Can too much sex be bad for you? Damned if I know. But I do know one thing. Sex is fun as hell, and I had a great time having many encounters with many different partners. I am now a 70 year old man who is way past his prime, and spends most of his time alone reminiscing on the times of my life that were more, how you say, explorative? But explorative doesn't nearly shed a light on what my life held sexually. Adventurous is a better word. Even in my old age I am able to remember the most passionate, exhilarating and oddly enjoyable sexual experiences of my life time.
Now I know what your thinking, I made have had a lot of fun coming up with many different partners but now I'm alone. Believe me; I wouldn't have it any other way. But this isn't why you're here now is it? You are curious about my sexual experiences. And I am eager to tell my stories.
Let's see, well with my first story I'll start out with telling you about Heather. Now what you need to know about Heather is that when I first met her back in high school she was still wet behind the ears, and not eager to try to explore the cravings of her body if you know what I mean. She was that spiritual virgin type. So in my high school years I tended to stay away from her. But this story takes place the summer after my sophomore year at Princeton University. (Yes I am Ivy League smart, but honestly that doesn't matter).
It was about a month into the summer break when I decided to go to church for some reason. To this day I couldn't tell you why. But what I can tell you is that that is where I ran into Heather. We really didn't hangout much in high school but we were acquainted enough to recognize each other. And honestly, she was looking good, really good.
I greeted her with a normal hello unsure if she would recognize me which she didn't at first. But as soon as I dropped my name all the memories from high school came rushing back into that pretty little noggin of hers. Call me sad for using my high school fame to help me pick up this girl, but I don't care it worked.
Service had just ended and we talked for about an hour. I don't know exactly how long but all I know is that before long most of the people had cleared out, there were just a couple ushers here and there. As we sat in the pew realizing the more secluded environment that we have fell upon, our conversation became more personal. She told me she recently broke up with her boyfriend for six months and came to church for some comfort. As I looked at my damsel in distress I started to take notice of her bodily features in a more erotic manner.
She was wearing a long black dress that stopped at her ankles and by now she has taken off her heels showing off her feet which were so sexy. Her blouse was white with a low cut neck trimmed in ruffles. The amount of cleavage she showed was pleasant but respectable to the setting she was in. Her long straight brunette hair was down and rested smoothly atop her breast. I didn't know how much longer we were going to be able to carry on a conversation in a church so I knew I had to step my game up and start some serious flirtatious actions. And after hearing about her boyfriend I knew it was my chance.
I placed my hand softly on her thigh about 2 inches above her knee and told here that I was sorry to hear about her recent breakup. I guess she immediately realized my intentions because the next thing I know we're in the choir room's bathroom kissing in an animalistic frenzy. Something in the back of my head told me that this was very wrong, but honestly that was the last thing I was trying to think about.
As we kissed I picked her up and placed her atop of the sink. Her legs were far enough apart for me to fit my torso in between her thighs but her dress was still down to her ankles. I wasn't worried about that just yet. I was working on her blouse.
One by one I started to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse exposing more and more of her small yet curvy breast. At this point I was more than excited. My other half had been standing long before we found this little corner of the holy building. Her hair was still flowing down the front of her body blocking my view of her curvy assets so I moved it to the back of her shoulders.
As I brushed her hair back I slid my lips from her lips to the side of her neck, kissing her and smelling her, stimulating her sense of my touch on her skin. She had just finished undoing my belt and moved my zipper down. She fished around a little then found my other half exposing him to the outside world. She started to stroke me as I started to kiss and suck on the exposed parts of her breast not covered by her bra. Then I started kissing her nipples outside of her bra giving her high sexual sensations throughout her whole body.
