I don't like you and I don't like your friends

The year was 1975, I had just graduated from college, and got a job with one of the largest conglomerates in Europe, they stationed me in Newcastle, which I was not happy about. Newcastle is on the far tip of England, it was a coal mining town, "taking coals to Newcastle' in English is a way of saying bring something unneeded to a place. The culture is ultra macho, big on drinking, fighting. I was working in a Chemistry lab about 10 miles from the city, in a place called Felling, it was on the River Tyne, a depressing large industrial complex. The labs were full of very qualified chemists, but I was mostly bored with the lack of challenging work. There was a pretty lab assistant Jenni she was 19 or 20 petit and very cute.
We went out one evening on a date and very quickly she let me know, that she was available to play, we went for drinks then back to my place, a room in an old Victorian House in a place called Jesmond, just on the borders of downtown. It is now very upscale, but back them it had a worn grace, and the landlady was something of dragon. She eyed me the first day, asked for all sorts of references, listed rules, the place was spotless. Jenni and I crept up the stairs and went into my room, I don't remember much about the night, but I do remember the next morning I pulled back the covers and there on the sheets was an enormous blood stain, I touched it, it had gone all the way through the mattress, I grimaced. Jenni was annoyed, 'never been with a girl on her period", yes, I said "but the mattress is ruined".... she gave me a real man wouldn't care look got dressed and left. I drove her home she was angry, she never kissed me goodbye, I was in her mind a southern whimp who freaked at period blood, a Newcastle guy in her mind would have been begging for more. I felt half an inch tall, tried to explain it wasn't the period it was my landlady she was going to have a fit. I got home an hour later, the Landlady was waiting for me, "I don't like you, and I don't like your friends", she snarled "you have to leave by the end of the week, that mattress has to be burned, and you will pay for a new one".
I left but I learned a lesson, never if that happened again would I worry about the mattress, I lost my place to stay, but I also lost respect of a woman I liked and that hurt a lot more..

Night Games

It was 1987, and that summer I was planning a long 3 month vacation in Europe. So I decided to take a night job for a few weeks doing editing for a cable company to earn extra pocket money for my upcoming trip. The staff, I found out was mostly women. Editing requires sitting with a Producer to assemble a segment, and the process is slow, taking many hours and sometimes days. After being there just a week an attractive blond Producer came in to do a few hours of fixes. She came from money somewhere in Kansas. I asked her how she got the job, and she told me honestly she slept with one of the owners of the Channel. She then lay on the couch at the back of the room and sighed heavily. I asked her if she was tired, she said she had spent the weekend in New York, then in a provocative way said, sex slaves are so much fun but very tiring, then started laughing. I asked her what she meant, she laughed, can't tell you. A couple of days later another female producer came in, and instead of sitting behind, sat next to me and began asking personal questions, rubbing up, touching me, her face only inches away when she spoke. Later, we went to have dinner, and on the way she asked to stop at a record store. When we got to the parking lot, she leaned over and started kissing me, my neck and chest. Then undid my pants and gave me a blow job as I fingered her. Later back in the Edit Room I asked her to lean over the the console, lifted her dress, pulled down her tights and panties and fucked her. About a week later a quiet well educated reserved female producer came to edit with me, she was engaged to an attorney who would call her every few hours. The second night we went out for a meal, she started expressing her doubt about getting married, she told me that she had told her fiancee about working with me, and how enjoyable it was. "He gets very possessive" she said, the conversation somehow drifted off to the fact that she was not very sexually experienced, and she was making him wait till they were married and ended up with our lips locked and my fingers deep inside her pussy. She would go no further, she thought it unethical, but for the next 2 days of editing, a steady stream of kisses and touching accompanied our creative endeavor. Not long after a short, energetic New York female producer came to edit. She never stopped talking, which slowed us down, but she was funny and entertaining. We finished early one night and decided to cut the evening short and go for drinks. She selected a place not far from her apartment and then expressed concern about me driving home, over the alcohol limit and invited me to her apartment. Or should I say she lured me to her apartment. She had not had sex for a while, and she wanted her neighbors to know, not only did she moan loudly, but she left the curtains on her wall to floor glass French Windows open, and to make sure the complex knew, she left a light on. At night time from inside this was not evident, but about seven in the morning during some intense oral sex her neighbors walked by to see her sucking and fucking, and she was evidently very proud of this, because the sucking became more frenzied and the fucking harder and noiser everytime someone walked by.
It was coming to end of my temporary night assignment when a very sexy senior producer walked in and asked me if she could treat me to dinner for the good work I had done. Dinner turned into drinks, followed by desert in her apartment consisting of passionate kissing, tearing off of my clothes then her stripping naked and wrestling me. She had a beautiful body, great breasts nice legs, she felt and smelt wonderful, but she was like a woman possessed, she wanted to fuck, and fuck hard. I gave it my best, late night after eating and drinking is not my best time, and wrestling with a gorgeous woman is not my style. But she seemed happy to have me come inside her 3 or 4 times.
The following day was my last day, I came by to say good bye, but the atmosphere had changed.
Soon, one after another female producer came in to express their shock that I had been with other women, that is all but the first producer, who eyed me with humor and admiration. She was a beautiful slut and proud of it, I never touched her, but she appreciated the handiwork of a peer and a colleague, a man who maybe knew more than he would admit about how to handle sex slaves.

When A She's A He

I have always liked androgynous women, I also like a lot of different body types, but a woman in
page boy like haircut, small breasts, nice features and no hips has its own unique appeal. I met one such woman at a party in Hollywood and asked her out. I drove up to pick her up, she wore jeans, a top, casual but approachable. Lunch was fun, we talked about where we had lived, about music and films we liked. I invited her back to my place for coffee, put my arms around her and started kissing. She was a good kisser. My hands drifted under her top to her braless tits, then slide down to her jeans , when she said stop, there is something I must tell you. I was expecting I have herpes, or I am on my period, but it was neither, "I'm not what I appear", she said, "I have a dick", I am a guy. She was expecting shock, but got from me, "I think your cute, doesn't bother me", I led him/her into the bedroom, removed him/hers clothes. He/She had a dick, a very small one not much thicker than my thumb, and 4 -5 inches long and small testicles, a pair of nice breasts, and a very cute ass. I laid him/her down on the bed, fondling him/her's breasts, penis and ass. While I missed the warm wet feeling of a pussy, this him/her exuded an aura of a woman. How she respond to touch, she used her hand and moved her body like a women. From the bedside table I pulled a tube of vaseline and lubricated his/her ass, after giving it a good licking and fingering, and slid inside. It was a steady relaxing rocking motion until I came. We lay in bed kissing, I asked him/her to massage my ass, expertly, he/she lubricated me, put one finger then two, I reached down and felt his/her dicks, and asked to put it inside. It was so small, it hardly felt like anything, but for a while I let him/her screw me. Every time I looked in his/her's face I saw a cute, pretty woman, and made myself believe it was a dildo. I can only take anal penetration for short periods, and the thrill wears off quickly. We lay in bed for a while, he/she thanked me for being kind and considerate.
I told him/her I had learned something today, you have a dick, but you are a woman, you act, move, talk like a woman, so I just spent a great afternoon with a real cutie. She kissed me, then my nipples, then took me in her mouth and gave me a gentle enjoyable blow job, better than most women ever had.

A Mature Woman

My life has taken me many places, and I have met many people, but the assortment of people working in and around the music business are some of the strangest. I had an office in the Museum Of Rock Art in Hollywood, with my partner John, a former Marxist pot smoking hippy. We were termed the odd couple, John the gloomy socialist, Peter the cheerful optimist. The Museum was devoted to Album cover art, so we got lots of famous "Woodstock" photographers like Henry Diltz, album cover designers, writers about Rock Musicians and even famous musicians like those from the Doors and Fleetwood Mac come by. We also got an assortment of shady characters who bought this stuff , wannabees and an older woman, whose name I do not remember come by. She was around 70 years of age very flamboyant, she was once associated with the sex trade, either as a Vegas girl or lived in Paris, I could never make out, because she said such outrageous things one never knew what to think.
I was then as now a hard worker, and sometimes late in the evening, as a young 25 year old I would be preparing for a Video Presentation of some Artist. One evening about 8 pm with everyone gone or going she showed up, mostly to get something to smoke from John, I had a couple of beers and welcomed the distraction. She was funny, and strangely seductive, I showed her the set up for the Video Presentation, with the lights out. She rested her arms on my shoulder. I found myself getting aroused, and surprised that she was over 40 years older than me and it did not bother me. I slid my hand, down her dress and into her panties, she was wet. I always thought older women had a problem with dryness, not her. We stood there saying nothing me fondling her pussy with her eyes closed. We began kissing, she undressed me, took me in her mouth. We lay down on the carper, she sucking me and I licking her. She tasted clean, and as it was dark, she could have been 30 years years younger. I withdrew my cock from her mouth, raised her legs over my shoulders. Been awhile I asked, "too long" she said. I'll be gentle I told her. I slide into her slowly, gentle going in and out, afraid that her bones might be brittle. Whether it was the slowness, or just a pussy that had been in mothballs, it took a long time to come. She savored every moment, saying nothing for once. When I finished I let her lick off the drips, "Love that taste", she said, I looked at her in admiration, a wild crazy lady who could still be sensual, and a good fuck. Nobody would believe her if she told them we had sex, but since then I've never looked at a senior citizen or mature lady the same.

Night Train 1976

There were 4 incentives to going to college when I was a teen. The first was the education was free, the second was you would be away from home, the third was students were not taxed, which meant when you worked you pocketed all the money and lastly there was 3 months of summer vacation. After 6 weeks working, one had enough cash to buy a Eurorail pass and spend the next six weeks traveling around Europe. The target was not to just to see the canals of Venice or the Matterhorn, the real goal was to find Scandanavian pussy. There were 3 things all red blooded males knew about Scandanavian women, they spoke English, liked to drink and loved sex for fun, they had no hang ups. It also helped that they were beautiful.
So on reboarding the Orient Express in Venice, passing through Trieste and into Yugoslavia, imagine my joy at having one sitting next to me. That joy was tempered by the fact our compartment also had smelly old ladies carrying water bottles, shady looking guys who were smuggling something into the former Soviet Bloc country, and there was no air conditioning or any drinks cart. It was nightfall, and the compartment was finally dark, the blond next to me had pulled a blanket over herself, it was time to act. First, a move of the leg to rub against hers, no response, that was good. I slid my hand under the blanket and onto her thigh, no response even better. Gently I stroked the inside of her thigh, her shoulders moved nearer to me, her legs parted, as my hand reached her crotch, this was very promising. A few minutes of gentle rubbing, and I made my hand drifted up to her zipper, quietly slowly, I pulled it down undid the button her jeans. She appeared to be still dozing, my hand slid in to her pants I whispered for her to slide down in the seat and began massaging her pussy. An appreciative hand reached over, pulling some of the blanket, I undid the zipper on my pants. We stroked each other, she trying not come, me wanting to come but wishing she would take my cock in her mouth. She did lean over quickly and lick it, but we then passed through a lit station and she quickly retreated. After an hour or so we stopped, we could go no further. A suggestion of retiring to the bathroom was rejected, the smell was pretty bad. We fell asleep. Sometime the following morning the train arrived in Dubrovnik, we got off, she headed off in one direction and me the other. We never even spoke, we never asked our names. There was still lots of cock and pussy to see and sex encounters that still needed to be explored.

Quickies 1

I've have gained most of my sex experience in one night stands and quickies. The fun was always the chase and conquer, once the thigh gates were spread wide, it was more often the case
to fire, declare victory and then beat an orderly retreat. So, through these encounters I have discovered what I like and what I do not like. In college I discovered that I like wet, moist pussy. Many women are, even when young, dry, the lips of their vaginas feel like a piece of hanging skin. Magazines talk about how to arouse a woman, but my experience is that there are wonderful wet pussys around, that are ready to slide into if you get lucky. I don't remember her name except that she was the room mate of a former dry pussy girlfriend who ended going out with a good looking guy friend of mine. I do remember she enjoyed sex, was attractive and enthusiatic, the sort of enthusiasm a surfer has when he sees good waves, or a tourist seeing a beautiful beach. sex was laughter and fun, I liked that too. I remember removing her panties kissing her and then without even touching her, just sliding into the moist, smooth place, it felt so good I came immediately. I visualized the most extreme fantasies to keep me hard, it worked, twenty minutes later I came again. The sheet below her ass showed a big wet spot, her juices had rolled down my cock, over my balls and into my ass, so my whole groin area was covered in her. I remember going down on her, that slight off scent, that says this pussy has just been fucked, and licked her. She pressed my face against her pelvis so hard, I nearly stopped breathing, but she was on an orgasm high and needed more dick. She sucked me for a while but I knew it would be a while til I go hard again. She settled for that. I wish we did it again, but she was the performance type, who liked to be ridden long and hard, her's was the pleasure of the long and hard big dick fuck with fewer nerve ending, the multiple orgasms piling one on top of another until she has to catch her breath. I did not fit the bill, but I learned that dry pussy was a turn off for me no matter how beautiful she was... wet and willing my first lesson from the University of One Night Stands

Passing Through

There have been many, but only a few are remembered, why those few I can't say, but there are others who are remembered but their names long forgotten. In the bottom of some dusty box there is a letter from her written from Jackson Hole, in the spring of 1978. Her story happened in another State, in another range of mountains, in another year. November 1977 saw me taking a Greyhound Bus to Boulder Colorado. At the time there was a youth hostel there. Hostels are commonplace in Europe but not the USA, so it was a surprise to find one in an out of the way place like Boulder. You were allowed to stay no more than 7 days, which was fine with me, enough to get a few hot showers and a good night rest. The first night was eventful, it was bitterly cold and I was not prepared. A girl from Boston gave me a red brown flannel shirt, and suggested I buy a down jacket. I headed over to a K-Mart on the edge of town and bought a screaming white and red jacket, which I was teased unmercifully about. My second day was even more eventful, I lost my travellers checks, and unfortunately they were not American Express, they were Lloyds Bank of London, and the only place I could replace them was in San Francisco, some 2000 miles away. I asked around the Hostel as to what to do, and one guy told me to come down with him to the Job Bank, a place in Boulder they hire day laborers. For the next couple of days I hammered in fence poles getting paid at the end of the day. My situation brought out the best in people, the Hostel agreed to extend my stay so I could accumulate some cash, it also allowed me to meet her, I will call her Linda, she looked like a Linda, high cheekbones, blue grey eyes, angular, wearing jeans and Timberline boots, as close to a ten as I had seen in the US. She was traveling from Michigan with her boyfriend, a chef. He looked the part, a bit overweight, rotund and dark, she was definitively too hot for him, but I guessed that he was her ticket out of Michigan and to better things. I became one of those better things for a few hours. One night her boyfriend decided to go out with some guys and left her alone. I was looking for somewhere to eat and someone to go with me, and she agreed. We headed into town, had a few drinks then she suggested going for a drive. I had never driven in the US, so she threw me the keys. Cars are bigger here, and after bashing both the car in front and the one behind, we took off in some huge boat down the road intending on going to a small Cowboy town outside Boulder called Netherland. My driving was such that she suggested, that on the way home she would take the wheel. We found a small bar, a real bar with real Cowboys and had a beer or two, then headed back to the car. By this time, we had progressed to French kissing and fondling. As we started to drive back she began to tease me about my driving, but I noticed she held her hands tight on the steering wheel. As we drove I slide down between her legs, she still held onto the steering wheel. "What are you doing", she asked, and quickly found out. I undid her jeans, pulled them and her panties off. "Your crazy", she shouted, as the sound of a horn blared from a car going the other way. I barely heard it, my head was between her thighs and my tongue in her pussy. Some women have a wonderful taste, and she was one, it was a sort of slippery, sweet texture and it gushed out, a sweet taste that I can never get enough of, which meant I was down there a while until she pulled over and let me lick her to orgasm. We fucked in the front seat then as the windows were completely steamed up went outside and fucked again on the car. It is always gratifying to have a woman come when you make love, I felt that after months of forcing herself to fuck the fat chef, she was having a fuck with a guy she thought hot, someone who turned her on and who maybe nuts as well, in a fun way. I could have fucked her all night she was so hot, but she suggested returning to Hostel.
The chef was there, she told him we had gone to Netherland, to show me some real cowboys, I had become the mascot for the Hostel who needed to be taken care of, clothes, jobs, a place to stay, help for the good humored basket case Brit. I stayed back, leaning against a wall, in case he smelt her wonderful pussy smell, that was still in my nose and covering my face. He said you should come to Jackson Hole with us, you could find job there with your British accent. Then the rest of the assembled crowd, said, better still Aspen, they will love him in Aspen. "Where's Aspen" I asked. Feeling the need to help this lost soul they told me in the Rockies and added there is a bus that goes there. Linda thought it was a good idea, if I wasn't going to Jackson Hole I would go to Aspen she said, look here is our address, write lets us know how it is going and we may stop by. What she was really saying was, "I will come and see you, when I dump this guy". Guess its a done deal I said.
She did dump her boyfriend in Jackson Hole, went to live with a girl she met, wrote to me to tell me how much she loved the Tetons, and wanted to take a trip to Aspen in the summer, by that time I had gone, but her scent and her memory has lingered down through the years.