These are a series of stories of part of my sexual life. As I am now in my early 50’s, I am assuming that I will not meet and seduce any more virgins. All stories are true and each person was of legal age when our sexual liaison’s occurred. Most men are not lucky enough to meet maybe even one “true” virgin, but for some reason I have met several.
I hope you do enjoy the stories and I welcome any feedback.
RichS52
Kathy M:
In 1972, I was stationed in San Antonio at Lackland AFB and was at the time a student in the Patrol Dog Class. We would work from Monday through Thursday, having Friday’s off. More often then not, my roommate and I would leave early on Friday mornings for the mess hall for breakfast, before heading to the Pearl Brewery in San Antonio, where we would take the tour, then drink free beer in their Jersey Lily Saloon. On one Friday morning, I met Kathy M. at the mess hall.
Kathy was 20, an Airman 2 and was built the way I preferred a woman to be built. She was about 5’0’ tall, light hair and blue eyes. She was a small built girl, with an infectious smile. She had kind of clumsily bumped into me with her tray and as I bent over to help her, I saw her beautiful face. We began to talk a little bit as we picked up her dishes off of the floor. I asked her name and we introduced ourselves. I asked her to join me and my roommate for breakfast. After she had gotten another tray full of food, she joined us at our table.
I learned that Kathy was from Missouri and had been stationed recently at Lackland in a transportation unit. She didn’t have a boyfriend as of yet, so I asked if she had any plans for that day. She didn’t, so I invited her to join us for the day. The three of us enjoyed a good hearty breakfast then left the chow hall for my car. We drove into San Antonio to buy gas at one of the Mexican stations for $ .18.9 per gallon. (Can you remember buying regular gas for 19 cents a gallon?) Anyway, as we drove along Kathy was telling us about where she was from, about her mom and dad and how she was from a farming community. She was an only child and had joined the Air Force so she could get better education and see the world.
When we arrived at the Pearl Brewery, I really paid attention to how Kathy was dressed when she got out of the car. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that were not tight on her body. At first it was hard to even tell how her figure was because her clothes were so loose. It would be awhile before I would discover how nicely she was built. We took the tour of the brewery before winding up in the saloon. Since my roommate, Marty, and I had been on the tour many times before, it was rather boring, but Kathy was thrilled to see inside of a brewery for the first time. We got our first free draft beers and than sat down at a table to enjoy ourselves. During our beer drinking some of the other guys from our class showed up and when they left, Marty left with them.