This is true. Happened in March of 1968. She was 26, divorced; I was 30, engaged. I remember it clear as a bell.
Her first name was Frosty (honest) and I'm not telling you her last name because it's famous. Well, maybe not famous, but very well known. She was very rich and kind of hot and we worked together in NY. She didn't need the job but it was what trust fund babies did in the Day.
We weren't particularly close, but she picked me for the honor, which it was, sort of. I was reasonably fit, moderately good looking, had a pleasing personality but best of all (for her) I was engaged to another woman we both worked with, so I had a lot to lose if I didn't keep my mouth shut.
She was very aware that she was widely regarded as a hot piece of ass. That, along with the fact that it was the 60's and there was still enough propriety left in "her crowd" that indulging her sexuality as a young divorced woman was social suicide. Her marriage had sucked, she told me, and she had invited me to lunch that day because, even though Jess and I were only months away from our wedding, she -- Frosty -- had "a vibe."
All of this came over coffee, of course. You never discuss the real reason for a business lunch until it's almost over. The reason was this: she wanted to be Friends with Benefits before there ever was such a thing. Feminism, sport fucking and the full impact of the pill were still several years away. Frosty was Social with a capital S, but she was also a formerly married woman (a virgin at her wedding at 22!) and, as she put it so succinctly, "I love it, and I've gotta have it."
"I kind of get the feeling you wouldn't mind," she said as I sat across from her. I wouldn't have. I, too, regarded her as a hot piece of ass. My commitment to Jess notwithstanding, I was a member in good standing of the Frosty X fan club. A blonde in her twenties, perennially tan as the rich usually are, not beautiful but fresh-faced and fashionable, she was a sexy, full-bodied athletic type.
And she really did say that to me across the table: "Jon, I was a married woman, and I've got to have it! I'd like it if you and I could ... well, get together every now and then. Jess will never know. Honest."
Now, of course, I'm in a pickle. I love Jess, but what an offer! Then again, it's only sex. Then again, it's sex with someone who's not your fiancΓ©e. Yeah, but it's hot sex with a hot piece of ass. No strings. How cool!
No. Maybe Jess put Frosty up to this to test my loyalty. My bizarre imagination had the love of my life jumping out of Frosty's closet yelling "Gotcha!!"
All of this went through my head in about 3 or 4 seconds. And then I looked directly into Frosty's All-American blue eyes. There was a challenge there. In a situation like this, with a girl like her you can't say, I don't know. That's a soft-dick answer. She's asking a hard-dick question.
So I said yes.
You want to give me an argument about it 45 years after the fact? Be my guest. Or you could just enjoy my adventure.
She was in some hurry. She asked if I could meet her for a quickie at 5 o'clock. She could take the afternoon off; could I leave a little early?
At about quarter past five I walked through the door of her west side apartment. She led me into the bedroom. It was dark out by 5, so the lamps were on and the bed was mussed; there were a few toys scattered on it. "I spent a lot of this afternoon thinking about this," she said. "You've already made me cum twice."
She shrugged off the white terry robe she was wearing, revealing a very naked, very firm, inviting body. She was exactly what I had expected and hoped for: full, upturned breasts that looked invitingly heavy, with large pink areolas and nipples already stiff and dark; a narrowing ribcage and trim waist flaring out to ample hips; strong, long legs with well-defined muscles in her calves and thighs.
She stepped to me and put her arms around my neck and shoulders, pulling her to me. "Let's go for number three," she murmured.
She pushed at my jacket and of course I gave her some significant help, my cock hardening as I whipped my clothes off.