This is the first in a series of true stories about my first bisexual experience. It starts a little slow as I wanted to provide the context. But the next stories in the series will get to the action much quicker. I hope you enjoy!
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I graduated from an Ivy League school in the summer of 2006. Contrary to popular opinion, not everyone at Ivy League schools is rich. My school guaranteed to provide enough financial aid to meet everyone's needs, so my school was actually literally affordable to EVERYONE, no matter how rich or poor. The result was that while there were definitely a number of very rich kids, there were way more kids who came from middle class or even poor backgrounds.
The result was that after graduation, everyone typically did one of three things: those who were rich went backpacking across Europe, those who were middle class went on road trips across the US, and those who were poor went straight to work.
I was in the middle. Through a combination of financial aid and support from my parents, I graduated with no debt. But I was also responsible for all of my personal expenses since starting high school so any traveling would be up to me to fund. Fortunately, I got a great consulting job that provided me with a $5,000 signing bonus that I decided to invest in a once-in-a-lifetime post-college adventure.
I didn't want to follow the crowd and wanted a real adventure, so I decided to travel over land across Africa, taking the common travelers route from Kenya down to Cape Town, South Africa over 8 weeks. I couldn't find anyone willing to join me, so I decided to travel alone.
The trip was fantastic. I met fellow travelers all along the way - some solo travelers and some groups. It was in Zanzibar - a beautiful island off the coast of Tanzania - that my life changed.
I took the ferry over to Zanzibar, where I joined an organized tour that would spend half the day touring a spice plantation and half the day snorkeling. There were about a dozen people on the tour with me, including a couple Australia (Aussie's LOVE to travel and I met them all across Africa).
Jon and Sandy were in their mid-50s. They had both aged well. They were clearly older in a way that was very attractive, but they retained a youthful spirit. Jon had short cut salt and pepper hair and Sandy had shoulder-length blonde hair. Both were fit, with Jon being about 6' 180 lbs and Sandy being a very petite 5'2" and maybe 115 lbs. They both had nicely toned arms and legs that showed they led an active lifestyle and Sandy had an incredible set of tits that made it hard to talk to her without feeling like I was staring - especially since her nipples seemed to be permanently making themselves known through her tight-fitting white tank top with a black bra underneath.
Oh, and as for me, I am a lead 6'2" tall and 170 lbs. I have brown hair and brown eyes and have dated some very attractive women, so I imagine I am not too bad myself, though I am also not the first guy girls will notice in a crowded room.
Without getting bogged down in the details, I got to know Jon and Sandy throughout the course of the day. Things just seemed to click with them. At the end of the day, they invited me to dinner, which I gladly accepted.
After a nice seafood dinner we walked along the road to an area that had a few bars located right on the beach. We found a few benches next to a fire pit on the beach that was near enough the rest of the crowd to feel the energy of the place, but far enough to have a private conversation without shouting to each other. It was a pretty amazing location.
Jon and Sandy sat on the bench seat across from me and I went to get drinks, bringing back a beer and a shot for each of us.
After we finished our beer, Jon and Sandy offered to get the next round. I could see Sandy looking back at me and giggling as Jon whispered in her ear. I couldn't help but find her sexy and I loved staring at her toned legs, tight ass, and firm, C-cup tits.
They returned with tequila shots, complete with limes and salt. I took my tequila shot and offered a "cheers." Sandy respond, "Joe, that's not how you take a tequila shot. Jon, show Joe how to take a tequila shot."