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Are you bi?Not exactly the question you expect to hear when you are on a date with a girl. I was on my second date with this girl when an attractive, older woman (I’m guessing she was late 20’s or early 30’s)approached us in the park. She was wearing a short yellow dress with a floral print. It was low cut and showed off her nice tan small cleavage. She was wearing a big gold necklace that matched her earrings. She had big Sandy blonde hair with brown eyes. She had on lots of make up, which was common in the mid 80’s. At first, my girl and I thought the question was for her. I looked at my girl and just stared waiting for her answer. I admit, it would of been a huge turn on if she was. The shock on her face was enough to know she was offended and angerly said “NO!” The older woman quickly turned her attention to me, “I meant you cutie! You have a great ass!” My cheeks went flush and (at that time) wasn’t sure if I was. I had masturbated to thoughts of being with another guy but had yet to try it for real. I shrugged my shoulders and muffled a “I don’t know.” Instantly, my girl released my hand and strutted off. I didn’t follow after her. The older woman handed me a card with a number to call if I figured out I was. She gave me a surprise hug, which was really hot to me and a kiss on the cheek. She walked briskly away and I just stood there like a lost puppy watching her ass cheeks move under her dress. It took a few moments to regroup myself and Chase after my date.When I did catch up to, it only made things worse when she noticed lipstick on my cheek. It never occurred to me that I should of wiped it off before catching up to her. She demanded I drive her back to her dormitory and that was the last I ever saw her. I went back to my dorm room and told my roommate about the older woman. We laughed about it bursa escort and then he asked if I was going to call the number. I said “Heck no!” I’m not gay and crumpled the card and threw it in the trash. Shortly after my roommate left the room, I grabbed the card and hid it under some papers. That night I struggled to sleep and fantasized about what it might lead to if I called. I got aroused and slipped out of my room into the showers to masturbate. That next afternoon just off of campus, I called the number from a pay phone. A woman’s phone answered and I explained how I got the card. The woman didn’t seem that interested in hearing how I got the number. She jumped into questions about looks, sexual experience….which was almost none, and then gave me an address and time to meet for an interview. I asked what the interview was about and expected to hear from her what I knew already. Instead, she directed me to bring proof of age and be on time. She hung up without a good bye. Initially, I felt insulted by how rude she was and thought I might just skip it all together. But as I walked to my next class, I calmed down and decided to go. I showed up to this office building about 15 minutes before my interview. I rode the elevator up to the fourth floor. I was surprised by the condition of the building and the lack of lighting inside. The elevator groaned as it went up. When it did stop, I had to push open the doors and step up just to get out. I knew the stairs would be a safer option afterwards. I walked by several vacant offices to my final destination. I didn’t know what to expect when I walked it. The room was small, an older lady was behind the desk on the phone. It must of been the same one I talked to earlier, she sounded pissed off as she argued with someone on the phone. A cigarette in the görükle escort corner of her mouth bounced up and down as she talked. She didn’t even look at me before motioning to a chair against the wall. I took everything in as I sat down. My legs shook as I waited. She hung up the phone, took a long puff of her cigarette then put it out into an ashtray. She asked for my ID. She examined it a great length and then looked at me. She asked my age. “18”, I replied as cool as I could. I felt shaky as I answered and wondered why I was so nervous. She stared at me for another minute without saying a word. I could barely hold her stare. She then asked, “Now, you wouldn’t lie to me would you?” I quickly shook my head no. I felt my cheeks get warm. I felt so uneasy. She made a copy and handed back my ID. I sat down and waited. Then the door behind the lady opened and I was greeted by a familiar face.It was the lady in the yellow dress! I stood up and felt relief seeing her. She walked over to me smiling. “I’m so happy to see you cutie!” She gave me a hug. I felt a surge in my pants. Her touch seemed to give me energy. I followed her back into her office. It wasn’t that impressive on first glance. There was a few filing cabinets, an old couch, a rather large metal desk with a big black leather chair on wheels, and a crude mini bar. The room smelled of strong incense, which was quite pungent. I coughed upon enhaling. She opened a few windows.” My name is Christy, what’s yours cuite?” I felt embarrassment as I gave her my name, I wasn’t used to talking to attractive women especially older ones. “You shy sweetie?” I gave a polite response no and shared my nervousness. “Your sweet! Don’t worry everything is going to be just fine.” She had a small piece of paper that she glanced at as she sat down in her chair. I görükle escort bayan was just standing there in front of her desk. Christy then jumped into my sexual history which only took a minute to explain and it wouldn’t of been even that had I not embellished. She smiled, leaned forward ….showing off her perfectly small cleavage and asked me in a soft sultry voice “Would you mind taking your clothes off to me?”Now I can’t tell you how many times in my head I had wished for someone to say that and upon hearing I just froze there. I was so excited and scared in those moments that followed. I took my clothes off. I had the hardest boner ever and wished I was longer. Christy just looked at me smiling. “Care if I take a few photos of you sweetie?” I nervously agreed. She pulled out a Polaroid and walked out from behind her desk. She took several pictures, shaking them out before placing them on the desk. Christy even touched my body which only turned me on more. When she finished, she put the camera on the desk and went into a small closet area. She came out with a small 8mm video camera and tripod. She placed it about two feet away from the couch. Christy walked over and pressed up against me and whispered”I’d love to see you masturbate for me, nothing gets me wetter.” She let me to the couch and had me open my legs up as I began to rub myself as she started filming. I felt electric! It only took a few minutes until my cum erupted out of me shooting high into the air over my head and splattering onto my face, chest, and abdomen. Christy let out a loud “Wow! Great job sweetie!” She filmed a little longer then turned it off. She grabbed a couple Kleenex and had me clean up. Christy asked me to get dressed. She moved around her desk and pulled out five dollars. She walked over to me and whispered, “there’s much more if you are willing to earn it.” Christy then kissed me on the lips. She groped my crotch. I really liked it. She told me to come back in four days and not to masturbate. She stuffed the five into my pants and I was sent out.

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