My freakiness actually started in High School and someday I will revisit that, but my stories right now are going to begin when I was 39 years old. If it matters, I am an average/decent looking Hispanic male with a 7" cuck cock. At the time of this story I was in pretty good shape physically with a smooth fairly well defined chest. My stamina has always been considered above average.
I have emailed this link to Lynn in hopes she will read the story here and comment on it. Maybe post a recent pic of those nice boobs/nipples of hers.
Lynn, Story 1 - Our first night together
On the way home from work, I would often stop for a beer, either at Hooter's or a local strip club. I wasn't into getting lap dances at the strip club but I liked looking at boobs while I drank my beer.
One afternoon I stopped at the strip club and found the talent lacking, but did notice a sexy, stunning red headed waitress. Large breasts, a slender waist, and looking elegantly tall in her black tights and high heels. Not many women could rock in that body suit and tights, but she definitely pulled it off.
I ordered a beer from her and we talked, nothing sexual or anything. She was used to getting hit on by guys every damn day so I figured why should I bother to hit on her. Over the next couple of months I found myself stopping in more and more just to see Lynn. We sort of became friends, but then again they all tell you they are your friend because they are selling the fantasy, right?
So one day I stop in and Lynn wasn't very busy, so we had a couple of beers together. We both got a little buzzed and the liquid courage helped me to tell her I wanted to go out with her sometime. She was pretty clear that dating a guy she met at the bar wouldn't be a very good idea. I respected that, but before parting we did exchange phone numbers. I headed home with a nice buzz thinking about Lynn, and me hugging those huge, soft breasts, those nipples pushing against her lace bra and black body suit. Damn was I horny!
I was home and watching TV, it was around midnight when my cell rang. It was Lynn! She asked me what I was doing and then told me she wanted me to come over to her house. I was hesitant, it was late, I had been drinking earlier, I had to work tomorrow. I was doubtful until Lynn flat out told me to just come over!
So off I went, driving to who knows where with just an address and a fistful of crappy directions (before GPS on cell phones and google maps). I got close but couldn't find it so I call Lynn and she walks me through the directions. She tells me she lives in some townhomes and will be standing out in the parking lot. I drive up and there Lynn is, standing in a robe and it looks like she is still wearing her stockings from the club. After parking, we hugged, and I realized how beautiful this woman is outside the bad lighting in the club. She leads me inside and I notice the stockings are fishnet, not the straight black pantyhose that go with her uniform.