Over the course of my single life I have had sex with a good number of women, now that I am settled down I feel like reflecting back on some of the "flings" that I've had. When I start thinking of the various encounters, the number of women that I've fucked seems high, but then it's been over quite a few years.
From my past I can say that, presented with an opportunity to shaft a woman, rarely did I let such a chance pass.... Typical male thinking, I know!
Most of the time I avoided attached or married women, often where I've made love to such a woman it's been because she didn't tell me she was attached...mind you I suppose you could say that I didn't always ask! I went thru various 'stages' I guess, at first I just wanted to learn how to please a woman, then it became more a challenge to see whether I could get a particular woman into bed, for a short while it was about fucking as many women as I could get my hands on, finally arriving at a place where I felt emotionally drained and wanting intimacy over the act of driving my cock into a hot pussy.
Being a straight talker has been both a help and a hindrance in getting into bed with a woman. My high school days were pretty tame, a bit of necking here, a bit of fondling there.
I got frustrated with the inhibitions of girls my age, this probably led to being interested in older women. So even though I got my share of kissing and fondling it took me a while longer to get to the pleasure of a wet pussy wrapped around my cock.
Getting to university was like being the proverbial kid in a lolly store, girls aged from 18 to about 25 plus some rather spunky lecturers....the kind of woman who wears glasses and has her hair up in a bun, looking 10 years older than she really is, until you meet her half drunk at a party...then she'll be bumping and grinding into you on the dance floor looking for some stiff cock to satisfy her.
Anyway, during the first few months at uni I kept my head down and studied hard, getting a feel for the workload and finding my way around the sizeable campus. Once I got settled I joined the uni motorbike club and joined their social scene.
It was on one of the monthly bike club outings that I first met Sally, her main claim to fame being that she rode what was at that time the most powerful bike you could buy, no mean feat as she was only 5'4" tall and weighed less than 50 kgs dripping wet, the type of girl we knew as a 'shower wall chick'...you know, as in you lift her up onto your cock in the shower and just push her into the wall of the shower and bang her silly.