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After returning to my RV and cleaning myself and the bedroom, I was just getting a glass of water when there was another knock at the door. Way too late for anyone to be socializing, I figured it must be Irene who might have forgotten something in the RV. Opening the door, though, I found Christa instead. “I saw the lights on and thought I’d take the chance that you were still up,” she said. “Irene just came back from the showers or someplace and woke me up, and I wasn’t able to get back to sleep thinking over our talk earlier.” “Come on in, then,” I told her while opening the door further. “Is this something I’ll need the rum for?” I asked, getting a giggle in return. I reminded myself that this girl is only just 21, less than half my age. I made drinks, though weaker than those we had earlier that evening, and we settled onto the sofa together before I asked her what she’d like to talk about. “You’re gay, but you still have sex with women, right?” she asked. “Well, technically, I suppose I’m bisexual, though I don’t refer myself as such. But other than my husband and the occasional young guy who comes my way, I mostly have sex with only ONE woman,” I told her. Notice the modifier “mostly” carefully placed there after recent events! “I’m getting up there in years and don’t feel the need to chase after sex as I once did, and particularly don’t care for all the work it takes to find a woman and get her into my bed.” Mind you, I had to look away from her eyes and scratch the dog’s head a bit during that comment, seeing as I’d just had incredible sex with her best friend. I’m not sure if I blushed, given all the rum I’d had that night already, but the visuals in my head rushed a bit of blood to another area. “But you still enjoy sex with her, right?” she asked, taking a gulp of her drink. “Certainly, and she appears to enjoy it with me, but we have a history with each other going back quite a long ways and know what each other likes. There’s also a strong emotional bond between us, kind of like with best friends.” After another sip of her drink and looking everywhere but at me, she asked in a quiet voice, “Would you have sex with me?” Okay, I hadn’t seen that coming. I thought she was just being inquisitive about some of the things we’d talked about earlier and perhaps had some embarrassing questions, but this reeled me back into the sofa a bit. “Um, I’m not really sure where that’s coming from,” alsancak escort I replied, rather weakly avoiding the question. “You undoubtedly have better opportunities with younger men, right?” “No, not at all!” she shot back. “I’ve had a few guys try, but after some awful groping and pushing, I back out and run away! I get too nervous with the men I might have a chance at something long-term with, and have no trust at all for the ones I don’t see any future with.” “But surely you’ve gone all the way with a man, right?” I asked, starting to form a question in my head I hadn’t asked a woman in decades. “You kept up with our stories quite well earlier.” Now definitely blushing, she looked at her feet and said “The Internet is a great research tool, but not terribly satisfying in the end.” “You’re still a virgin?” I asked slowly. “No, no… not a virgin, I just haven’t gone all the way with a man,” she replied. I sat back and sipped my own drink, trying to figure that out while watching her. She’s a sexy girl, a bit tall for my taste, but nicely curvy without being heavy. She’d shown me pretty much everything earlier in the evening with Irene there, as we checked out the extensive tattoo that began at her shoulder before curving down over one breast, her side, and her hip, before moving down along one thigh. “I took care of the virginity thing myself, years ago,” she finally continued. “But I’ve never had a man get anything but a finger or two inside me.” She slowly looked up at me, took another drink, and went on to tell me how much she desperately wanted to have her first real time with a man, but couldn’t get over her revulsion or nervousness with the guys she’d been with. I sat there, sipping my drink, as Christa told me stories of boys in high school assuming they’d get what they wanted by just jamming their hands down into her pants, then young men squeezing her tits roughly while grinding their hardons against her, all before even getting undressed. She had definitely had some poor experiences with the opposite sex, and I jokingly suggested she might be better off with women instead. “Tried that, too, but still chickened out,” she said. “Had a girl come on to me at a party once and we went home together, but she was as bad as the men, all pushy and grabby.” By this time, I figured she was about to start crying, the result of too much rum and the embarrassment alsancak escort bayan of telling her story. I set our drinks down on the table, swung her sideways on the sofa, and leaned her back onto my chest before wrapping my arms around her and just giving her a big hug. Sure enough, out came one large sob, followed by heaving breaths and tears as she let go of the emotional baggage she had been collecting for years. I held her close and whispered softly into her ear to let it go. Once the wailing had stopped, I loosened up a bit and freed up one hand to stroke her hair. Nothing needed to be said as she twisted toward the back of the sofa and laid the side of her head on my chest, wiping her eyes and still sniffling just a bit. Reaching back over my shoulder, I pulled some tissues from the box and handed them to her to clean up the tears. She dried up a bit and held the wadded tissues in her hand over her chest. I reached around with my right hand to take them from her when she grabbed my hand in hers, and placed my palm directly onto her breast. She wouldn’t look at me, but held her breath to see what I’d do next. So there I was with a warm puddle of a woman quietly sobbing in my lap, frustrated and horny beyond all description, and needing a gay man to help her experience her sexuality. I began running my fingertips over the tip of her breast, circling around the nipple slowly, around and around, watching it slowly enlarge through her t-shirt as her emotions caught up to the feelings. My other hand was caught between her torso and the back of the sofa, but I managed to free it up enough to reach under her shirt and caress her belly and lower rib cage softly. Christa sighed softly with her eyes closed and stretched out her legs slowly, her whole body relaxing just a bit. I looked down at this poor girl of an age when she could have been my own daughter, then leaned in to place a light kiss upon her forehead. She opened her eyes, looked up at me, and whispered “Please, teach me.” Closing her eyes again, she stretched her neck up slightly towards my face, and I leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. She quickly pressed her lips against mine with more force, eventually reaching up around my own neck with both arms to pull me in tighter. There’s obviously a whole lot of repressed passion in this woman! While engaged in a session of necking Escort alsancak worthy of two teenagers, Christa twisted further around and presented me with both heaving breasts, which I began teasing with little pulls and gentle circling motions. It wasn’t long before we were both out of breath and definitely getting warmer in all senses of the word. At the point where we became unstable in our position on the small sofa and about to roll onto the floor, I helped her to stand and began lifting her shirt up and over her head. She stood there in a dainty, racy little bra, her breasts covered with a light sheen of sweat as she rapidly gulped shallow breaths, her nervousness coming to the fore again. Coming in close to kiss her on the lips again, I grazed along her cheek and down her neck to the soft skin along the tops of her breasts, licking and kissing their surfaces while running my hands over her back and along her sides. I could feel her body reacting as she was tickled in some places or teased in others. Bringing my hands to the center of her back, I used a skill I hadn’t needed in decades, quickly twisting the hooks on her bra strap to unhitch and then remove the bra, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. Looking directly into her eyes from just a short distance away, I let my hands wander up and down along her sides, moving inward along the sides of her breasts to eventually cup them and tease the nipples. She gasped and held her breath, her eyes closing and her head tilting backward slightly as she pushed them further into my grasp. I stepped back and gazed upon her young body, still firm and delicate, with that wonderful tattoo coloring one breast and that side of her body. Leaning in, I tasted her sweat with the tip of my tongue, then closed my lips over her nipple and began licking it in little circles. She stood there, eyes closed and arms by her side, now completely trusting me to do with her as I wished. I spent a long time tasting, licking, nibbling, and sucking on her body, moving around and around her as I did so. She stayed in position, making little moans of pleasure and occasional gasps when the feelings got too intense. Eventually, having gone around to her back and placing little licks and kisses along her spine, I began moving further downward. I kneeled down behind her and gently placed my hands on the waistband of her shorts and panties on either hip. “Oh!” she slipped out, quickly placing her hands over mine. I continued to trace my tongue along the skin at the top of her shorts, moving from one hip to the other, as I waiting for her to signal her acceptance. “Yesssssss,” she hissed out in a whisper, slowing relaxing her hands and dropping them once again to her sides.

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