You Want Me to Do What to You?

You want me to do what to you? Most sexual hookups are a result of the man chasing after the woman. But sometimes the reverse is true. It’s not only quite a surprise when it happens but also very flattering. I don’t want to come off as boastful, but I’ve been extremely lucky in this respect and I would like to relate a few times this has happened to me over the years. I would describe myself as fairly average. I’m 5’ 8” and about 160 pounds. Not physically imposing. I’m reasonably good looking but certainly nobody’s idea of a sex symbol. So why these women picked me out is a mystery. I suspect I was just in the right place at the right time. One of the first hookups took place when I was 32 and she was 22. She was a spokesmodel for a product line and was quite well known on a national level. She had tens of thousands of male fans who lusted after her luscious body and beautiful face. We were both attending an event where one of the newspaper reporters working the event organized a dinner party in a private room at a local restaurant. The attendees at the party all had some working relationship with the event. There were about 20 of us arranged around a large table. I happened to be sitting next to the spokesmodel. We had never met before, but we hit it off right away. After dinner and a few drinks, she handed a note to a magazine journalist sitting across from us. He was a guy I knew quite well. He read the note and laughingly made some comment that it was about me and handed it back to her. She wouldn’t tell me what the note said, and neither would he. I playfully tried to get the note away from her. Possibly because of too many drinks we both tumbled out of our chairs and I landed on my back on the floor with her on top of me. She bent down and planted a nice juicy tongue kiss on me. We laid on the floor for a good five minutes swapping spit to everyone’s jokes and catcalls. Eventually we got back in our chairs. I did find out what the note said, which was along the lines of “this guy next to me is hot.” After the party was over, she invited me to follow her to her motel room, which I did. There we proceeded to have some wild uninhibited sex. She even gave me some very explicit instructions on how to eat her pussy. Despite me being ten years older, she taught me quite a bit. I saw her for about six months but because her job required her to travel constantly and her home base was a couple of thousand miles from mine, I only saw her once or twice a month. Then I met the gal who I totally fell in love with and who became my second wife and that was the end of the fling with the spokesmodel. She went on to become an even bigger celebrity. Coincidentally I just got a Facebook friend request from a guy who married her several years after I hooked up with her but after a few years they got divorced. I don’t recall ever having actually met him in person so I am very intrigued as to why I would get a friend request from him all these many years later. The mysteries of Facebook. Another time I was a member of a homeowner’s association. We met once a month at a different member’s house each time. There were four men and one very attractive woman. After the meeting was over it was customary to hang out and socialize with a few drinks. I was sitting on a sofa watching a Dodger playoff game when the woman sat beside me. This was my first association meeting and also the first time I had ever met her. She started talking to me and the conversation led to how her husband, who was the lead in a popular musical group, was gone for six months out of the year on tour and how lonely she was. I was not paying total attention to her because I was fixated on the game. After maybe 20 minutes of mostly one-sided conversation, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go someplace and fuck.” As you can imagine, this shocked the hell out of me, but I wasn’t about to turn it down. She told me after the meeting was over to follow her to her house but to park out on the street and wait for her mother-in-law to leave who had been babysitting the woman’s two kids. It took quite a while for her to leave but eventually she did. I went into the house and immediately led the woman into the bedroom, and we got undressed. I mistakenly assumed that she was a player because of the bold invite to fuck her but it turned out that I was the first guy other than her husband to ever have sex with her. She was a virgin when she married him which was proven when her husband’s mother and the mother’s sister had subjected her to a physical examination to prove she hadn’t lost her cherry before they would allow her to marry the guy. It was an old-world Italian family and the guy did not believe in oral sex, so nobody had ever gone down on her and she had never had a cock in her mouth. I quickly initiated her into those two practices to her total shock but ultimate enjoyment. I quickly realized that she had only been fucked in the missionary position because she really wasn’t ready for some of the positions I put her in.  We only got together a couple of times because it was just too close to home. I was happily married but didn’t mind a stray fuck here and there. Shortly after this she left her husband. She confessed to me that it was because I had opened her eyes to all kinds of delights that had been withheld from her in her very restrictive marriage. At one point in my life I was working in a large manufacturing company in the engineering department. The group manager had an extremely cute little gal as his secretary/admin assistant. I tried mildly flirting with her, but she wasn’t having it. But one day she asked if I could drop her off at her home because her regular ride had left work early for some reason. So I did. Because she had always been quite standoffish to me in the office, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. Her husband was a fireman and worked some crazy schedule with three days at the fire station and then three days off. He did not come home on the three days at the station. When we got to her house, she invited me in. Even at that point I didn’t suspect any funny business. When we got inside, she asked me if I wanted a drink of soda and I said sure. I was leaning against a kitchen counter when she came over to get a glass out of the cabinet behind my head. She proceeded to press her cute little body tight against me while reaching over my shoulder for a glass. Then she kissed me very passionately. By then I got the message and we quickly retired to the bedroom where I proceeded to fuck her brains out. We had a super-hot and heavy relationship where I would come by her place on the days her husband was at the firehouse. It almost got out of hand because on some days when I couldn’t go to her house because her husband was home, we would go to lunch together and end up fucking in the car on some secluded side street but still more or less in public. The craziest thing was that she would come by my desk at the office and jerk my dick under my desk. My desk was positioned behind some file cabinets and nobody could see what she was doing. It was only just a few quick strokes. No cumming because I could not just ejaculate onto floor. We finally gave up the relationship because she said that the sex we had was so superior to what she had with her husband that she was afraid it was going to negatively affect her marriage. I don't think that was because I was some sexual superman. But she had been married for a few years and the run-of-the-mill sex she had with her husband could not compete with the crazy affair we were having. I got transferred to another job shortly after that so it would have ended anyway. At another engineering job that I had, the receptionist for the operation was one of those women who just oozes sexuality. I was there as a temporary employee. I tried flirting with her but she cut my legs right out from under me rather rudely. Pointing out somewhat nastily that she was engaged to be married. I didn’t really hit on her in the classical sense. Just some innocent flirting. So I ignored her after that. After about the second week I was there I was telling some of the other workers during break period about a hot rod I was working on. The gal overheard part of the conversation and volunteered that she thought what I was doing was a huge waste of money. Which pissed me off. I had grown not to like her much because she had somewhat of a superior snotty attitude. In the conversation, of which I now know she overheard, I described how I, along with some friends, were renting a building for next to nothing because it was due to be torn down for a city redevelopment project and that it was located directly across the street from a dock where a popular cruise ship departed every evening at 8 pm for a cruise to a local amusement park. I must have mentioned that I was usually there every evening working on my race car. Imagine my surprise when the snot showed up one evening in super short shorts and a halter top showing off a body that I had never fully appreciated at the office. I was working there by myself. I offered her a beer and asked her what she was doing there. She claimed to have been in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. Then she asked if there was somewhere we could go that was more private. I got the clue right away that this hottie wanted to get fucked. I called a single buddy of mine and explained the situation and asked if he could go to the movies or something and let me use his apartment for a couple of hours. I don’t think he was too keen about it, but he did agree. We then went to his apartment for some mind-blowing sex. We got together numerous times after that. Sometimes I rented a motel room and once or twice we used my buddy’s place, but he got tired of that. The girl eventually told me the story. She was holding out any sex with her fiancée until after they were married. But she really wanted to get fucked. She knew I was married and only a temporary employee, so figured I would be a safe partner for some secret fucking. She always insisted that I buy a six pack before any of our get-togethers and she had to drink a couple of beers before we fucked. I assume this helped her tell herself that she wasn’t in full control of what she was doing and lessened the guilt somehow. Unfortunately, I think she fell in love with me because she started to get really possessive and constantly wanting to see me. I was married, of course, and she even called me at home a couple of times. Thankfully I answered those calls. That marriage was in its final stages at the time anyway. The temporary job ended, and I moved on to another location, so I was no longer seeing her in the office every day and I was able to finally sever the relationship. However, she did call me again and told me that she had taken a job as an airline stewardess and was flying out the next week for several months of training and wanted to see me one last time. I reluctantly agreed and we did hook up for a wild frenzy of sex where she confessed that the stewardess story was bullshit. She made it up because she wanted one last farewell fuck. And that was the last time we got together. She was fun while it lasted because each time we got together it got wilder and wilder to where ultimately there was nothing she wouldn’t do. I used to be involved in a weekly event that was held every Saturday night. Because this event was held 90 miles from my house, I only attended it maybe once a month. I had two partners who basically put it on. We had a number of mainly younger people who worked the event for us. On one of the nights that I was there, one of the women who worked the event with her husband asked me if I could give her a lift home after the event was over. Her husband was sick and hadn’t worked that night. I said sure. Now I thought this girl was very appealing. She was probably 22 or 23 years old. But nothing had ever happened between us. Certainly no flirting and very little actual conversation. I had seen her around on my occasional visits. By the time everything was wrapped up, it was about 1 am. She got in my car and I started driving her home. The road away from the venue was through several large cornfields on a little traveled road. We hadn’t driven more than a mile when she asked me to pull over because she wanted me to fuck her. Believe me this really shocked the hell out of me but not wanting to disappoint the lass, I started looking for a place to stop. I finally found a somewhat hidden area that appeared to be a long dirt driveway to some farmer’s house. We shucked off most of our clothes and proceeded to have a very exciting furtive round of sex. I only hooked up with her one other time. I had to stay overnight in that town rather than driving home after the event as I usually did. She somehow found out where I was staying and called me the next afternoon before I checked out. I had just spent several hours of mind-blowing sex with another gal I had met and was right on the verge of checking out and driving the 90 miles to my house when the first gal called and said she had gotten out of the house for a couple of hours and wanted to stop by. I was so fucked out from the other gal, a really cute 18-year old, that I tried to put off the other one. I had zero interest in any more sex at that moment. But she insisted on coming by, so I relented. But once she started jerking on my dick, I felt rejuvenated enough to give her what she was looking for. Up to this point I had never had sex with two different women on the same day. That was the last time I ever got together with her. I parted ways with my other two partners and never was in that town again. The strangest one was an attractive woman who was married to a casual friend of mine. They, along with several other couples, including me and my wife, hooked up at a local chop house after every Redskin game for dinner and drinks and lots of football conversation. Shortly after the final game of the season, my wife flew to England to visit her parents. I was unable to make the trip due to the press of business. One Saturday afternoon my doorbell rang and it was the wife from the Redskin group. I was very surprised to see her because I wasn’t even aware that she knew where I lived. She did know my wife was out of town because she commented on it and said that she had stopped by in case I was in need of some company. I realized right away that this was an outright invitation for some sex and so I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing her passionately which of course led to what she had come there for. A stiff cock up her cunt. Prior to her showing up at my door nothing had ever transpired between us in the few times I had seen her that would even remotely hint that she had any interest in me. I couldn’t even remember hardly ever talking to her. My conversation was almost all with her husband and other members of the group. One time, years ago I was invited to a huge party held out near Borrego Springs in the middle of the desert. It was a weekend thing, and everybody was encouraged to bring their off-road vehicle. I didn’t have one, but the host of the party loaned me an early Ford Bronco set up for off-roading. I rented a motor home and drove out to the desert. My wife had other commitments and couldn’t go. We all had a ball racing around the sand dunes during the day. That evening they had a huge bonfire going and about 30 or 40 of us ringed the fire. Bottles of tequila along with salt and limes were passed around. A very cute girl came up to me and offered me one of the bottles. She handed me a lime to bite and had some salt on the back of her hand for me to lick. The bottle was passed on but she stuck around to hang out with me. It was a bit chilly out so she was bundled up so much that I couldn’t really tell what her body was like. In the course of our conversation she asked me where I was staying that night and I pointed out the motor home that was parked about 100 yards from the fire. She asked if she could see the inside of it. I said sure and then asked her if she was with anybody. She said she was with a guy, but her boyfriend had too much to drink and was passed out. We walked over to my rented motorhome and we no more than got inside than she was all over me. That didn’t surprise me too much because I kind of saw it coming. But what did surprise me is once she got naked, she had a fabulous body. Literally one of the best bodies on a woman I can ever remember seeing. A terrific pair of upstanding breasts, a nipped in waist, and flaring hips with beautiful legs. We had some really outstanding sex. I got her phone number and a few weeks later I made a date to take her to dinner. She lived hours away from me, but I had to attend a trade show near where she lived so I was there in a hotel for a few days. She ended up staying in the hotel with me for a couple of nights but that was the last I ever saw of her because she lived just too far away. I could not come up with any logical excuse to my wife to be gone as long as it would take to hook up with her. It was a good four-hour round trip. And that was just the driving part. Now my readers may doubt that some, or even all of this is true, especially since every woman in my story is attractive. Well, I don’t have sex with unattractive women. I can honestly say that I never have and never will. I’ve been hit on a few times by not so good-looking women and always managed to say thanks but no thanks. It always surprises me every time a woman comes on to me. I’m an old school guy and as I was growing up women just weren’t expected to do that. But it’s obvious that women can be just as horny as guys. In today’s society I assume there are many more aggressive women who are not afraid to come on to guys. I’m a bit too old to be the target for any of today’s aggressive women. I’ve been in a committed relationship for the last 14 years with no interest in cheating on my partner and for the 3-1/2 years prior to that I was married to the one true love of my life and never cheated on her either. I have been true blue for the past 17-1/2 years. Admittedly, I was a pretty bad boy in most of the years prior to that. But I did have a lot of fun for sure and don’t really regret any of it. ###############