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Fun, Football and Freedom (part 1)
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Fun, Football and Freedom (part 1) Several months ago, during the 2015/2016 NFL football season, one of my local dating (sex) internet ads caught the attention of Renee who is also a local sports (football) writer. Renee sent me a picture (PG rated) along with a nice response that made me smile and dream of a possible working vanilla relationship, with some great sex and fun. Over the next few days we emailed and texted, then finally decided to meet out on the beach path for a bike ride the following Sunday afternoon. At the last minute due to an emergency, my little sister left her youngest , 12 years old at the time, with me at the USC game to look after for the night. ASAP, an email was made to let Renee know that our meeting on the strand needed to be rescheduled due to this last minute change in my availability and liquid schedule. When Renee answered, she was furious and suggested that a real man would have still followed through with the meeting. She also made the statement, she felt that my personality was not aggressive enough for her and that we should forget about meeting, ever. While her position was straight to the point, it seemed a little misguided, but Ces't La Vie! Move on and don't cry over missed milk.... About a month later, maybe six weeks tops her profile was sent to me as a possible match. Truly the universe wanted me to know she was still seeking something. When viewing her profile, a couple of the pictures were a bit more suggestive (lingerie) and also one with her lying in bed with a corset / bustier pushing up her voluptuous breasts. Yes, the thought of me thinking of her being vanilla due to the earlier pictures and connection made me smile and ask myself what other things might have been missed by me. Of course almost immediately my fingers typed off a dating site email which basically asked if she remembered me and if she would be up for a bike ride in the next day or two. She responded very positively and we arranged to meet on the bike path finally after a couple of emails. On the bike path here in Venice/Santa Monica, on a summerish weekend, it is usually overcrowded with tourists from other countries, but mostly from the inland empire, San Fernando err San Pornanado valley and other places around the Los Angeles basin. We rode maybe 5-8 miles and decided to pull over for a light drink and talk on one of the local benches while watching the circus of people walking, roller blade(ing) and bicycling by. Our conversation was light and easy, it was enjoyable to chat with her and was pleased to have met her in person. We hugged and made plans to call each other from time to time and maybe go riding again soon. Later that evening she called to ask me if she could attend a game with me in Arizona (I'm a 11 year Cardinals Club season seat holder and usually fly into games for the day). Sadly, plans had been previously made for that game with a /friend. So it did not work out. She asked me to take pictures of the<b> cheerleaders </font></b>for an article she was writing and if they could be emailed during the game. Lucky for me, that game the club level offered me the opportunity to go on the field pregame and assist with the flag during the national anthem. The pictures were awesome of the Cardinal cheerleaders, even before the game started. The following week, while on the phone late one evening with Renee, she asked me over to "make out"! It was clear she had not "played around" in while since her last boyfriend. Living less than 2 miles away, it was an easy trip for me to make. Walking up the stairs to her apartment for a late night rendezvous seemed kind of high school'ish ad made me a bit nervous. What was it that had me on edge? Upon walking in, it was important to be a bit more aggressive,also to get the butterflies out of my stomach. Pulling her close and kissing her passionately on the lips, my body could feel her nipples hardening against my chest and the smell of moisture/ sex was in the air. Guiding her hand down to my cock while kissing her, her fingers took over and massaged my ever enlarging fluid filled dick, first inside my pants then slowly released to fresh air by Renee unzipping my Levis and pulling my dick out for her fingers, then her hands to work it harder and faster. Quite a nice and wonderful feeling. Renee, of course knew what to do next by dropping to her ottoman and sliding my cock deep inside her mouth. Quite an exciting feeling to have my 7" black cock taken whole the first time that my black cock crossed through her lips. She worked my cock around in her mouth what seemed like an eternity, yet it was more than likely less than 10 minutes. Renee licked my balls, sucked on them, sucked and licked around my cock and then finally slid her pants off to let me see her sweet wet and truly inviting pussy ...... Part 1 "Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don’t have time.” |
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