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Between marriages was an adventurous time and busy years for this girl. It is the second period in my life for sexual experimentation and many lovers. During this time I maintained one serious relationship, conducted an intense clandestine affair, and orchestrated many casual encounters. Additionally, there was one fellow who we now call a friend with benefits. In the midst of all these there were a couple of obligatory nights with the ex-husband. But most exciting was a one-night-stand with my first female lover when I engaged in my first threesome. Included in this harried schedule was my day job as a personal assistant to the office managing partner, and the firm's expert witness. Rarely did I have dinner at home.

I think during this interval of my life I finally succumb to fact that I am a wanton, sex obsessed, pleasure seeking, hedonistic woman and that I don't think that is bad.

This recollection is about one of those casual encounters whose name is Randy. In the other encounter, the serious relationship actually caught us nearly in the act. It turns out OK, but I digress.

Randy is a lawyer with a stocky build and a new Corvette. We had met at my work while he was consulting on some real estate contracts. We lunched at a place called Plum's and I thought that was it until we met up at a company party. The party had us dancing and drinking much of the night. It was lots of fun and I flirted something terrible with all the consultants. Later, away from my colleagues, and like teenagers, Randy and I made out in his car. There, in the dark, he has a field day with my boobs. It is exciting and he made my body feel wonderful. Again though, I thought that that was the extent of it. I did not invite him into my apartment that night. He is a terrific guy but at this point I am not ready to add another man to my stable.

In a couple of weeks however, I can't resist seeing him again and exploring the delights he might possess. It is a Friday which I normally reserve for Tom (the serious relationship) but he is away working out of town. Randy and I go to see the movie "Missing" at a downtown theater. Afterwards we stroll through Old Town Sacramento visiting Evangeline's and Fat City where we pick up some food to go.

We return to my apartment at Governor's Square where I pick up a blanket and put on a jacket. It is a late dinner, picnic style, at the park across from the Crocker Art Gallery.

We spread out under a tree in the center of the park where the grass was dry. We light our repast with a cigarette lighter. After some fine Chinese take-out and beer we recline in the darkness. We do not see a soul around. The night is clear, moonless and cold.

We warm up by cuddling and kissing. I run my cold hands under his pants to warm them on his butt. He doesn't really appreciate it but tolerates it, such a gentleman. Randy follows suit on my bottom. We continue the kissing for a long time, which of course involves tongues. Occasionally, we come up for air and talk at close range.

This intertwining is fun. I don't think about anything but the pressing of lips and entangling of tongues. It gets me to feeling sort of content. I would prefer to just stay this course but I know things will move on. My pussy is moistening and Randy, I can easily feel, is hard.

With his hands now warm he pulls one and runs it up underneath my shirt to my breasts. Randy jokes that they must look wonderful because they feel phenomenal. I nearly respond likewise as I pulled a hand out to clutch his cock from outside his slacks but I am taken aback and can't speak for a moment. His cock wasn't all that long but damn it was wide! Is he packing a sausage in his pants?! I hear that some fellows go to the disco with one strapped to their leg to impress the girls. This one, however is quite real.

I seem to have an obsession with the penis. I don't consider it problem, obviously. I am just struck by the amount of variations in size and appearance that nature has created. The same can be said of course about female parts, breasts especially. Even amongst women of the same race there is so much diversification in size, shape and, as I've learned by some investigation, sensitivity. But why is there such variation in cocks? I've seen, felt, sucked, fucked, and enjoyed all sorts. From straight, crooked, relatively short and thin to the long and stout, circumcised and not, I've taken pleasure in them all at one time or another. Now apparently, I may get a crack at short and stout. When it comes to lovemaking, life is grand.

Although I am enjoying this fling in the park I want to be cautious. I am not ready to go all-the-way at this point. I'm not on the pill, I'm sure he has no condom and I purposely didn't bring one. I need to finesse this rendezvous so as not frustrate the poor boy. So we continue with the heavy petting on our blanket. He pulls his other hand from my bottom and rolls me to my back. As I had done with his member he now Manavgat Escort Bayan does to me. A hand cups my vulva outside the thin fabric of my trousers. He begins to rub.

I unbutton my blouse so he'll have unfettered access to my boobies. I also unbutton his shirt.

Randy is hitting all the right buttons but my head doesn't seem to be in the right frame. So, I relax and begin fantasizing.

It is a fantasy that I often employ when I am on my own. A fantasy built on a real foundation.

I was in Tahiti with my ex. My then husband was not a very exciting fellow despite being in one of the most sensuous venues on the planet. We were sunning on the beach. All the Europeans and locals were typically topless but not us. He would not allow it. Near our plot of sand was a photographer - a Lucien Gauthier want-to-be - shooting a local girl in native pareo.

She is gorgeous. She is very dark brown, top to bottom with long black hair. It fans out from her hibiscus crown and completely covers her back. It is not jet black, more like the color of a cast iron skillet and the texture is a mess of waves, kinks and curls, much like my own hair, only a lot fuller and longer. She has a smooth, symmetrical and tiny waist, perfect breasts and very full lips like two down feather pillows stacked on a bed. She wore no makeup.

Disembarking from reality and entering my erotic make-believe, I bravely approach the photographer, a Frenchman, and ask if I can help. Magically the people and my husband dissolve away and the ocean becomes a lagoon. The shooter asks me to spritz the model with water. I wet my hands in the lagoon and approach her. I am smitten by her coal black almond eyes. She asks me to remove my top. I remove everything and sit behind her. I place my wet hands on her sturdy breasts. The Frenchman walks around us triggering the shutter constantly.

The vahine undoes her pareo and lays it flat on the sand. She has an abundant bush about the same quality as the hair on her head. She turns around and presses me onto my back. As she crawls over me her swaying breasts appear the shape of American footballs cut in half and topped (or bottomed) by chocolate conical nipples. Her hair covers us like a tent. She sucks on my nipples and I feel hers. The Frenchman now naked kneels next to my head. The native girl and I share the Frenchman's cock between our lips.

My awareness returns to Randy as he kisses, sucks, and nibbles on my nipples. This is not his first rodeo. He is skilled. My pelvis begins to have fits. I lean over and bury my face into his hairy chest. If I am going to cum I am going to do so quietly. I slip my hand inside his pants and again fondled his portly cock.

The Frenchman stands. The vahine and I roll over so I'm on top. I suck on her breasts now. The Frenchman enters me from behind. I moan and let go her nipples. The native girl again sucks on my breasts and I burst. I scream into Randy's chest. It is an excellent muffler. The orgasm rings through my jerking twat. The pleasure was only momentarily at max density. The ecstasy quickly loses energy. As the rarefaction ascends I pull my face from his chest, rest it on the crook of his neck and take a deep breath. Simultaneously I pull my hand from his crotch, wrap my arms around him and steady my loins.

Randy uncouples from me and lays me down again. He looks around but if anyone is near we cannot see them. Not even hobos are in the park.

Randy starts to unbuckle his pants.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask.

"I want to make love," he replies.

I'm not going to fuck in the park, my love. Besides, do you have a rubber?"

"I don't like condoms."

"Then we don't screw. It may be a bit late to tell you but them's the rules."

"Well, there are other things than screwing."

"Yes, correct. Look, this is fun and you're excellent at it but let's take it slow. This was a perfect ending to a lovely evening. It is time to leave here. Let's save something for the future."

Randy is going to be vexed but he can take it. We gather all that we brought and like a gentleman he escorts me home and leaves me to my sweet dreams.

Randy and I have one or two lunches over the next few months and we even go see "Porky's" in May, but my other associations are taking up all of my off-work time. In fact Randy takes me to Tequila Willy's one night in August where I expect to see Jack. It seems unlikely Randy and I would follow up on that picnic. Then came October.

Every year in the fall, Apple Hill farmers (east of Placerville California) throw a weeks-long harvest festival. During the festival they sell apples and all the apple creations: apple cider, apple honey, apple beer, etc. But the singular stand out is of course the luscious apple pies, the best in the world. So Randy invites me to trek up highway 50 with him for a day of crafts, family events, and apple pie.

I actually cleared this trip beforehand Manavgat Escort with Tom. Randy picks me up early on Sunday in his '82 white Corvette with t-top. It is beautiful. It has bucket seats that have very high sides. You really feel encased. The interior is a silver