1. The True Story of My Second and Third Time


    Date: 10/3/2018, Categories: True Story, Consensual Sex, Older, Author: AZMotherLover, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a true story. Copyright 2014 by the author. Introduction This is the 100% true, (to the best of my recollection) story of the second and third time I had sex. The names have not been changed to protect anybody. The True Story of My Second and Third Time After my unexpected deflowering at the Salt Lake City airport, my life reverted back to its normal, sexless condition. I didn't get the job in Tacoma, so I headed back home to Kansas City and moved in with some high school buddies. We had plenty of good times, parties every weekend filled with booze and weed, but none of the girls that hung around ever showed any interest in me. The next year, I got restless again and really fucked up by joining the Army. What a mistake that was. I'm not really a follower, and that's what they're looking for in the military. I had always been a free spirit, or as my dad said, “Lazy”. To make matters worse, I ended up being stationed in Alaska. Aside from being one of the most expensive places in the USA to live, it's insanely cold most of the year, and when you're not freezing your balls off, you're being eaten alive by swarms of hungry mosquitos. Add to that the fact that I was living on a military base with ten thousand other men, there was no chance I was going to beat those odds and catch one of the few women that were available. I couldn't wait to get out and go back home. After my unremarkable military service, (Please don't thank me for my service. It was in the mid '80s during ...
    the cold war, and it was one giant waste of time) I went back to Kansas City and moved in with a good friend who was going through a divorce at age 21. And I thought my love life sucked. I landed a decent job at a small company that manufactured electronic thing-a-ma-jiggers. I worked in the pencil pushing department, keeping track of engineering drawings and specifications, parts lists and the like. Real exciting stuff, but the pay was decent and I was actually good at what I did and seemed to earn the respect of the engineering staff. I was still single, so my mother decided to try her hand at matchmaking. She set me up with a girl she knew from her job with the government. I went out on a few dates with Myra, and although I liked her and I thought she liked me, it was hard to tell. She was very quiet and reserved, and it's difficult to describe, but the word 'slow' fits her best. Not slow in the sense of being dumb, she was a smart enough woman, but everything she did seemed like slow motion. She spoke slowly, moved slowly, everything was just slow. Myra was fairly tall for a woman, around 5'9” and a little heavy, but not obese. Plump is a good word to describe her. She had a decent face, long brown hair and was about my age. We went out on a few dates, and everything seemed to be going okay. We kissed, but there was no passion, and around our third or fourth date, we ended up at her apartment on her couch. Now remember, if it hadn't been for a fluke occurrence when I was ...
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