The names in this story are changed. I believe this story to be fairly accurate. Who knows if the story gets better with age, or did I forget the good parts? I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
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I had been traveling for some time. Working for several weeks a various plants around the country. I work as a professional in the environmental field. After spending several years on submarines, and still a southerner, it was only natural me to enjoy time in smoky old bars, listening to country music, and drinking. For many years, my drink of choice was beer, but that became a problem. Coca Cola was now my current vice.
In my travels, there have been some really exciting times, at the most unlikely places. However, it seems that the ladies could always tell when there was a horny male was on the hunt. But once I would let my guard down, and just try to have fun, opportunity would pop out in front of me.
I was standing at the bar, watching the dance floor. Never did feel comfortable dancing, so the slow dances were my first choice. I noticed the two ladies next to me seemed to enjoy slow dances as well. It seems they both worked at a local mall store for plus size ladies.
I asked the lady closest to me to dance to a really nice blues number, and off we went. Her name was Marie. We could hold each other, move to the music, and enjoy the night. After a few songs together, I was feeling particularly horny, and told Marie that I sure would like to spend the rest of my night with her. We both knew that closing time was getting near.
Marie suggested that if that was what I wanted, I should ask her friend Greta to dance. She loved sex, and would probably jump at the chance. As Greta and I had only said hello after an introduction, I decided that just dancing with Marie would be just fine. After years on submarines, anyone would become familiar with masturbation and know that self-pleasure was natural, fun, and safer than catching something.
After a few more songs, Marie asked why I had not approached Greta. There is no way that I would want to spend the night with a lady that would go to bed with anyone. So Marie and I danced the two more songs, till last call, the lights went up, and we had to leave.
As a nice guy, it was only right to escort Marie to her car. There, I tried once more. How about we go have some bacon, eggs, and coffee before we part. She agreed, slowly. We did go in my car, to an all night diner. We talked about our past, and our likes and dislikes. You already know my past. Marie had been divorced for four years, and had not slept with her ex- for two years before their divorce. She had three grown children, compared to my one.