice or more."

"Good strategy."

She shifted and laid down on her side. She then patted the table so I'd do the same.

I climbed up and she smiled and pushed me down on my back with my legs hanging off the table. Josie then put her knees on either side of my head and leaned down and started sucking me again. I leaned forward and started running my tongue over her clit.

A quick question here: why does Blogger's spellchecker say "clit" is not a word? Like the old Tootsie Pop use to say, "The world may never know."

Going old-school here, biatches.

Anyway....

We kept this up (cue Beavis and Butthead saying "hehehehe He said 'up'!") for a few minutes. Then Josie had me slid all the way onto the pool table. She then straddled me and slid down my revived cock.

She rocked and gyrated for several minutes, smiling at me and playing with her nipples. Soon she came again and then started grinding and gyrating harder, trying to make me cum.

It didn't take too long before she achieved that particular goal. I came again, with Josie continuing to rock back and forth while I did.

After I came, she leaned down and kissed me and we crawled off the pool table, taking care not to leave any incriminating stains.

We showered up, got dressed, and went back upstairs to continue working on a project. I left about an hour later, just before her husband was due home.

Josie and I continued to see each other on and off for a little over a year. It was never anything too steady, but we'd get together now and again and go out for the day, go out to eat, or just to have some sex.

During that quarter, we did get to fuck quite a bit. We had a built-in excuse to see each other. After that, it was a little more difficult, but we made it happen (although not as often as each of us would have liked).

As for our project, we finished it up and got an "A". I ended up with an A for the course as well, and so did she.

In October of 1985, Josie and I got together for a quick session. Afterwards, she told me that we were going to have to end it. Mike's ex-wife was dealing with some serious health issues and they were going to take the boys in full-time. And that meant that Josie not only had her daughter to raise, but two boys as well. Between all that and her business, she just wouldn't have the time. And it was time for her to, in her words, focus on being an adult (something I've never truly been able to accomplish--not that I've tried all that hard).

We did stay friends though. And after graduating from La Verne, I even did some legal work for her.

Josie still works her business the same way she did in 1984. She's still in high demand and goes out to visit select clients. Her shop is open a few days a week for her local clients. Mike retired last year, having worked his entire career with the same company.

Josie just turned 62. I called her a few weeks ago on her birthday. She told me that she'll be calling it quits soon and she and hubby will be retiring in Arizona. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her to go back to celebrating her birthday.

She still looks wonderful. I'd love to lay her on a pool table and have my way with her again. I asked if she would mind if I posted an updated picture, she said, "Do it and I'll have your wife do an in-home sex change."

Ask a stupid question....

Oh, and Mike's ex-wife made a full recovery, I'm happy to say.

For a larger slideshow of Josie's pictures, click here.

Glenda

2011-12-18T03:15:00.002-05:00

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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.

Uh, move the hand, please.

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.

Keeping the camera steady wasn't easy, to say the least.

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.

For a larger slideshow of Glenda's pictures, click here.

So How've You All Been?

2011-12-10T00:45:00.003-05:00

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!

Rita

2011-07-30T02:30:00.002-04:00

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 great.

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 a larger slideshow of Rita's pictures, click here.

Vera

2011-07-05T03:18:00.001-04:00

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."
"All your clients are women?"

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 the lock and 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.

For a larger slideshow of Vera's pictures, click here.

Kirsten

2011-07-01T02:00:00.002-04:00

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

Okay, as I've previously mentioned, I cheated on Cary l (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.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.....

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.

One of my favorite Kirsten pictures.

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.

For a larger slideshow of Kirsten's pictures, click here.

Lydia

2011-06-08T02:30:00.002-04:00

When: June 1982
Status: Married
Occupation: Warehouse
Meetings: Five
Age: Mid- twenties

Sorry, got some more Polaroids from back in the early 80s. And that's usually a pretty good indication that a post will deal with a woman I met in a mobile home park. And that indication is straight on in this entry. Anyway, it was June in 1982 and I was a week or so into my relationship with Four Corners Marie.

Wow, I stayed faithful to FCM for over a week!

Anyway, the summer session at Chaffey hadn't started yet, so Jim's dad sent me on a job in Etiwanda. He said that the job was a four or five-day deal, "but since it's you, I imagine it'll take a month."

Hilarious.

So on Wednesday morning, I headed out. I got there around 8:00 and set up for the day. This was going to be pretty easy. The place just needed some awning supports replaced, a paint job on the inside and outside, some panels replaced and some clean up. There was a lot of little stuff as well, but nothing too labor intensive. Now this will sound odd, but the shittier the mobile home park, the better I liked it. "Ryan, why? Why, Ryan, why?"

Well, if you're living in an upper-scale mobile home park, life isn't that bad. People who live in those types of parks usually live in them for a reason. They're retired, don't want to bother with a house or apartment, their kids have moved out and they're downsizing a bit. Some travel a lot and want something they know they can leave and it'll be safe. Or they just don't want the upkeep a regular house requires.

But the really bad parks, well, people are there for reasons as well. And those reasons are never as good as the ones listed above. They've lost their house, are down on their luck, any number of reasons. But nobody ever lives in Shitty Ass Mobile Home Estates by choice. They have to.

Soooooooooooooo....... What does this have to do with me preferring to work in the crappy parks?

Women, of course. It's a lot harder to get a married woman in bed when she's happy with her life than to get a married woman to fuck if she's hating her life. And that's not to say that people at Shitty Ass Estates hate their lives--well, at least not all of them. Anyway, I've nailed married women in high-rent mobile home parks and been turned down by married women in the dumps. But I've always felt on some level, my odds of nailing a married woman in a dump were better.

So I went over early on a Thursday morning, chowing down an egg mcmuff(in) along the way. I pulled into the mobile home park and was underwhelmed. It was a little after 8 A.M. and I was unloading the truck. This unit didn't need a ton of work, just some trash removal, painting, etc....

Anyway, I had parked the truck in the carport and was being pretty quiet. The last thing I needed was some resident complaining. I was reaching for some paint when I heard some huckleberry say, "Excuse me." Oh fucking great. I was either going to get shot or have to deal with an asshole. Although I would suspect if somebody was going to shoot me, he'd be an asshole anyway.

So I turned and saw a guy standing there. He didn't look particularly imposing. He did, however, really strike me as annoying, even before he said what he said next. "My wife's sleeping. You aren't going to make too much noise, are you?"

This really pissed me off. I hadn't made any noise to that point. But I resisted the urge to be a jerk.

"No, I'll be working inside for a few hours."
"Oh. Cause my wife works the night shift and she's sleeping and I don't want her to be waked up."

Hey, peckersuck, half the park was still sleeping. And "waked up"? Really?

"No need worry about it. I'm used to working quietly in the early morning."
"Don't tell me not to worry about it--"

I cut him off.

"I didn't say that. And you know that, so don't cop an attitude. Now I told you I wasn't going to be loud, what more do you want?"

Then he backpedaled. "Okay. Thanks."

You're fucking welcome, dick. I hate people who cop an attitude for no reason.

He went back to his place and about twenty minutes later, took off and went to work. I remember hoping that his job involved rolling in raw meat and then petting lions. I spent the first couple of hours just cleaning up trash and stuff the previous tenants left behind. It wasn't too bad, at least compared to some previous jobs that I had been on.

Around ten, I heard somebody say, "Anybody in here?"

I could tell it was a female voice, so off went my shirt. Yeah, that's pretty much of a cliche move, but I was pretty cut back then. I'm still cut, only now it's more like Frosty the Snowman. I walked to the living room and saw a fairly hot blonde standing in the doorway.

"Hi. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, hey, did some guy come over this morning?"
"Uh huh."

She took a breath and exhaled. "Well, that was my husband. He left a note saying if the guy across the street made too much noise to let him know."

That fucking prick.

"So, I wanted to apologize. I don't know what's going on with him. I'm sorry."
"It's cool. Don't worry about it....."
"Lydia."
"Lydia. No big deal."
"Thanks......"
"Ryan."
"Ryan. Good to meet you."
"You too. So where do you work?"
"Oh, over at ABC Warehousing. Work from 3:30 to midnight."

We continued to talk for awhile and then she said, "Well, I guess I've bothered you long enough."

Noooooooooooo! Don't leave, Lydia! I LOVEEEEEEEEE you! Actually, I love your tits.....

"No bother. I've enjoyed the company."
"So how long you going to be working here?"
"Till Sunday. Maybe Monday. Not a big job."
"Ah, okay."
"So we'll only have a few days to become best friends."

She laughed at that one. "Well, hubby probably wouldn't like that, but hey, he's going up to Lake Arrowhead with his buddies to fish this weekend so it's good to know my friend will be here....."

Fuck yeah. Awesome. Thank you, Universe......

"I think, well, that's my job. To be here for you."
"Oh for sure."

That exchange kept her there another hour. It was awesome. But she finally had to leave. But before she did, the universe smiled upon your favorite poacher yet again.

"No work tomorrow or Friday," she smiled. "Business is slow."

"So you can stay longer tomorrow?"
"Yeah, if you want me to."
"Yeah, that'd be nice."

Then she laughed and said, "But you have to take your shirt off again."

"Sure, if you do."
"Ah, nice one!"

Lydia left and I hauled ass that day. My Spidey-sense (aka Mr. Happy) was informing me that I might be getting biz-zay the next couple of days with Lydia. At worst, I'd get the job done earlier. I finished all of the interior painting and general clean up. I also replaced some paneling and put in two new toilets. Overall, it was a pretty productive day.

Luckily that night, Marie and I were able to get together for a nice fuck session. Lydia had worked me up pretty good.

The next day I pulled into the carport and started getting ready for work. I was ahead of schedule, and that's always a great feeling. I started on the skirting. Most of it was in pretty good shape; just a few pieces needed replacing. I was crimping the sheets when who should come back over? Yeah, Peckersuck.

Actually, his name was Phil, but "Peckersuck" fit him much better. Peckersuck just didn't have enough game to carry off a cool name like "Phil".

Anyway, I was geared up and ready to tell him to fuck off.

"Hey man. Listen, sorry about yesterday. Didn't mean to come off that way."

I didn't look up from what I was doing. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay, thanks man."

Yeah, whatever man. With any luck, I'll be sticking my dick in your wife later on, man. Hope you don't mind me fucking your wife, man. Nothing personal, man.

My favorite picture of Lydia.

I had no idea, actually. Some girls just like to flirt. I was certainly hoping this wasn't the case, but there had been plenty of times when I was sure I'd be banging a chick only to never see it happen.

As the morning dragged on, I was beginning to think that this was the case with Lydia. I finished the skirting, fix the awning struts, and painted the trim on the outside. Around one, I ran out and brought back some In N' Out for lunch. I got back, went inside and sat down on the floor, and scarfed it all down. After I was finished, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes for a quick rest. A few minutes later, I heard "Sleeping on the job?" I recognized the voice as Lydia's and opened my eyes.

"I deserve it. I'm way ahead of schedule."
"Oh really? You must be pretty good."
"Not bad."
"Sorry I couldn't make it over earlier. Had some errands."
"No problem."
"So we're still friends?"
"Of course."
"So...."

Lydia didn't finish that thought. Instead, she got up and closed the shades and shut the front door. I got up and stripped. She locked the door and flipped on the light. Lydia turned and looked at me and Mr. Happy--who was standing at full attention--and smiled. She walked over to me and we started kissing.

She grabbed my ass and squeezed and played with it. I slid my hands under her waistband and returned the favor. We kissed for a couple of minutes until she gently pushed me against the wall. Lydia kissed her way down my chest and my stomach until she got onto her knees. She looked up and smiled and stroked my cock a couple of times with her fingers.

Then she started licking and kissing my balls and shaft. Lydia then took her index finger and propped my cock up against my stomach. She took her tongue and licked all the way from the bottom of my sack all the up to the top of my cock. She then took her finger off and let my cock fall onto her lips. I have to admit, that was a pretty cool move. I'm surprised I didn't do a Suzy Chapstick all over her pretty face.

Seriously, Suzy Chapstick was hot.

Anyway, Lydia slid her mouth up and down my cock several times while she slid her hands up and down the sides of my legs. Thankfully, she stopped sucking after a minute or two or I really would have coated her lips with some special lip balm.

Okay, okay, I'll move on from the Chapstick references.

Lydia stood up and smiled and said, "You leak a lot (of precum)." She bent over and took a swig of my coke and we kissed some more. I leaned down and slid her shorts and panties down her legs.

She pulled off her tank top and I reached around and unhooked her bra. Now it was her turn to stand up against the wall. I leaned down and paid some attention to her nipples, sucking and running my tongue over one and then working on the others.

She let out a soft sigh and I kissed my way down her chest and stomach until I was at eye-level with her hairy pussy. Lydia put her hands behind my head and pulled my face against her pubic mound. "You gonna eat me, honey?" I nodded and she laughed and said, "On your back."

I laid down and Lydia straddled my head and lowered her pussy onto my face. She then took her hands and spread her lips, exposing her clit. I went to work, licking and sucking on her hard clit for a few minutes until I heard her say, "Shit......" and then grunt and cum.

Lydia backed herself down and leaned down and we kissed for a minute while she stroked my cock. "Bet you wanna cum bad huh?" I nodded. She smiled and then straddled my hips and position my cock upwards. "This is gonna feel good in me....."

Well, it certainly felt good as it slid right into her wet pussy, that was for sure.

Hairy.....isn't scary!

Lydia rocked back and forth for a bit with my cock secured securely in her pussy. She just smiled and played with her tits as she gently moved back and forth. I was so ready to cum, but really wanted to hold off and enjoy her as long as I could.

Lydia then leaned all the way forward, until her face was right against mine and she was resting on her forearms. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'll cum when you do. Pound it."

I reached down and grabbed onto her ass. Lydia braced herself and I started thrusting into her as hard as I could. The angle was pretty awkward, and I remember being surprised that my cock never fell out of her pussy.

I needed to get better leverage, so I laid my head back down against the floor and moved my hands to Lydia's hips. She responded by bracing herself on her hands. This positioning was much better and Lydia started gyrating her hips as I shoved my cock up into her repeatedly.

After a couple of minutes, I started grunting. Lydia moaned, "Cum with me....gonna cum too.....cum in me....."

I took a few more thrusts and shot my wad into Lydia's wet pussy. We came together and when we were done, she collapsed onto me with her head buried into my shoulder. I ran my hands up and down her back while we attempted to regain her composure.

After a couple of minutes, Lydia pushed herself up, rolled off of me, and started getting dressed.

"That was great, honey. You almost done with this place?"
"Almost. Should finish tomorrow."
"Asshole's going on that fishing trip.......taking tomorrow off....gonna leave around one...."
"Cool. Gonna come over."
"Yeah, to get you. How about you stay at my place until Sunday? If you promise to leave by noon?"'
No problem."
"Okay. Listen, I have to do some shit. We'll do this a lot starting tomorrow. See you later."

And she left, just like that. Not that I really had any objection to that.

I finished up enough the rest of the day and left a few hours of work. When I was finished for the day, I stopped by Bob's and told him that I'd be finished on Sunday but that I didn't need the truck the rest of the way. He was happy with that and promised me another job on Monday.

On the way home, I remembered that I also needed to postpone my Saturday night date with FCM. When I got home, I called her and told her I told her that I'd be pulling a couple of long days on this job but might run late on Saturday. She said that was cool and she'd just go out with her sister and we could go out on Sunday night.

And I was set.

By the way, I wasn't ripping Bob off. He didn't pay by the hour so much as by the job and what I actually did. I don't know his exact formula on how he decided to pay me, but it was always more than fair.

And normally, I would've told him about finishing early. But with a weekend fucking Lydia hanging in the balance, I didn't want to risk him sending me up to Visalia to help Jim. Shit, the drive alone took hours. And knowing Jim, he was already probably fucking some girl he no doubt picked up at some bar.

I forget the name of that bar. But whenever Jim was up there, he and his fake ID went there. And he always found some girl to take to his motel room and fuck. I didn't see any reason as to why this time would be any different. I'm pretty sure the last thing he wanted was to share his room with me.

Anyway.....

The next morning, I drove over and spent a few hours finishing up the job. The place looked fantastic. When I was done, I just stretched out on the floor and took a nap. I figured Lydia would wake me up when she came to get me.

I drifted off and woke up feeling a weight on Mr. Happy. I opened my eyes and saw Lydia smiling at me. Her knees were straddling my sides and she was grinding down gently on me.

"So you always take naps in mobile homes?"
"Only when I'm tired."
"You still tired?"
"Not anymore."
"Good."

She got up and laughed. "Wait about ten minutes and head over to my place--don't call any attention to yourself, okay?"

"How about I park my car over by the pool (where there was visitor parking) and walk back over?"
"That'll work."

Lydia walked back to her place and I parked my car in the guest parking area. I grabbed my overnight bag and walked back down the road to Lydia's place. I walked onto her carport and then up the steps to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar. I opened the door and stuck my head in.

"Lydia?"
"Come on in."

I walked through the kitchen and into the living and saw Lydia leaning against the back of her couch. Naked.

Cool! Someone was ready to get the party started.

I walked over and Lydia and I started kissing. She broke away and put her hand on my cock and said, "How bout you take those off and get that out of it's holster?"

I started taking off my clothes and Lydia said, "You ever done anal?"

"Uh huh."
"Cool."

I finished getting naked and Lydia grabbed a tube of lubricant off the coffee table. She then started leaning over the back of the couch and said, "Easy at first, okay baby?"

And I said, "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch. I know how to butt fuck! And when I'm done, make me a fucking sammich!"

Okay, what I REALLY said was, "no problem."

Before lubing her up though, I got on my knees for some ass-rimming. As my tongue ran up and down her crack, I heard, "Fuck that's nice, baby." I continued to rim her and Lydia straightened up just a bit so she could play with her pussy.

I continued to eat her ass out while she rubbed her pussy. When I could tell that she was getting close, I slid my tongue right inside her ass. I heard her say, "Yeah, yeah, fuck, yes.....gonna cum, gonna cum."

Lydia bent back over the couch and said, "Fuck me, honey."

I lubed her asshole up and then got Mr. Happy nice and ready. As I was lubing up my great friend and tax accountant, I noticed a framed picture of Lydia's husband on one of the end tables. I had to keep myself from laughing.

I shot Mr. Peckersuck's picture the finger and gently slid the head of my cock into Lydia's tight ass. I slowly worked my way up her ass. I'd go about a half inch then pull out and then on the next stroke go up slowly and go up another half an inch or so.

That's how you do it, by the way. So many guys think it's just a matter of lubing a girl's asshole and his dick up and you can just plow away. Then they wonder why the girl never wants to get fucked there again.

No, you have to go slow and let her body react to this form of sex. The ass wasn't designed to be fucked. It just wasn't. So you have to go slow and let it get used to your, uh, interloper. Some guys think lube just opens the ass and relaxes all the muscles. And usually, they're corrected by a hurting and angry sex partner.

So, really, you can't go too slow at first.

Anyway, a few minutes of working Mr. Happy in and out, my entire shaft had made into Lydia's ass. I heard her say, "Yeah, that's how you're supposed to do it."

I then started sliding my cock in and out her ass. I always let the woman tell me when to increase the pace. After several minutes and gently sliding in and out, Lydia said, "Okay, you can go faster, sweetie."

I increased the pace and got a nice rhythm going. I took several glances over at Peckersuck's picture and smiled. This was bad. The ultimate in disrespect. I loved it.

It's one thing to fuck another guy's wife. It's even worse to bang her ass. But to do it in the guy's house while sneering at his picture? Well, that's just wrong!

Hey, fuck Peckersuck if he couldn't take a joke!

Finally, Lydia let out a loud groan and came. I continued to fuck her ass, but wanted to either cum soon or pull out. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her ass.

That did the trick. I groaned and shot my load into her gorgeous ass.

Lydia pushed herself up and kissed me and said, "Gotta use the bathroom, then we'll take a shower together." I watched her walk to the bathroom, my cum running down her leg. When she shut the door, I walked over to the picture.

"Hey dude. You see that? My cum was rolling down her leg. Suck it, asshole." Then I took my dick and shook it at him.

"Eat shit, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your wife all weekend. Enjoy fishing." A minute or so later, Lydia called me and I jumped into the shower with her.

All in all, the weekend was a blast. Lydia and I drank, ate, fucked and then repeated the cycle several times. I never did pull the Palm Pilot out of the hangar. I don't know why; I guess I just didn't feel like it.

Sunday came and around ten, Lydia and I woke up and fucked one last time. I then got showered and then got dressed. Lydia walked me to the door.

"Hey, thanks. Had a blast."
"Me too."
"I'd like to see you again, but.....well, you know..."
"Don't worry, it's cool. At least we had this weekend."
"Take care of yourself, honey."

I kissed her one last time and walked to my car and drove to Bob's. He wasn't home, so I handed his wife the key and drove home. Later that night, FCM and I went out to dinner and then up to the tennis club and fucked in the pool area after the clubhouse closed (much like we did the first time I fucked her).

I took quite a few pics of Lydia, but she ended up with most of them. I still have a few to share, though.

For a larger slideshow of Lydia's pictures, click here.

Donna

2011-05-29T01:45:00.001-04:00

When: May 1987
Status: Boyfriend
Occupation: Retail management
Meetings: 1
Age: Early Twenties

I didn't have company one night in May of 1987. It was Friday night, and I had no work scheduled with Jim the next day and I was far ahead with my schoolwork. Jim wasn't available and neither were any of my active playmates.

I figured that I'd go out and get a drink. I thought if I got lucky, that would be great. If not, oh well.

There was a new bar that had opened up just a couple of weeks earlier called "Pager's". It looked pretty decent from the outside, so I figured that I might as well check it out. Since it was so close, I decided to hoof it and give my truck the night off.

I got there and man, you could almost hear the crickets chirping. Then again, it was only 7:30, so I thought things might pick up later.

I moseyed up to the bar and ordered a beer and started watching the (then) large screen television. I don't remember what was on. I was halfway done with my beer when I noticed a cute brunette at the end of the bar. She looked like she had just gotten off work and it didn't look like she had had a good day at all.

I looked over and smiled and said, "Bad day at work?"

"Mind your own business."
"Sorry."

Ouch. I hadn't been staring or leering at her or anything. I was just making conversation. But that's cool. Always remember: when someone calls you a name or is rude to you or whatever, that's a reflection on them, not you. So I just shrugged it off and went back to my beer.

The bartender was a real cute blonde lady whose name I never got. But one of us brought up the Dodgers and we were talking about them on and off. When the brunette told me to get lost,
the bartender rolled her eyes at me. You know you didn't do anything wrong when the tender of drinks has your back.

It finally started getting busy and another bartender reported for work to help the blonde handle the crowd.

I was just finishing up my second beer and was figuring to head out. I downed the remaining couple of gulps and left a few bucks under the mug for my bartender friend. I waved to her and started heading out the door.

I had just started my journey back home when I heard, "Excuse me?" I turned and saw the brunette who had been at the end of the bar.

"Can I help you?"
"Listen, sorry for being such a bitch."
"Don't worry about it. Have a good night."

I nodded to her and started to turn to leave.

"Buy you a drink? Or a cup of coffee? To make it up to you?"

Well, I'm a total lightweight where alcohol's concerned, so I really didn't want another beer.

"Okay, coffee sounds good."
"Cool. You have a car here?"
"No, left it at home."
"Well, there's a Denny's nearby. I'll drive you."

We walked over to her car and we got in.

"My name's Donna, by the way."
"Ryan."
"Good to meet you."
"Likewise."

We pulled into Denny's and went in and were seated.

"Listen, again, I'm sorry. It wasn't work that was bothering me."
"What was it?"
"Boyfriend problems."
"That sucks."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"Had a girlfriend. We broke up in March."

Yeah, Georgie.....

"I'm sorry."
"Thanks, but it's okay."
"What happened."
"We just kind of drifted apart."
"Gotcha."

It was an odd conversation. The topics ranged from what I was doing for work, where we went to school, and her boyfriend problems. We'd start talking about Topic A and shift to Topic C, then A, then Topic B, etc.... It never felt like it ever had any rhythm to it. There were no real segues.

We'd be talking about her job and she'd just jump to something her boyfriend said, that type of thing. I guess the best way I could describe it is that some conversations flow naturally, and some just feel like work. She was all over the place.

But that was fine. She had a good sense of humor and was pretty friendly. Truthfully, I had no idea what was going to happen though. Maybe just a couple of cups of coffee and goodbye.

Donna worked at JC Penny in their management training program. She had graduated in January from Cal Poly with her Bachelor's in Business. She was still living at home with her parents until she and her boyfriend could agree on whether or not to move in together. She wanted to, he didn't.

Donna took this as a sign that he didn't want to commit and they had been arguing quite a bit over that. Needless to say, there were other issues they were dealing with as well.

Then she did another "jump". "So, did you like Cal Poly?"

"Oh yeah."
"Me too. Loved the parties. It was a fun time."

She had been out of school for a matter of months......

"Met my Rich (her boyfriend) at one. We were, there were about ten of us.....all sitting at some guy's place drinking and......"
"And?"
"You know....getting mellow....."

And there was my opening.

"Do you still.....get mellow?"
"Not lately."
"You want to?"

She giggled a little and grew quiet.

"You have some?"
"At my place."
"Maybe we could swing by your place and get it? I'd pay for some."
"No need to pay. You want to go get it?"
"Yeah....mind if we go back to my place after we get it?"
"Not a bit."

We paid the bill and Donna drove me back to my place. She waited in her car while I ran up and grabbed some joints, condoms, and a camera. Oh, and a change of clothes, of course.

"What are you waiting for?"

I got back down and said, "Should I just follow you?"

"Oh, I'll just drive you back in the morning. Hop in!"

I got in her car. She smiled and as she pulled onto the road said, "So what else is in the bag?"

"Oh, just a change of clothes."
"That all.....maybe I should stop at the store....in case, you know....."
"No, that's okay. It's covered."
"Well, it's not covered YET!"
"So your parents aren't home?"
"Nope. Away for the weekend."

Awesome. I hope they wouldn't mind me eating all their Doritos and snacks after lighting up some Motha Nature. Hey, fuck 'em if they couldn't take a joke.....

We got to her house and went inside. Then Donna said, "Let's, uh, 'mellow out' out back."

The back yard was set up nicely. The yard was professionally landscaped,--or at least looked like it was--there was a pool, jacuzzi, and a small changing room. Pretty nice, I had to admit.

We sat down and I lit up a joint. I took a long drag and handed it to Donna, who took a hit.

We destroyed that joint and lit up another. Donna was really in the mood to get fucked up. I knew that I'd be getting some great pics and some ass off of her that night.

We polished of the second and were really mUchO-FuCKeD up.

I pushed my chair next to her chair and we started kissing. I took my hand and rested it on her thigh and Donna lifted her ass and pulled her skirt up. I rubbed her pussy for a minute or so and then put my finger in my mouth to get it wet.

Donna spread her legs and she moved her underwear--what there was of it--to the side and I slid my middle finger into her pussy. She started gyrating her hips to the rhythm of my finger sliding in and out.

"Keep going....I'm close......"

I kept sliding my finger in and out as she moved her ass in her chair. Right when she stiffened before she came, I took my finger out and started rubbing her clit. She grunted loudly and leaned forward and came.

After she came, she said, "Fuck.....man.....nice.....made me cum sweetie......" She took a couple of breaths and lifted her head up and said, "Want me to suck your dick?"

I stood up and took my jeans and underwear off and sat back down. Donna took her blazer, shirt and bra off and leaned down so I could suck on her nipples while she stroked my hard-on. I ran my tongue around her nipples while she slid her hand all the way to my balls to the top of my cock.

Donna then got on her knees and ran her mouth up and down my shaft while her hand rubbed my balls. It didn't take long before I could feel that I was about to cum.

"Gonna cum, Donna."

She took another couple of trips down the shaft and pulled off and grabbed her shirt and covered my cock. I shot my load all over that shirt.

After I came, she pulled her shirt away and looked up at me. "Don't worry....it's cotton....."

I've made mention before of the fact that when you're high, absolutely everything is funny. And when something really IS funny, like that line Donna had about cotton, then it's hilarious. We laughed about it for a couple of minutes and then she sighed and said, "Well, uh....you fucked up as I am?"

I said that I was and we both laughed.

We went upstairs and Donna opened a window and turned on a fan and we started toking again. You know, because you can never be fucked up enough. Then she saw my camera and started a nice strip show.

After I was done clicking away, I took off my shirt and laid on my back. Donna got on top and we started 69ing. I rimmed her ass and then started running my tongue over her clit. I heard her start to groan and knew she was going to cum again. She let out a loud groan and came.

She got off me and said, "Fuck yes...."

I laid her on her back. This girl was definitely worthy of a visit from the Palm Pilot. I put my hand between her legs and started. She moaned a little and we kissed as my hand massaged her wet pussy.

Donna was already pretty worked up and it didn't take long before she was moaning that she was cumming. She stiffened a little, let out another loud groan and put her hand on mine pushing against it as she came.

Hey, the Pilot never minds a little company!

After she came, I kissed her and got up to get a rubber. Donna got on her hands and knees. I rolled on the condom and positioned myself behind her and eased my hard cock into her. She grunted and say "Oh yeah..."

I grabbed her hips and fucked her that way until she came several minutes later. I pulled out and Donna rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Instead of resuming the fuck right away, I crawled up between her legs and started eating her pussy again.

This drove her wild, especially when I started sucking on her clit. She came again and groaned and said, "Fuck me...."

I moved up and my cock slid right inside of her soaked pussy. I would've loved to make her cum again, but there was no way I could hold off. I started breathing heavily and groaning and Donna kept saying, "Cum for me, Ryan......cum for me....."

I took one last thrust and shot my load into the condom. I leaned down and Donna and I kissed for a few seconds and then I carefully pulled out the condom. Donna laughed and said, "That was awesome.....got any more you know?"

I did, but I didn't understand how she could possibly want more. But she did, and she ran down to the kitchen to get some more snacks and some beer. When she got back, we lit up and smoked some more and ate and drank.

Man, I shouldn't have smoked anymore. The beer, pot, and crap food weren't holding up well in my stomach. Finally, Donna went to take a shower and I did the ultimate disrespect to her parents house. I still feel kind of guilty about doing it.

Donna went to take her shower in the upstairs bathroom. I really didn't feel like walking in and puking as she showered. Maybe it's just me, but there's something about upchucking two feet away from the girl you've just been giving the shaft to.

So I figured her parents had a bathroom connected to their room. I staggered down the stairs, holding onto the bannister tightly. I had to move slowly. The world was spinning, my footing was shaky, and any unnecessary bumps or stumbles would send a disgusting torrent of snack splattering all over their really lovely light blue carpet.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around. I had to make this quick. I found her parents' room and flipped on the switch. And there it was, at the other end of the room: my temporary vomitorium. I felt the warning signs getting stronger and hit a corner of the bed, which sent me down the floor.

I clamped my hand down over my mouth and made it into the bathroom and really traumatized that poor unsuspecting toilet. It was so bad, I didn't turn the light on until I had flushed that thing twice. Then I flipped on the light and checked the rim, behind the seat, and the floor. Everything was clean.

Of course, I immediately felt better--except for the fact that I had invaded these peoples' bedroom to barf. Very not cool. Sure, nothing was harmed and they'd never know, but I do have SOME principles and one is that privacy shouldn't be violated. But I had no choice. When I staggered to the bedroom doorway, I said "Sorry Donna's parents. I didn't mean any harm," and went back upstairs.

A month later, the universe turned the tables on me regarding the sanctity of one's own home. It was a deserved irony.

I got my ass back upstairs and laid on the and waited for Donna to come out of the shower. A few minutes later she emerged and said, "Shower's yours if you want it! There are some towels in the hallway closet."

I thought a shower would really hit the spot. So I grabbed a towel and hopped in the shower. The hot water felt great. What didn't feel great is that I was so fucked up that another session of genital slapping wasn't going to be in the cards.

That's what pissed me off the most. I had overindulged. And I had not only overindulged, which is bad enough, but I did it to the point where I was going to lose some sex over it. That was just dumbass-stupid. The point was using indulgence to get as much sex as possible, to maximize the times I got laid. I clearly didn't do that this night.

I didn't even smoke pot unless it was to help me get a woman into bed. And here I was toking like some pothead at Woodstock.

Peace out, man. Your dick's wasted, man......

I figured that even if I couldn't get Mr. Happy up again, I could at least eat her out some more and make her cum a couple of more times. That would be pretty cool. Maybe that would wake up Mr. Passed Out Happy.

But it was a moot point. When I got back to the room, Donna was out like a light. I decided to call it a night. Maybe in the morning I'd have the reason so tear open another condom. I turned out the light and crawled into bed and passed out.

The next thing I remember is Donna pushing on my shoulders and saying, "Baby, wake up! My boyfriend's pulling into the driveway! Get up! Please!"

I jumped out of bed and staggered around and grabbed my clothes and bag and somehow made it downstairs without falling down. My mind was still trying to really grasp what was going on. Donna said, "Go get dressed in the changing room.....I'll try and get rid of him!"

I walked out onto the porch and was keenly aware of all the two-story houses that were around. The houses weren't the problem--the fact that they all had lots of windows was. So I covered myself up best that I could and made the quick journey to the pool house. It was only a few feet away from the covered porch but felt like I was a block away.

Dramatic pose.

I got into the changing room/pool house/whatever it was and got dressed quickly and waited for Donna to come back out. She never showed. I waited for about a half hour and then I heard the sliding glass door being shut and then that click you hear when the door's being locked.

Oh fuck. That meant that she was leaving. Maybe she'd make an excuse and clue me in on what was going on. I waited.

Finally, I had to see what was going on. I snuck around the side of the house and crouched down by the gate. I could hear Donna and her boyfriend talking and laughing. Then I heard one car door shut. And then I heard the other car door shut. And then I heard the car start.

And then I heard it back up and pull away. Ah, but my troubles had only started.

I let my guard down and relaxed and walked back to get my bag. I was turning to leave when I hear someone say, "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing back there?"

Fuck, I hate neighbors.....especially the vigilant ones. Actually, I don't. You can't blame someone for looking out for his or her neighbors. But his vigilance wasn't welcome at this particular moment.
"I asked you a question! I'm gonna call the cops!"

Oh fucking great!

Sure, I could've said that I was there to see Donna. But that could've gotten back to her parents and possibly her boyfriend. And I was sure she hadn't deliberately abandoned me. I didn't want to cause her any grief.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........"

He went back inside the house and I bolted out of the gate and surveyed my surroundings. I needed to get out of not only the backyard, but that neighborhood as well. I ran down to the corner and looked around.

And there it was. Bonita High School. I darted across the street and found a nice hiding place under the football bleachers. What sucked is that I really had to stay there for at least an hour just to be safe.

Okay, maybe I was a bit paranoid. But better safe than sorry.

I'll tell you something you already know: sitting down with absolutely nothing to do for an hour is pretty boring. But I forced myself to stay put.

I did change, though. I figured if nothing else, I had a change of clothes. At least I wouldn't be reeking of pot.

I walked until I found a bank and withdrew some money from the ATM machine. Then when I found another pay phone, I just called a cab.

So that should be the end, right? Wrong. I was right about Donna. She didn't ditch me on purpose--she had no choice.

The following Monday, I was kicking back and watching some television when I heard a knock at the door. I looked out the peephole and saw Donna and opened the door.

Donna came in and said, "I can't tell you how sorry I am! I honestly couldn't get out of ditching you. I knew even if I made up an excuse to go back in, he might follow me. It was too risky to try and get back there to tell you what was going on."

"Donna, relax. It's cool. You did what you had to."

She let out a breath and said, "Thank you.....how'd you get home?"

"After your neighbor went to call the police, I hid at the high school and then called a cab."
"I nearly freaked when I heard about that! I felt so bad!"
"That's okay. At least he didn't have a gun."
"Yeah. He's not a bad guy, just, all into neighborhood watch, you know?"

She wanted to reimburse me for the cab fare, but I refused. We talked for awhile and she was talking about how much fun Friday night had been. The reason her boyfriend came by that Saturday was to show her an apartment he had found for them. She loved it and they'd be moving into it in a couple of weeks. Then she said, "Well, I guess I'd better get going......unless...."

"Unless?"
"Well.....probably the last chance before I move in with him...."
"I'm sorry?"
"One for the road?"

Two fucks, a Palm Pilot, and several Donna orgasms later, we kissed goodbye. I never heard from her again.

As for Pager's, I managed to pick up a few ladies there over the next few months. About a year after it opened, it was sold and renamed, and this happened a few more times over the next couple of years until the last owner just shut it down. That's odd, as most bars don't really suffer for business. I think the location wasn't all that good, though. It's the only reason I can think of.

That and none of the owners actually knew what kind of bar it should be, a nightclub type of bar, a sports bar, a Cheers-type bar, a Chili's type of place, singles bar, etc..... Each guy who bought it had his own idea. Finally, the few people who stayed faithful to it--and there weren't many--just gave up.

For a larger slideshow of Donna's pictures, click here.

P.J.

2011-05-11T01:15:00.002-04:00

When: May 1983
Status: Live-In Boyfriend
Occupation: Actress
Meetings: 1
Age: 21

Recently, ABC announced the cancellation of All My Children and One Life To Live. If you're in your twenties or early thirties, you don't know just know how popular soap operas were at that time.

And not just among homemakers. College students, men, women, you name the demographic, it followed one or more soap operas. Congress would even adjourn to watch a certain soap (I can't remember the exact one). Back when I was in high school, I watched General Hospital with Christie, my first girlfriend, and then Dez, my second girlfriend.

I've always thought that GH was the catalyst for this boom, due to its Luke and Laura storyline. I'm sure some will argue differently. But no matter the cause or causes, soaps were huge. Now, that genre is coming to an end. Of ABC's famed lineup of Ryan's Hope, All My Children, One Life To Live, and General Hospital, only GH remains, and probably not for long.

It's sad. I've always felt that the best and hardest-working actors and actresses were the ones on the soaps. So with that lead-in (pun fully intended), let's move along. It was the Friday night before the Memorial Day weekend back in 1983. Jim and his family took off to meet some friends down in Baja, so I didn't have any work lined up for that weekend. My parents took off for a five-day trip to Vegas, and I was all by my lonesome.

I had just started laying it to Kendall, but remember: never turn down a chance to get laid. And I was pretty happy about sticking it to her and felt that the perfect way to celebrate my freshest poach would be to get laid.

There was a new dance club that opened up in Pomona called "Vicious Blue". It closed almost the minute it opened. If you blinked, you missed it. And I'd like to add that you didn't miss much. Anyway, it had just opened, so I thought I'd check it out.

I got there and went in, and well, it was pretty shitty. I'm sure that they had bought all the decor from some out-of-business disco from 1976. The club's name was right on: everything was blue to the point where it overwhelmed you. I looked around and debated whether or not I really wanted to stay. But I figured that I might as well have a beer and then pick up my true love on the way home--In N' Out.

I was sipping my Bud Light when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw this really cute blonde girl. "Hey, can you help me out?"

Great. Some chick wants cab fare, a joint, a ride home, or whatever.

"Depends."
"See that guy, in the corner.....don't let him see you looking.....look now, quick!"

I glanced over but didn't see him. Whatever.

"What about him?"
"My bitch friend left me here. Picked up a guy. Now that dude won't leave me alone. Can you just act like you're my boyfriend or something? I told him that I had a boyfriend here, he wouldn't believe me. If he sees us together, maybe he leaves me along you know? I'm Patty Jo by the way, my friends call me P.J."

Sheesh. That's how she talked as well; a mile a minute.

"Okay, sit down, we'll pretend we're together."
"Cool, thanks buddy!"

So she sat down and we had a couple of drinks and talked. At one point--supposedly for this guy's benefit--she leaned over and planted a nice kiss on my lips. I can't say that I minded that too much. From what I was able to glean from P.J.'s running narrative was that she and her boyfriend Glen were originally from Michigan.

They had moved out to southern California to pursue careers in the movie industry. Glen had done some work as a camera man back in Michigan, and P.J. had done some acting in community theater (don't laugh--everybody starts somewhere, folks). So why not come out to the Golden State and pursue their dreams?

Sure, it's cliche. But how do you think cliches get started in the first place? I found that once I had gotten used to P.J.'s hyperactive personality, I found her to be really charming. She seemed genuinely nice. "So, anyway, Glen's out working a movie, on location,"--no, I don't remember the name; it was b-horror type flick--"and my friend and I went out to dance, you know. We're bi, and kinda thought we'd have a date, you know? Then a cute guy saw her and she kissed me and took off. Kinda blows."

Conversing with P.J. was easy--all I had to do was nod. "So, that guy starts hitting on me, won't take no, all that. So I saw you alone and figured maybe you'd help me out and you did, so I'm really grateful you know?" I nodded. P.J. looked around. "Well, I guess he's gone, Ryan. Thank you. I'll go call a cab or see if a friend can come get me....."

Good balance is important.

Then she looked at me. And what she said, without actually saying it, was, "Unless you'd care to give me a lift?"

I laughed a little and said,"Where do you live?"

She grinned. "Azusa too far away? I live close to Azusa Pacific."

Maybe a half hour at most. Up the 57 to the 210 and go west for a few miles. And I knew the area around Asuza Pacific University pretty well--I had "dated" a nice lady that lived close to the school.

So P.J. and I walked out to my car and I drove her home. When we I pulled up to her place, she said, "I really appreciate this. Wanna come in, get a drink for your troubles Ryan?"

Hey, why not? We went into her living room and she grabbed a couple of beers. I didn't think that I was going to be staying--P.J. hadn't said a thing that would indicate that she wasn't exactly faithful to her boyfriend. So I nursed that beer. We talked for awhile and she said, "Wanna see some of my stuff?"

P.J. had gotten some bit parts and some work in local commercials. I told her that I'd love to see it. I have to admit, she was pretty good. After we were done, I told her I thought that she was really good. She smiled. I don't know if she believed that I was sincere, but at least she seemed to believe it. "You're nice. Thanks Ryan."

Then she excused herself and a minute later came back with a joint. "You cool with this? Don't worry, you won't have to leave until you come back down." "Oh yeah." She lit that mutha up and took a big toke and passed it to me. She held the smoke in and exhaled and I took my hit. As I held Miss Mary Jane in my respiratory system, P.J. said, "Man, I love this shit. Wish I could do it every day."

She laughed. "But, hey, a girl's gotta work..... Hey, I got an audition lined up for Passive Emotions on Wednesday. Not a big role, but it's recurring, so I'll get some more work. Who knows, right?"

We passed happy plant between us a few times and soon we were both feeling really good. P.J. slid up next to me and squeezed my hand. "Pot makes me....you know...."

"Uh huh....."
"Glen's away till next Saturday....."
"Uh huh......"

She giggled, "Uh huhhhhhhh...."

"So, maybe if you don't have plans, you could spend the weekend with me? I'll make it worth your time....."
"I'd love to......"
"Just when it's over, you know......on Tuesday morning....."
"I forget your name and where you live....."
"Yeah...that cool?"
"Yeah, that's cool."
"You're fucking cool. Kiss me...."

I leaned over and we started kissing. Our tongues started pushing against each other and P.J. started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I took my hand and slid it up under her shirt and bra and squeezed her breast. I pushed her down on her back and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. P.J. lifted her ass up and I pulled her panties and jeans off.

P.J. on the prowl.

P.J. then draped one leg over the couch and stuck her other leg out so she was spread wide for me. I leaned down and ran my tongue up and down her pussy. She groaned and said, "Oh yeah...."

P.J. then reached down and spread her lips so her clit was exposed. Hey, I can take a hint. I ran my tongue over her hard clit repeatedly, making her moan and squirm. She loved me focusing my attention there, so I slid my finger into her wet pussy and worked it around while I stayed on her clit. "Fuck....you know how to eat pussy Baby.....I'm gonna cum baby......"

Right when P.J. was starting to cum, I sucked her clit as hard as I could and slid my finger in and out of her as fast as I could. She groaned, bucked, and came, arching her back and throwing her head back as she did. "C'mon...put it in me....."

I got out of my pants in record time and mounted her. It was a bit awkward, but I managed to find my balance and slid my aching cock inside of her. "Fill me up.....fill up my pussy with your cum baby......" There was no way I was going to last long. She was too warm and too wet and I was already on the edge to begin with. And P.J. urging me to cum certainly didn't help--well, it did, but it didn't help me stave off the inevitable.

I took several hard thrusts into her. "C'mon....fuck my pussy.....I'm your whore......"

That did it. I took a final thrust and emptied the content of my balls into her pussy. I caught my breath and said, "Sorry P.J. I couldn't hold off." She giggled and said, "Don't worry about it. Didn't expect you to. It's cool!"

She pulled my head down and we kissed some more and then hit the shower. We got out and dried off and then laid down on the bed. P.J. grabbed another happy stick and lit it up. When we were done, the room was spinning and we were making out, with her hand stroking Mr. Happy. I knew that if I wanted to take the Palm Pilot out of the hangar, I'd better do it soon. So I started going down on her again, getting her nice and wet.

Then I got on my side and started rubbing her pussy. She sighed and started gyrating her hips slowly. I laid my head on her stomach and P.J. ran her hand through my hair. "That feels nice...." I kept putting pressure on her clit--that was her "go-to" spot, so to speak. Eventually, I felt her hand lift up and land gently on my back and start pushing. "Gonna cum....gonna cum....."

She started grunting and groaning and lifted her ass up. I slid my finger inside her pussy as she came. She laid there, breathing heavily for a few moments. "Fuck.....made me cum hard, baby...."

I knew that I wanted to make her cum again before I fucked her for the second time. I went up and we kissed for a bit. I kissed my way down her throat and down to her tits, where I sucked and played with her nipples for a few minutes. Then I got up on my knees--no easy feat as the room felt like it was cresting with the waves of the Pacific Ocean--and guided her onto her stomach.

"Whatcha doin' baby?"

I didn't answer. I just started massaging her shoulders and then working my way down her back to her ass. Then I leaned down a planted a kiss on her ass cheek. P.J. giggled and said, "I didn't tell you to kiss my ass, did I?"

I laughed and squeezed her ass cheek. Then I spread her legs and moved between them and started rimming her ass. "Oh fuck.....yeah.....kinky, baby......" P.J. lifted her hips up so she could play with her clit while I rimmed her. When I felt her nearing another orgasm, I slid my tongue into her ass and drove her over the edge.

After she came, she said, "You gotta fucking be kidding me...." She then reached under the bed and handed me a tube of lubricant. She looked back at me, smiled, and said, "Since you like my butt so much...."

This was true. I had grown very fond of her butt.

I first lubed up Mr. Happy and then my finger and slid it gently into her ass. P.J. groaned a little and laid her head on her hands. I mounted her and gently eased my cock into her tight ass. When I was all the way in, she squeezed her ass hard--and that almost made me lose my load again. I slowly slid in and almost-out of her ass several times, enjoying each stroke. P.J. said, "Let's get on our side....."

We positioned ourselves on our sides and P.J. lifted her right leg up in the air. I slid my cock into her ass again and reached over and helped her hold her leg up. She started rubbing her pussy as I increased my speed. We could only keep this position up for a few minutes, though. Her leg was getting tired and so was my arm. So I pulled out again and laid on my back. P.J. straddled me reverse-cowgirl style, and eased my cock inside of her ass again. She slid up and down--a couple of times, I slid all the way out and had to reinsert Mr. Happy again--and watching my cock disappear into her ass and reappear was incredibly hot.

After several minutes, she came as I shot my load into her tight ass. We took another shower and passed out. Around four in the morning, we started waking up and began kissing. We were still pretty messed up, and P.J. managed to kick the sheets off after a brief struggle. She then got on top of me so we could 69. She went down on each other until I was hard and she was wet.

P.J. then turned around (kicking me in the head as she swung her foot around--not that it hurt, just that it shows how fucked up we still were). Then she eased herself down my cock and rocked back and forth while she played with her tits. I just relaxed and let P.J. set the rhythm. We fucked for ten minutes--well, really, that's just a guess on my part--until she came.

Then she really started putting pressure down on me, grinding and rock hard, until I filled her up with the rest of my reserves. P.J. then eased off my cock and passed out again. I watched the room spin a bit and then joined her. It wasn't until noon the next day when we both woke up at the same time.

She was on her stomach and I was on my back. She opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "Hey."

Then her eyes opened wide. "Oh shit! I'd better check the answering machine!" I heard her play the message. It was her boyfriend calling to see how she was doing. "Fuck. He left this last night. Shit." She left a message for him to call her back. Later on, when he did call back, she explained that she and a friend had gone out for a few drinks and she was a little drunk when her friend dropped her off.

From what I gathered, he wasn't too pleased, but that was better than the whole truth. After she left the message, we ran out and grabbed a bite to eat and then headed back to her place for another round of beer, pot, and sex. The following two days were the same. On Tuesday morning, I woke up around eight. P.J. was getting ready for her audition and I grabbed a quick shower and got dressed.

P.J. made some much-needed coffee and we sat and had a cup. We had really enjoyed that long weekend, and neither of us was anxious to see it end. Then a thought came over me.

"You didn't get a chance to practice or learn your lines." P.J. laughed and tossed me her lines.

"You be John." She knew them. Had them down cold. We talked some more and then she looked at the clock. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess it's time."

I gave her a kiss and we walked out to our cars. Of course, I had to say it.

"Break a leg."
"Thanks!"

So what happened to P.J. after all that? She ended up acting on Passive Emotions for four years, that I do know. But the role never ended up as anything but an occasional deal. She had some decent roles in some B movies, got a couple of small gigs on a few dramas, but that was it. After 1988, there's no career record for Shannon Alston (not her real stage name, of course).

So I looked under her real name. Those results just led me back to the Shannon Alston results. Fucking drove me crazy. FINALLY, in 2004, I found a "Patricia Jo Muranskie-Smith" (not her real name; don't bother googling it). It was the name of someone with a blog written that focused on occupational therapy. I figured, what the fuck. I might as well see if it's her.

So I found her email and sent her a letter.

"Ms. Muranskie-Smith, This will sound weird, but were you an actress back in the 1980s? The lady I knew went by 'P.J.' and acted under the name Shannon Alston. I met her at a horrible dance club in Pomona, CA in 1983 and gave her a lift home. She mentioned that she was going to audition for Passive Emotions, and she got the part. I followed her career as closely as I could, but she seemed to just disappear in the late 80s. Anyway, if this isn't you, sorry for the bother."

The next day, I opened my email and found the response.

"Hey Ryan :) Yes, it's me. It's so flattering you remember me; I always remembered you. Quite fondly, I might add! So what happened to me?

After that weekend, I auditioned for Passive Emotions and got the part, as you obviously know. On top of that, I was getting commercials and other small parts. It wasn't the stardom I had dreamed of, but it was fun, gave me the opportunity to do something I loved, and paid the bills. And that's a lot more than most aspiring actors and actresses can say. Glen caught me cheating on him about a year after our weekend.

He kicked me out and I was luckily able to keep my head above water. He never forgave me. I understand, but wish he could if only for his own peace of mind. He still lives and works in Hollywood--or as I call it, 'Hollow-Wood'--as far as I know. In 1988 I was still getting work, but I was miserable. So I sat down and tried to figure out why I wasn't happy. And I wasn't happy simply because I didn't love what I was doing any longer. So I moved back to Michigan and back in with my parents and went back to school to become an occupational therapist. In 1993, I met a great guy and we got married. And then one daughter arrived...and then another. LOL

I do have a confession. That guy I said was bugging me? He didn't exist. My friend did leave me there, though. I saw you, and thought we could have some fun. We did, didn't we? LOL Talk to me. Did you ever get married? What do you do?

We exchanged several emails and caught up. We still touch base now and again. She's not as hyper as she was back then, but she's still incredibly funny and upbeat. She has a couple of girls she hooks up with when she feels the need (she's very discreet about it and has her husband's approval). And yes, she gave me permission to do this entry and show the pictures--on the condition that I cut her face out and change all relevant information.

And I'd better--she said that she'd come by to check it out and if I didn't follow her orders, she was "gonna kick your ass, pal!"

Yes, P.J. Whatever you say.........

Anyway, since P.J. was an actress back in the day, she couldn't resist an encore. She sent some pics taken not long ago of her playing with her husband. She sent them and told me to publish them with her face cut out. So the first slideshow are the pics of P.J. back in 1983 and the second set are obviously more recent. She's still gorgeous.

For larger slideshows of P.J.'s pictures, click here.

Amber

2011-04-12T02:05:00.008-04:00

When: June 1981

Status: Single

Meetings: 1
Occupation:: Student/Bookkeeper

Age: Early Twenties

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.

Unlike most women who shoot me the finger, Amber was joking around.

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.

A very nice view.

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.

I don't know if Amber even remembered our photo session the next morning.

For a larger slideshow of Amber's pictures, click here.

Miki

2011-04-04T00:05:00.001-04:00

When: July 2004
Status: Single
Occupation: Student
Meetings: 4
Age: 19

If you think I'm a bad guy, maybe you're right. But I did do something that I'm actually proud of where our next poachette is concerned. Miki was the first girl I nailed--other than Alex, of course--after we moved to Florida in July, 2004.

We had just settled in, and one night I signed onto Yahoo and hit one of the Florida chat rooms. I was watching the action and seeing if the room was just a group of guys looking to cyber or if there were some women in the room. I just said hello, and I only had one reason for doing that: to draw attention to my name and hopefully hook a female into looking at my profile. It must've worked. A couple of minutes later, an IM came out of the blue. "Hey, love ur site."

"Thanks."
"I'm Miki."
"Ryan. Good to meet you."
"Likewise. U dig married women, huh? U like single women too?"
"Definitely."
"Love married men. Screwed one last year."
"Nicely done!"
"That's what he thought. LOL Got a pic? I got one on my profile."

I sent her my pic and then went to her profile. Nineteen, Japanese, and very cute (Rina wasn't the first Japanese girl I fucked in Florida).

She came back. "Nice. U got a cam?" Soon, I was stroking Mr. Happy while Miki was working her fingers in and out of her pussy. After she came, she turned the cam towards her face and smiled and started urging me to cum. "C'mon baby....wanna see u shoot your load.....ur hard cock fucking made me cum...."

I couldn't hold on much longer and was soon shooting my cum over my stomach. Miki sported a huge smile while watching. We did the usual, "Hey, thanks, had a great time, maybe we'll do it again sometime" routine and I went to lean up and go to bed.

The next morning, I rolled out of bed around ten and walked across the street to the new coffee cafe that had just opened up. Sadly, it's no longer in business, but the owner and his manager were great guys. And he had a couple of cute cashiers (one I got into bed, but that's another story). The owner had created this coffee drink called the "depth charger".

It was a large coffee with two shots of espresso. It was awesome. Anyway, I was in a great mood that morning. I was married to the hottest woman in the world. We were in a beautiful area of Florida. We had just moved into a beautiful apartment complex. I had been able to retain many of my Ohio clients. And I was about to get myself a fucking depth charger.

I walked up, and to my delight, Leah was working. Yeah, I was doing my best to work Leah and I seemed to be succeeding. After I got my depth charger, she slid a large coffee my way. No charge.

I went back home and got on-line to check my e-mail. Cool. I had a couple of assignments from Ohio. Then I went to my Yahoo mail and found an email from my cam buddy from the night before.

"Hey honey! Had a blast last night. Here's the thing: I mentioned that married guy last night. Well, I've only really done him and my boyfriend, and we just broke up. Care to be #3? Let me know."

I downloaded the file she had attached and discovered over thirty pictures of her naked. Mr. Happy almost donated a depth charge of his own right then and there. Yeah, I could handle some of that. So I emailed her back with my cell number and told her to give me a call and we'd set up a time to get together.

A couple of hours later, she called. We talked for a few minutes and she asked if we could meet that Wednesday. We talked for a bit longer and she said she'd email me her address. We said goodbye and I went about to the rest of my plans for the day (some work and some sun up at the pool).

We chatted on-line again that night and cammed again. When I got up the next morning, I had a voice mail from Miki. "You're fucking hot. Watching you stroke your cock made me cum so hard.....I have two fingers in my pussy.....gonna cum.......can't wait for Wednesday....fuck....."

Shit, that almost made ME cum right then and there. I wasn't sure I could actually wait another day. When Alex got home that night, we got really, really busy.

I drove over to Miki's house on Wednesday morning. She lived with her parents,but they both worked. She had two sisters, but they were married and out on their own. I rang the doorbell and Miki cracked open the door and said, "Ryan?" "Uh huh." Then she closed the door and unhooked the chain.

Then she opened the door again and let me in. Miki was wearing a robe--and it wasn't cinched--and I gave her a nice leer. She laughed and said, "I'll assume you like what you see! C'mon, follow me."

I followed her to her bedroom and saw something I really hadn't expected. Her computer and cam were set up right a few feet away from the bed. She smiled and said, "If you don't want to, it's cool, but care for an audience?"

Wow. That was pretty wild. And I really liked the idea of a bunch of guys watching this 41 year-old poacher fuck a 19 year-old girl. I liked it a lot. Miki explained that she was a member of a site called "Let's Cam Fuck". No kidding. "Let's Cam Fuck." Don't bother trying to find the site; it went under some time ago. Miki was a regular on the site, and as you might imagine, quite popular.

Time to hit the shower.

She typed into the chat module, "This is my boyfriend, Ryan. He's married and I'm gonna fuck him and you're gonna watch." That chat module lit up like a fireworks show. She pushed the tray so the computer and cam were a few feet back and dropped her robe. Then I got naked and she laid on her back on the bed. I went over and leaned down and slid my tongue into her mouth.

We kissed for a few minutes, running our hands over her body. She gently pushed me away and smiled. I stood up as she walked over to the computer and typed, "Gonna suck him off."

She walked over and got on her knees and started blowing me. Her hands played with my ass and balls while her mouth slid up and down my shaft. I had about fifteen guys watching and wishing they were me at that moment. And I didn't blame them a bit. I gave out a "thumbs up" for the audience.

Miki started really sucking me off after that. She started jerking me and sucking me at the same time, and soon I started groaning. She took my cock out of her mouth and started jerking me even harder. "Cum all over my tits. Cover them in cum. Show these guys what a slut I am....."

I blew a huge load on her small tits and fell back on the bed. She gave the room a close-up of our handiwork and then typed something in. She returned to her bed and spread her legs. I went over the to computer and typed in, "Time to grab a bite to eat!"

Then I dove down between her legs. Her shaved pussy was nice and wet and tasted great. Miki was already so wound up that it really didn't take much to make her cum. I focused on running my tongue over her hard clit over and over. Soon, I heard her moaning and she started gyrating her hips. Her moans escalated into yelling and she came.

I got up and we kissed and Miki started stroking my already-recovering cock. I went over to the computer and typed in, "time for the palm pilot!" As I started to turn, I saw that a cute woman had joined the chat room. Cool! I told Miki to position herself so that her pussy was aimed towards the cam. I'd learn later that this woman was named Maggie, but that will have to wait for another entry.

Then I got on the bed and started massaging her sensitive pussy as I sucked on her nipples. Soon, the Pilot delivered another orgasm and Miki moaned and let out another yell and came. After she regained her composure, Miki went back to the computer to get her due props. She asked if I could grab her a Coke, so I went the kitchen and grabbed a couple.

As I was standing there, I couldn't help but wonder what her parents would think if they walked in on a naked 41 year-old guy helping himself to their refreshments (as well as their daughter). When I got back, we kissed and Miki asked if it was okay if she put the link to my site in the chat module. I told her that was fine.

We drank our Cokes and then Miki and I went back to the bed. I straddled her face and she started blowing my semi-hard cock. As she sucked me, I reached around and started rubbing her pussy with my hand. It wasn't long before my shaft was at full attention again and I grabbed a condom and unrolled it.

Miki likes purses.

Miki got on all fours and I got behind her and slid my cock into her slowly. She groaned and I started sliding in and out of her pussy, gradually increasing my speed with each thrust. Miki started shoving her ass back to meet my thrusts. I've mentioned before that I can last quite awhile when I'm doing doggy. After about five or so minutes, I started fucking her really hard, and soon brought Miki to another climax.

She moaned, "I want you to cum...." I laid her on her back and crawled on top of her and slid my cock in again. I leaned down and we started kissing again with my hands holding her shoulders from underneath her. I was using her shoulders as leverage and I continued to fuck her. Miki wrapped her right leg around my left leg and moved it up and down. Between that and the kissing, I couldn't hold off anymore. I told her that I was about to cum and she said, "Cum on me...."

I pulled out and took off the condom and sprayed my cum all over her stomach and tits again. Miki looked up at me and smiled and rubbed my cum into her skin. Very hot. She went and washed her hands and pulled up a chair and sat down and chatted with the room for a couple of minutes and then signed off. Then she turned to me and said, "Hey, we were a hit. Big surprise, huh?" and laughed.

I needed some recovery time and Miki knew that. For a nineteen year-old girl, she was fairly sophisticated about sex and knew that a middle-aged guy needed a little time, especially after letting loose with two huge orgasms. We talked and made out for several minutes, and when I knew Mr. Happy was ready to come off the bench, went down to her pussy and started eating her out again.

Soon, Miki was moaning and yelling again and I was making her cum. I got up on my knees and Miki sucked me for a minute and then I rolled on another condom. We laid on our sides and Miki lifted her leg up in the air. I slid into her wet pussy and she brought her leg back down. The pressure was incredible in that position. I wrapped my arms around her and we rocked and grinded against each other for several minutes.

Miki came again and then had me lay on my back. Her riding me would be a great way to finish my visit. Miki rode me hard. She was done cumming for the day, but wanted to make me cum one more time. She lifted herself up and down several times and then took my condom off and threw it on the floor. Then she laid next to me and we started kissing as she started jerking me off. She was really working her tongue in my mouth like crazy and it drove me over the edge.

I blew another load, this time over my stomach, chest, and even a little in her hair. We laid down and kissed and talked for awhile. She started talking about her ex-boyfriend. They had broken up after he had cheated on her. The thing is, she had already cheated on him by fucking that married guy. Now, they were thinking of trying it again.

"What do you think?"
"Well, you both cheated, so aren't the scales balanced?"

She laughed, "Yeah. Just we said some shit, you know, when we split up. Stuff that can't be taken back."

"Anything can be put aside, though, you know? People say lots of shit they regret when they fight."
"Yeah, I know."
"You guys just going to be open? Or try monogamy?"
"I dunno. We're still talking about everything."
"Well, always go with your gut in life. Trust your instincts. If your instincts are guiding you to try again, then try again."
"Yeah.....true...."

After a few minutes, we got up and took a shower. Then I got dressed and headed back home.

We met four more times, but the first time was the only time we put on a show. The rest of our meetings were just as hot as the first. And every time, we talked about her and her ex. And every time, I encouraged her to listen to her inner voice. Like Kramer once said to George on Seinfeld, "Now what does your little man say? You have to listen to your little man!"

Anyway, about two weeks after our first meeting, Miki emailed me.

"Ryan, you're awesome. Not the sex--I mean the sex was awesome!--but your advice. I'm trusting my gut. It's telling me if I don't at least give it a shot with Tyler, I'll regret it. I'd rather try and fail and know for sure. Thank you for everything, especially your advice! Take care of yourself and your awesome wife! --Miki"

My crack investigation skills, honed by years of legal experience, told me that while she didn't actually say she was ending it, she was ending it. See how I can read between the lines? I'm a jeen-yus!

I emailed Miki back and thanked her for all the fun and wished her the best. I didn't hear from her again until 2007, when she emailed me. Good thing she trusted her gut. Because she wrote to tell me that she and Tyler had just gotten married. She felt like she should thank me again.

There was no need to, but it was a really nice gesture. Then again, Miki was a really nice girl.

For a larger slideshow of MIki's pictures, click here.

Nicole

2011-03-28T23:30:00.003-04:00

When: August 1987
Status: Married 2 years, no kids.
Occupation: Retail Sales Clerk
Meetings: 5
Age: 21

Let's head back to the summer of 1987 (as opposed to the summer of 69, which would get me sued by Bryan Adams).

I had just ended my fun with Shay and was looking for a new victim--er, playmate. I still had some other women (Maria and Cheri, among others), as well, but remember what your favorite poacher likes to say: "Recruit, recruit, recruit, and recruit some more."

And I ended up successfully recruiting another woman in my apartment building named Nicole.

I'd like to make a point here. Fooling around with married and attached women who lived in my apartment complex was....what's the best way to describe this?.......

Oh yes. Incredibly fucking stupid beyond belief.

That's it!

But hey, I was young, stupid and horny. I was also not too much into committed relationships, even though I had been in some from time to time. Married women were fun, sexy, forbidden, and most importantly, not interested in having me get on bended knee while I held a very expensive diamond ring in my hand.

And while sticking it to married women was risky enough, sticking it to married women in my own fucking complex was, well, incredibly fucking stupid beyond belief.

Now the biggest danger of attempting to poach married women who knew where you lived wasn't necessarily fucking them. People who cheat aren't really into confessing to their spouses simply for the sake of revenge or any other reason.

No, the biggest danger was hitting on a married woman, her getting offended, and sending an angry man to your apartment door. But there was a loophole I liked to use. And I used it with Nicole.

Nicole lived a couple of buildings away from mine. I spotted her around the place and made a mental note of how I'd like to strip her and violate her marriage vows.

Oh, yeah, the loophole. We'll get to that.

Anyway, one day I saw Nicole heading out to her car wearing a 7-11 work shirt. If you're not familiar with 7-11, it's a convenience store much like AM/PM and Circle K.

Interesting. Hmmmm......I did have some work to do, but I could sure use some coffee. Hey, 7-11 had coffee! And there were about four of those store relatively close by. I drove to the first one, but the coffee there had to suck, because Nicole wasn't in there.

Ah, but the coffee in the second 7-11 I drove to was great. And not only that, guess who was working there?

Uh huh. Nicole! What a coincidence!

I quickly surveyed her left hand. Yeah, I had indeed seen a ring previous times. Married. Just how I liked 'em.

I timed it so I'd be the only customer in the store when she rang me up. As she was giving me my change back, she cocked her head a little and said, "Do you live at Mountain View?"

"Yeah. I think I've seen you there."
"Yeah, you looked familiar!"

Here comes the loophole.

"You know, if you ever want....."

Then I suddenly "noticed" her wedding ring. "Oh...sorry. Didn't realize you were married!"

Okay, fine! It's lame! But while it may be lame, that fucking thing worked. It ALWAYS worked!

She laughed, "Oh, thats okay!"

"Well, I'm a little embarrassed. Oh well. Boy see girl. Boy thinks girl's pretty. Boy doesn't notice ring."
"Oh, no need. I'm Nicole!"
"Ryan."
"Nice to meet you. I just started here. Come here often?"
"Whenever I need some coffee."
"Then I'll maybe I'll see you tomorrow.....or even back at the complex."
"Sounds good. Sorry again for, you know."
"Oh no big deal."

Okay, there's always the risk someone could be offended by that routine. But if a woman gets offended, then fuck her if she can't take a joke. So to speak.

So Nicole knew that I thought she was pretty and someone I wanted to take out, well, if she weren't, you know, married. And she thought I was a nice guy who would never knowingly ask a married woman out. So yeah, it was lame but it was effective. And if she wasn't interested, then no harm, no foul.

And most importantly, no beatings for me.

Luckily for me, Nicole worked mornings week there, so I was able to saunter in around nine or ten in the morning and talk with her. And I continued to prime the pump over the next few weeks. Every morning, I'd spend five to ten minutes just talking to her, getting to know her.

And the more I found out, the more I liked. She was cute, very funny, and very easygoing. She and her cockblocker, er husband, had just moved down to southern California from Oregon a few months earlier due to a job transfer.

I also started teasing her a little by calling her "Steffi", a reference to the then-emerging tennis star Steffi Graf.

Steffi Graf. Can you see the resemblance?

Anyway, a few weeks after we met, she said, "I really like you, Ryan. You're a good guy. I get a lot of guys hitting on me, even though they know I'm married. You're not like that."

Insert guffaw here.

"Well, just wondering....if you weren't married....."
"Yeah, I probably would've said yes, especially once I got to know you."

I decided to push my luck a bit and said, "Hot today. I think I'll be kicking it later by the pool. Drop by and say hi if you want."

"Okay, I might do that."

And that was that. I had pretty much done all I could without actually grabbing her ass. I told Nicole that I'd see her later and headed back to my place.

I worked on one of my assignments until around 2:00. Nicole usually got off at 1:00, so that gave her some time to get home, unwind, grab a bite to eat, etc......

I put some beers and ice into a cooler and headed down to the pool. I opened up a cold one, took off my shirt and stretched out. I was really hoping Nicole would show up--that would be as good a sign as I could have hoped for.

About a half hour later, I got my wish.

I was laying there with my eyes shut, when I heard, "So you gonna give me one of those?"

Fuck yeah.

I handed her a beer and we started talking. She was wearing a cute little blue bikini and it was tough trying to not leer at Steffi's--er, Nicole's--body while we were talking. But I managed. And it was important to pay attention to what she was saying. I wanted to see if I could pick up any clues about whether she was happily or unhappily married.

Listening is huge when trying to get a woman into bed, especially when that woman is married.

We ended up talking and drinking for a couple of hours. Finally, Nicole said, "Well, I guess I need to start his dinner. He certainly isn't going to do it."

We stood up and she thanked me for the beer and conversation. She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and started walking away. I stared at her cute little ass as she left.

This whole situation couldn't have been unfolding better. Then, well, it got even better.

Nicole at ease.

When she was about to walk out the gate, she turned back and walked over. She smiled and said, "You coming down again tomorrow? I'm not working." I asked if 11:00 would be okay and she smiled again and said it would be fine.

I gathered my stuff and went back up to my place. I wanted to fix my dinner and sit down and evaluate everything. Clear thinking is vital to a successful poach.

But no clear thinking could take place until I took care of the raging hard-on I had. I jumped into the shower and stroked myself off thinking of Nicole's hot ass in that blue bikini. Two hours of staring at this cute girl in a bikini had me ready to blast off. Soon, it was mission accomplished.

It didn't help much. Mr. Happy soon returned to attention. Luckily, the universe saw my plight and decided to help me out.

After I dried off and got dressed, I was looking in the fridge, trying to decide what to have for dinner. As I was contemplating a soup and salad combo, the phone rang. It was Cheri. She was in the area and wanted to know if I was available for a quick visit.

She only had an hour or so, but I got to fuck her twice and probably could've gone a third time if she didn't have to leave. But an hour with Cheri was much better than no time with Cheri, that's for sure.

After Cheri left, I took some time to evaluate what was going on with Nicole. All the signs were good. She liked me--she said as much. She spent two hours drinking and talking with me that day. She wanted to see me the following day and she was obviously comfortable around me.

There were other clues as well.

While Nicole said that she liked southern California, she never really wanted to move down from Oregon. While she said that she wasn't upset at her husband for the move, I could definitely sense some resentment.

And speaking of her husband, she almost never referred to him by name. I heard her refer to him as "Steve" one time. The rest of the time, it was "he", "his", and "him". A newlywed almost always refers to a spouse by name. This was a very good sign.

Then there was that comment about how she always had to make dinner. That came off as a real dig at...."him".

Throw all that together with that little kiss on the cheek and things were looking pretty good. It wasn't a sure thing, of course, but like the Magic 8 ball says, "All signs point to yes, biatch".

Needless to say, between Cheri and these positive developments, I slept very well that night.

The next morning I got up and did some work on an appellate brief I was writing up for a new client. Around 10:00, I showered, shaved, and put my swimsuit on. I made sure to really look as sharp as I could--well, as sharp as I could in a swimsuit and t-shirt. The momentum was on my side and I wanted to keep it going.

And I knew a good way to keep it going. I mixed up a couple of salads, and made up a couple of sandwiches and put them in a small cooler. I tossed in some chips as well.

I figured Nicole would appreciate someone making lunch for her, considering her comments the day before. Sometimes the smaller gestures speak the loudest.

I went down and set up camp, so to speak. I went to the same area we had been at the day before. And I moved the chaise lounges closer together.

Preparation, manipulation.....ta-may-to, ta-mah-tow.

Soon, Nicole arrived and smiled and said hello. She took off her robe and was wearing a red bikini. The color didn't matter; any bikini would have looked great on her. I got up and she kissed me on the cheek again. This was too good to be true.

We sat down on our respective lounges and started drinking and talking. We had the whole pool area to ourselves. It was great. After we had been talking for a bit, she looked at the small cooler and asked what was in it.

"Our lunches."
"You made us lunch? I knew there was a reason that I liked you!"
"Well, I like you too."
"Yeah, I'm glad."
"Me too."

Okay, this was getting to be somewhat awkward. And in the past, I've mentioned that sometimes that awkward pause is good. But it felt like it was too soon. So I grabbed the cooler and took out the food.

She took her lunch and thanked me. "Salad and a sandwich. Nice light lunch. This was sweet."

We finished eating and said, "That was great." Then she laughed and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

"I am. Is it working?"
"Maybe. I'll let you know after another beer."

We resumed our drinking and conversation. Nicole revealed that "he" was the only guy she had ever been with. They met in high school and continued to see each other while they attended Portland State. After they graduated, they got married. She was planning on working at 7-11 for the summer and then go through the Cal Poly teacher accreditation program.

See-through bras rule.

I asked her if being married was a big adjustment, if it was what she thought it would be. She thought for a moment and said, "Kinda. It was kinda like we'd been together so long that it was the next logical step. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."
"How come a great guy like you isn't married or doesn't have a girlfriend? I'd go out with you in a heartbeat."
"I had a long-term girlfriend. Georgie. We broke up in March. After we broke up, I wasn't really ready to jump into another relationship."
"I'm so sorry. What happened, if you don't mind me asking."
"We just wanted different things out of life. That and it got to the point where she felt that our relationship wasn't going forward enough. I wasn't ready to ask her to marry me and she wanted to get married and start a family."
"At least you were honest."

Okay, if you remember the Ashley entry, Georgie found out that I had been fucking Ashley. That's why she dumped me. But I didn't think Nicole would appreciate that.

"Yeah. And we were cool about it. There were no hard feelings."

Yeah, well, I didn't have any hard feelings. Georgie, on the other hand, would've been happy had Jupiter fallen from the sky and landed on my balls for five agonizing minutes before Mars came crashing down upon my head. But that wasn't exactly what I wanted to tell Nicole, so I "adjusted" the truth just a touch.

Around 1:30, we were feeling pretty good. We weren't drunk, but were well on our way. I was starting to write off my chances of getting into Nicole's pants (or bikini bottoms), though. I think I was stuck in the friend zone and needed to get out of there.

Don't get me wrong. The friend zone is a great place to be. You have to travel through the friend zone many times, depending on the lady you're poaching. The friend zone allows her to feel a connection to you. But if you hang in the friend zone for too long, then that will be your permanent station.

So when you're in the friend zone, remember: rent, don't buy.

"So you would've gone out with me?"
"Yeah. Absolutely."
"You kiss on the first date?"
"Oh yeah....."
"But that's it, right?"
"Oh, depends on who I'm with...."

It's always good to leave your options open.

"What if we were on a first date?"
"Definitely more."

I got up put the coolers on the other side of my chaise lounge.

"What are you doing?"
"You'll see."

Then I pushed my lounge up against hers and laid down next to her.

"Want to pretend that we're on a first date?"
"Yeah...."

I leaned over and we started kissing. I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue push back against mine. Mr. Happy knew we had just ditched the friend zone and was a full attention.

I slid my hand underneath her bikini bottom and Nicole responded by rubbing my cock through my my swimsuit. We went at it for a couple of minutes until we heard voices coming towards the pool.

We immediately got up and Nicole said, "A-22" and walked away. I gathered my stuff up and nodded hello to the really cute young mother who was coming into the pool area with her toddler. Her name was Sharon and I had done some exploratory investigation about an attempted poach with her, but wisely decided against it.

Her husband was really big and worked rotating hours as a maintenance technician at a local hospital. Too much trouble even if I could con Sharon into bed. She sure was a nice lady, though.

I went up to my apartment and dumped my coolers and grabbed some condoms. Then I headed back to Nicole's place. So why her place and not mine?

Nicole would later explain that my place faced a fairly busy area of the complex, while her place didn't. She felt that it would be more difficult to sneak into my apartment without being seen than me going to hers. Personally, I thought the possibility of a surprise early arrival home from her husband would trump that concern, but she wasn't too worried. Besides, I'm a master of escape--and of course, of setting the chain lock on the front door.

I took off my t-shirt and bathing suit, revealing my stiff cock. I smiled and said, "You sure you want to go through with this?" Nicole looked at my hard cock and said, "Even if I hadn't wanted to, I definitely do now."

She took off her bikini and smiled. I walked over and we wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing again, my hard cock pressed against her stomach. Nicole then kissed her way down my chest and stomach and got on her knees. She then took my hard cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

I was so hard at this point that I wasn't even close to blowing my load,--I love that feeling--so I relaxed and enjoyed her attention for a couple of minutes. My eyes scanned the room for pictures of Nicole and her husband. I spotted one on an end table by the couch and smiled.

I had Nicole stand back up and we started kissing again. Then we walked into her bedroom and I laid her on her back. She spread her legs and I positioned myself above her and started sucking her nipples while I played with her wet pussy.

Oh well, since I was already in position, I figured that I might as well fire up the Palm Pilot! She was nice and wet, and her breathing was already getting heavy.

I continued to suck her hard nipples (no, not both at the same time!) as my hand pushed against and slid around her pussy, looking for what area was most sensitive. Like almost always, it was her clit and I increased my pressure against it while moving my hand in different directions.

Soon Nicole was jerking and groaning and I increased my pace, driving her over the edge. As she came, Nicole's head jerked forward and she muttered, "Oh fuck...." I removed my hand and leaned down and kissed her some more. As we kissed, Nicole stroked my cock.

"I want you in me."
"Soon."

I kissed her and went down between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down her lips and then slid it inside of her pussy. I was concerned about her clit being too sensitive after the Pilot treatment and concentrated on the areas away from there.

I made a slight misjudgment there. Nicole's clit must not have been too sensitive, as she started fingering it as I slid my tongue in and out of her. I guess that was a happy accident, and soon Nicole was cumming again.

I got up and saw a big smile on Nicole's face. "Nice."

I put on Mr. Happy's raincoat and got on top of Nicole and slid right in. We fucked nice and slowly for several minutes until Nicole said, "Faster honey...."

I increased my pace, thrusting into Nicole's pussy faster and harder. Her hands were on my hips, pulling me into her with every thrust. Nicole soon said, "I'm gonna cum, Ryan!" and then closed her eyes and moaned, and her body stiffened.

After she came, Nicole pulled my head down and we started kissing as I continued to fuck her. She put her hands on my ass and was squeezing it as I finally started nearing my own orgasm.

"That's it honey....that's it...."

My body jerked a little as I shot my load into the condom. After I came, I pulled out and pulled the rubber off and then buried my face on Nicole's shoulder.

"Fuck...I really, really needed that....that was great....."

We kicked back for awhile and then checked the clock. Cool, we had enough time for another go around.

Nicole got on top of me and we started 69ing. I love this position. You have equal access to the pussy and ass. I felt her warm mouth on my semi-hard cock as I started running my tongue over her clit.

I didn't make her cum that way, but I did get her wet. And she got me hard again. Nicole rolled a condom on Mr. Happy and slid down slowly. Nicole rode me slowly for several minutes and then leaned forward, bracing herself on her hands.

She started riding me faster while I grabbed her tits and played with her hard nipples. After a couple of minutes, she said, "Gonna cum.....cum with me....." That wasn't going to be a problem.

Not long after that, Nicole groaned that she was cumming and I managed to get out a "me too" and we both climaxed. After we came, Nicole leaned down and we shared a long kiss.

Nicole then carefully climbed off of me and I took the condom--as well as the first condom--and flushed them both. I put my swimsuit and t-shirt back on and gave Nicole a kiss. Then I headed back to my place.

I would see Nicole four more times over the next ten days. And each meeting was fantastic. And then Nicole put an end to it. One morning, I went in to 7-11 to get my coffee. I walked up to Nicole's register and she smiled at me. She looked around to make sure we were alone--her coworker was in the back stocking the cooler and I was the only customer.

"This is so hard, Ryan. I think you're great, you know that."
"But you want to stop, right?"
"Yeah. I'm feeling so guilty. I'm sorry."
"No need to be. I loved being with you."
"Oh, so did I. Too much, you know?"

So we agreed to act like nothing ever happened between us. I kept getting my coffee there, although there weren't any more visits from Nicole when I was at the pool. In September, Nicole's hours changed because she had entered Cal Poly's accreditation program and I didn't get to see her too much.

I saw Nicole sporadically after she started school. I'd run into her on occasion at 7-11 or at the complex. The next summer, she was gone. She and her husband moved out of the complex and Nicole quit 7-11. She never told me about either of these things before they happened, so I was a bit surprised. Bit it wasn't like we even ran into each other that much by then. And she certainly didn't owe me anything, so her not telling me certainly didn't bother me.

I will end on one note. One thing I'm convinced of is that while Nicole liked me, that wasn't the reason I got to fuck her--or at least the most important reason. I think she was very intrigued about what it be like to fuck another guy. Combine that with some marital annoyances she was experiencing and you had a lady ready to cheat if she found the right guy.

I was just the right guy.

Nicole was definitely a cutie.

For a larger slideshow of Nicole's pictures, click here.

A Week In Florida

2011-03-06T03:00:00.003-05:00

If you're a visitor to my wife's blog, you'll know that our friend Janey is moving up from St. Pete to move into our guest house while she studies to become a physician's assistant.

I won't go into the whole story of how we met Janey--Alex wants to do that--but we love this girl. She just broke up with her longtime girlfriend and decided a change in her life was needed, as was a change of scenery.

So I flew down on Tuesday to help her finish packing. We have a rental truck and tow dolly for her car and will head up to Georgia on Monday. We were originally going to head back on Thursday or Friday, but Alex said since we were having so much fun, just to stay a few more days.

We got the truck finished on Wednesday morning and cleaned up her apartment and then checked into nearby hotel. Then we started having so much fun, we got the extension. We'll be a few days late with the truck, but made sure we let the dealership know. It'll be a few extra bucks, but no big deal.

Since then, it's been sex, eating out, drinking, rinse and repeat. We've fucked in the truck, her apartment, the jacuzzi mentioned in the Jackie entry, and several times on the beach at night.

Tomorrow, we'll be resting up from the past week and getting ready to head up to Georgia tomorrow.

Okay, time get my ass back to bed! Hope you all are having a great weekend!

Janey's friend from her last job, Belinda, took us out for drinks and dinner.

A big hug from the gorgeous Janey.

Meagan

2011-02-15T01:00:00.000-05:00

When: July to October 1981.

Status: Live-in boyfriend, one kid (by ex-husband).
Occupation: Cashier
Meetings: 15
Age: 27

Meagan was another trailer park hook-up. Fortunately, I didn't use Polaroids with her like I did with Amanda. Oh well. I used the old instant camera more than a few times back in the day. I never realized that I'd be sharing these pictures with the public.

If only Al Gore had told me that he'd be inventing the internet (not to mention that global warming bullshit) one day......

So I had been screwing Amanda for a few weeks earlier that summer, but that kind of fizzled out. I guess Amanda was a cougar who was ahead of her time. She was sure fun, though.

Anyway, I started a new job for Jim's dad after the fourth of July weekend. On Tuesday, I drove over to Fontana, which was about a twenty-minute drive.

I pulled into the mobile home park and stopped by the manager's office. This wasn't really required, as they usually knew in advance from the bank that someone would be stopping by. But it was a courtesy that managers always appreciated. I told them I wouldn't be loud--except to mow the grass--and that I'd be hauling away the trash and not using their dumpsters.

This is always appreciated. Dumpsters at apartment complexes and mobile home parks fill up fast and the last thing they needed was someone like me filling one up with a bunch of crap from an abandoned unit. I also told them that if I came before 8:00, I'd be quiet and work inside.

These managers were really cool. I would end up dealing with them several times in the future and they were always very nice.

Anyway, they thanked me for stopping in and checking with them. They gave me the directions to where the unit was (heh....I said "unit") and I drove over and pulled in. I groaned when I saw it. Bob wasn't joking when he said that this place was "a wrecked pile of shit."

But that's where you can make the money, right?

The outside needed painting, the skirting was thrashed, awning struts needed to be replaced, and the driveway needed to be seal coated. And that was just the outside. I braced myself and prepared myself for the worst.

Before I managed to unlock the door to this Shangri-La, I saw a car pull into the driveway of the mobile home across the street. My poacher radar flipped on when I saw a very hot blonde get out of her car.

Whoa. She was in her twenties and gorgeous. I walked over to the bed of the truck and pretended to look inside. Then I looked up and said, "How you doing?"

She looked at me, said "Fine," and walked into her home. Fuck, it was the beginning of July and I could feel the chill. Maybe she had her pervert detector on. Either way, from her chilly reception and cold expression basically served as a "No Trespassing" sign.

Shit, fuck you, bitch. All I did was say hello. It's not like I took my dick out and starting jerking it. Pretty fucking uppity for someone who lived in a third-rate mobile home park.

By the way, mobile home parks get a bad rap. Like neighborhoods with regular houses, some are really, really nice, some are more middle-class, and some are shit. My luck was that I usually got to work in the shitty ones. Then again, that's where the work was.

So if you're a guy or girl who lives in a mobile home, hey, I'm not trying to lump them into one horrible category.

Anyway, who knows. Maybe Princess had had a bad day. Maybe she wasn't thrilled at the prospect of some douche bag like me doing some loud work across the street from her. Maybe she was just suspicious of strangers. Or maybe she was just a rude skank. Whatever.

Like I've said before, I've had many more rejections than successes.

Bob always liked to take before and after pictures of his jobs for his records. He hadn't taken any before pics, so I took some around the outside of this place. Then I finally went inside.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

A general rule of thumb about humanity: If someone thinks they're about to lose something, they don't take care of it. And repossessed houses and mobile homes are definitely subject to that rule. Fuck, that rule made me serious money.

No joke, folks. I saw some seriously weird shit in these foreclosed mobile homes. The tenants at one place used an engine block as a coffee table. Often, I found razor blades and white residue on kitchen and bathroom sink counters.

And people, apparently, decide that the floor is a nifty trash can when they realize that they're home is about to be repossessed. Oh well, like I said, it made me money.

One time, and this is sad, I worked on a place where the tenant had passed away. There was a lot of medical equipment (hoses, stuff like that), in a pile in the living room From what I could figure out, he must have had emphysema. So I was in the middle of bagging all that stuff up and came across two blow-up dolls. One was blonde and the other was brunette.

Of course, I busted up. And I bagged them and continued picking up all the trash, laughing the whole time. Then it hit me: I was a first-class asshole.

Here's this guy, sick and probably all alone in the world. He has to breathe through a fucking machine a lot of the time. And I'm laughing because he had to use two blow-up dolls to get his sexual release. Fuck, and a little respect would be nice. He was gone. And he spent his last days in a crappy park in Chino.

I stopped laughing and went back to work, a little sadder about the whole situation. I didn't know the guy. He might've been a great guy, a complete asshole, or like most of us, somewhere in between. Either way, he deserved better than some smart-ass 18 year-old laughing at his misfortune.

So anyway, back to the lovely place I was talking about There was trash all over the place. I went around and surveyed the rest of the place. It was a double-wide with three bedrooms and a bathroom. I went into one bedroom and my eyes lit up.

Engine parts. Rims. Windshields. Lots of car stuff. I'm no gearhead--I can't even change my own motor oil--but fuck, I knew this could be worth some bucks. I knew Bob would be thrilled.

But it got better.

I slid open the closet door and found a ton of tools. So what, right?

Well, you remember Kendall, the self-storage manager, right? Anyway, one time she mentioned that they had just had an auction. And one 5 X 10 unit went for over twenty five hundred bucks because it was full of tools.

Tools are valuable. Who knew?

I went and checked out the other rooms. Ugh. More trash. And mattresses in the master bedroom. Fucking wonderful. Those are a pain in the ass. And there were stacks and stacks of Playboys and Penthouses. Ugh. No way was I going to touch used porn rags without gloves.

Anyway, there was just too much shit to haul over to the landfill. I'd have to have Bob rent a large dumpster for Thursday and they could take it back on Friday or whatever. It would cost less than the gas, time, and fees to haul it to the landfill over several trips.

Anyway, I put on my gloves and went through each room, putting all of the trash into a pile in the center of the room. At least I could paint the inside.

I went out and grabbed the paint. I looked over at the trailer next to me and saw a cute lady. She saw me and smiled. I waved and she waved back. Cool.

Now that's the way to be! Not like the ice queen across the street.

She came out and said hello. Really cool.

"Hi. I'm Meagan."

"Ryan."

"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."

"You should've seen the people who lived here. Nightmares. Loud music, drugs, all that shit."

"Yeah, I found a bunch of roach clips in there."

"Big surprise. Can I get you a drink?"

"No thank you. I have some in the cooler."

We chatted for a few minutes. She was married, had a kid, and worked at K-Mart part-time as a cashier. I asked where her daughter was and she said, "long story."

"I have time."

"It makes me sound bad."

"Nobody's perfect."

"Okay. Well, I was married to my first husband, but we were separated. I met a guy and we started sleeping together."

"Okay."

"Husband and I started divorce proceedings. This new guy got me pregnant--fucking condom broke. I only trust the pill now."

"Uh huh."

"So the divorce came through. I had my daughter. Her father and I agreed to share custody. We didn't want to get married. A year after she was born, he married a nice lady with a kid of her own. So my daughter spends a lot of time with her father and stepmother. Another year went by and I met a guy and we got married."

"How old is your daughter?""Eight."

"Well, that hardly makes you a bad person."

"Yeah, but I cheated on my first husband a few times before we separated."
"Just sex."

She laughed. "Yeah, just sex I guess. Anyway, great meeting you. Let me know if you need anything!"

Yeah. You naked and bent over the back of your sofa, baby.

"Thanks!"

It never ceases to amaze me. People will tell a stranger virtually anything that they'd never tell a friend or relative. I noticed that she had a tattoo on her left arm.

"What does that say?"
"To my own self, be true."

"Cool."

"I have some other tats, as well."

"Very cool."

That's kind of a turn-on for me. I like pretty girls with tats. Don't ask why. I just think it's a really cool look on a woman.

Okay. Well, taking off my shirt had helped me get into Amanda's pants, maybe it would work again. I peeled it off and tossed it into the front of the truck.

The next few hours were spent painting. This wasn't too bad. Most of the rooms had paneling on the wall (except the bathroom and kitchen) and I mostly just had to do the ceilings. I went out a few times to the truck to grab a Coke just to quench my thirst and leer at Meagan, who was working on the small garden that lined her driveway.

Finally, she got up and said, "I think I'll work on my tan," and smiled.

I really wanted to go into the backyard and mow, but I didn't have the lawnmower with me. And while the outside of the place needed to be painted, it didn't make sense to stop painting the inside just to paint the outside. Besides, it was too fucking hot at that point. At least the inside had an air conditioner. I was grateful that the electricity hadn't been turned off.

I finally finished around 2:30. I needed to get out of there. The paint fumes--which I usually had a high tolerance for--were getting to me. Besides, I needed to eat some lunch.

I grabbed my lunch and headed out to the back of the mobile home. It had a nice little deck in back, so I pulled my sammich and a Coke out of the cooler and started chowing down. As I was finishing up, I heard Meagan ask, "So how long is it going to take?"

"A couple of weeks. It's trashed. Paneling needs to be replaced, this deck needs to be repaired, new tiling, new carpet just to start. Want to see?"

"Sure."

She came over wearing a tank top and shorts. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and that's always a wonderful thing. I know I love going braless myself.

She shook her head and said, "I don't envy you. Oh well. I'll let you get back to work."

I grabbed the roller and paint and everything and started painting again. Through the window, I could see Meagan tanning herself topless--too bad she was lying on her stomach.

I finally finished painting the ceiling. So I poured the paint back into the can and got the paint I was going to use for the outside. It was hot as fuck out there, but oh well. You gotta do what you gotta do.

Around three, I had finished painting the side facing Meagan's place, and had started on the back. I could see Meagan laying down. Without getting up, she laughed and said, "Hot enough?"

"Yeah, it's great."

She was just a cowgirl at heart.

Another half hour went by and I was done with the back. I was really feeling it. I was drenched. Meagan saw me, pointed at her upground pool, and said, "Just jump in there."

Fine by me. I walked over and jumped in and stayed in for a few minutes. I was hoping she'd sit up so I could get an eyeful of her tits, but I didn't. I got out and thanked her. I decided to pack it in for the day. I was beat and wanted to load up all the tools and car parts into the truck.

Amazingly, I got all the paint cans, brushes, rollers, car parts and tools into the bed of the truck. It was a tight fit. I went around to the back and said, "Meagan?"

"Back here."

Rats! She had put her shirt on!

"Thanks for letting me cool off in your pool."
"My pleasure. See you tomorrow?"

"In the A.M."

"Cool. Ugh, gotta get ready for work."

I went to Bob's place and dragged him out to the truck. I honestly think he popped a stiffie when he saw everything I brought with me. We unloaded his work truck and put it into his other truck. He knew someone he could sell all the stuff to and would drop by the guy's place in a day or two.

I spent the next day working and chatting with Meagan. She usually worked the second shift and just screwed around her place during the day when she didn't have her daughter, who luckily, she didn't have for a couple of weeks.

On Thursday, around noon, she opened her door and said, "Hey, come over." Hey, why not? I went over--her steps led right into her kitchen. She had made me a sandwich for lunch. Very cool, if I say so myself.

The refuse company had delivered the dumpster earlier that morning (I had gotten the managers' permission to leave it there for one day) and had devised the lazy man's way to throw shit away: I opened the window and took out the screen and just tossed it all in. I was rather proud of this. I was able to stay cool and get a major headache out of the way.

When I sat down, Meagan said, "You look nice and cool. No outside work?"

"Not today."
"So you won't be taking a dip like you have been the past couple days?"

"You want me to?"

"Well,sure, if you like."

"Then I might just have to take a dip."
"You know where to find me."

We finished our lunch. I thanked her and went back to work. Around three, I went over. Meagan was in the back reading a magazine. Sad to say, she wasn't topless. I walked over.

Meagan kicking back after some fun.

"Here for a dip?"
"Uh huh."

I decided to push my luck.

"Mind if I go in naked? So I don't get my shorts soaked?"

"Sure. I'll close my eyes."

Meagan's mobile home and the one I was working on were about as private as you get in a mobile home park. They were both situated on a curve and just slightyly out of site of the other mobile homes. So I peeled off my shorts and started climbing in.

"You didn't close your eyes."
"I lied," she laughed.

I stayed in for about fifteen minutes and we chatted. Then her eyes widened.

"Shit. My husband's home. I can hear his truck."

I got out and grabbed my underwear and shorts and hopped the fence and got dressed quickly in the back yard. I then went inside and watched Meagan walk up to her boyfriend and give him a kiss. I'm pretty sure she didn't mention that she had just had a naked guy in their pool.

I went back to work for the last couple of hours. I was still a little shaky from the close call, but I hadn't been caught. I thought maybe I should just back off of the whole thing. Her boyfriend was a badass-looking dude and I didn't want to mess with him.

Besides, it's not like Meagan was on her back porch, spreading her legs for me. For all I knew, she just didn't have an issue with nudity.

Uh huh. Sure.

The next day, I brought the skirting. Mobile homes don't sit flat on the ground. They sit on a bunch of jacks/lifts. Skirting are metal panels that cover the otherwise open area between the ground and where the mobile home is sitting. And all you have to do to replace it is remove a section of panels, then bend the edge of several sheets, interlock them, and drill them in.

Luckily, it wasn't too bad, heat-wise. I got there at eight and spent a couple of hours bending the panels. Around nine, Meagan came out in her pajamas. I smiled, "Just get up?"

"Yeah, hey, sorry about yesterday. I forgot he was coming home early."

"He the jealous type?"
"Oh fuck yes. Good guy, but jealous. Forget seeing you in the pool, if he knew I was talking to you so much, he'd have a fit."
"Then maybe we shouldn't talk so much."
"Well, what he doesn't know, right?"

She went back in and I continued working. I tore through the skirting and was finished around one. I grabbed my lunch and sat on the back porch. I had made great time on the skirting and was quite happy. I also kind of wanted to distance myself from Meagan. I was 18 and had no interest in being beaten by an enraged boyfriend.

But it's important to keep an open mind.

I saw Meagan walk out onto her porch in a robe. She smiled at me and dropped the robe. She was completely naked. She then said, "Come on over," and got into her pool.

Uh uh. No way.

"Oh come on. He's in L.A. and won't be back until late."

I don't know what they're called, but her hubby was one of those guys who fuel up planes. He usually worked at Ontario International Airport, but for some reason, had been assigned to LAX that day.

Still, I was nervous. But I really wanted to nail Meagan. So I went over, and stripped down and jumped in the water with her.

"So, you wanna kiss me?"

"Oh yeah...."

Meagan and I started making out and running out hands all over each other. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it tightly. She pulled away and said, "Let's get out."

Fine by me.

We walked over to the porch and she laid on her back on a chaise lounge. I dove in and started eating her pussy out. She spread her lips with her hands and exposed her clit. I licked and sucked her hard clit until she bucked and came.

I then kissed my way up her stomach, sucked on her nipples, and then started kissing her and easing my cock into her pussy. It slid right in. She groaned a little and we kept kissing as I fucked her.I learned one thing that day: it isn't easy fucking on a chaise lounge chair. After a couple of minutes of awkward sex, she said, "Get up. You can lay down and I'll get on top."

Much better!

Meagan swung her leg over and then straddled me and eased her pussy down onto my cock, which was throbbing at this point. She leaned forward and used her arms to brace herself. This was an incredible feeling--and an incredible sight to see.

This woman didn't have an ounce of fat on her body and was in great shape. It was like watching an x-rated version of somebody doing deep knee bends. As Meagan slid up and down my cock, I started playing with her breasts and fingering her hard nipples.

A couple of minutes into the squat-thrust sex, Meagan giggled and said, "Bet you never thought you'd screw a married chick on patio furniture!" Well, she had me there, that's for sure.

I reached down and fingered her clit every time she lifted herself up. Meagan responded by sliding down fast, and lifting up very slowly. The change of pace was wild. A few minutes after I started fingering her clit, she slid halfway down my cock, stopped, and closed her eyes.It was time for her to cum. I rubbed her clit fast and she tilted her head back and started gasping and groaning, letting out an "Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk..........baby......."

After she came, she fucked me as fast and hard as her position would allow her to move. It wasn't long before I tensed up and heard her say, "C'mon....c'mon....cum for me, honey.....all in my pussy..."

I blew my load into her and she collapsed on top of me.

We got up and went to her bedroom, where we resumed our fun. Meagan was pretty wild in bed, and we fucked two more times before we wrapped it up for the day. I went down on her pussy again as well as her ass and took her to the pilot as well.

At the end of our last fuck, Meagan had me pull out and blew me until I came in her mouth. Needless to say, that's always an incredible way to end a fuck.

We were able to hook up several more times during the ten days or so I worked on that mobile home. And after I finished, we decided to keep seeing each other.

That lasted for a few months. We developed a system where when she wanted to fuck, she'd call and arrange a time. Then I'd drive over and park my car in the parking lot at a nearby strip mall. Meagan would then come by and pick me up.

Usually we met during the day. However, sometimes, when she wasn't working and when she didn't have her daughter and her boyfriend was working at night, I'd spend some quality prime-time with her. Evening fucks are always great. Strike that--fucks are always great, no matter when you get them.

I also had the foresight to take the screws out of two skirting panels so I could loosen them, slide underneath the mobile home, and put them back in, in case of emergency. That would come in handy.

In early October, however, Meagan and I spent a few hours fucking. Then we decided to push our luck and I mounted her for one more fuck. We were in the middle of the grunt-and-grind when she heard her husband's truck. I saw it pulling into the carport and pulled out and grabbed my clothes. I ran out the back door, gesturing that I'd be in my hiding place.

I unloosened the panels, crawled under the mobile home, and replaced the panels as best I could. --not an easy job to do in the first place, let alone when you're seeing your life flash in front of your eyes. But I did it and settled in.

Most of you, it's safe to say, haven't been underneath a mobile home. Be glad about that. Be very glad It's dirty, there are spider webs, and tons of metal are directly above you. I remember praying that there wouldn't be an earthquake.

Her husband usually hopped into the shower when he got home. Not this time. No, this time, he wanted to go swimming. So I had to wait for him to finish his dip.

Then I had to wait for him to grill up dinner. By that point, I was starving and the hamburgers he was cooking up smelled great.

Then I had to wait while they ate dinner on the porch.

I was underneath that fucking mobile home for an hour an a half. I was covered in dirt, trying not to sneeze, and keeping my eyes peeled for any black widows than might want to do me harm.

Finally, Meagan came out.

She said, "Baby, get out of here. He's in the shower, I'm gonna jump in with him and keep him busy," and ran back inside.

I crawled out, replaced the panels quickly, and booked my ass out of there. I took a shortcut out of the park and made it to the strip mall and jumped into my Nova.

Meagan called me the next day and ended it. We parted as friends. But that had been too close for both of us. That was fine. Always be grateful for what you get!

Oh, and those tools and car parts that I mentioned earlier? Bob cut me in on the money for those. For two weeks of work on the job and my cut of the booty, I pulled in 2,600 bucks. It was pretty nice of Bob to toss some extra money my way.

So I got to fuck Meagan and earned some serious scratch. Not bad.

Not bad at all.

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