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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sandy Unexpected by Sandy (sandyathome@hotmail.com) *** An unexpected consequence to my game. (MF, rom) *** The first memory I shared was in a 'Housewife's Tale' and the second was in 'Sandy: Take 2', both in Directory 27. It might be worth reading them to get a general idea of the background to this story. As before, I am basically writing a letter to you describing a memorable event in my life. ******** I discovered that I enjoyed playing a role in the realization of fantasies. This was very different than just pretending to be a lonely housewife. Still, my original goal in all of this was being reached. I was considered a very proper student at school, while still exploring my sexuality. And given that I did not meet married men, my guess is that I never hurt anyone. In fact, the only person that could have been hurt was me! I was actually meeting interesting men but had set things up so that there was no possible future. In fact, I am certain that I am giving you the wrong impression of this whole period in my life. I have discussed this a little bit with a new friend of mine, and he suggests that I clear the air a bit. So far I have discussed two very intense and (for me) very sexy encounters. What I haven't been telling you is about the times when I was stood up, or the times when I arrived and the guy creeped me out so badly that I had to leave before saying hello, or the times when I met someone and there was no chemistry, or - and this was the worst of all - when the physical encounter was disappointing, awkward, and unsatisfying. Top that off with the fact that I was sexually active for fewer than 15 days a year, and I am guessing that most of you would be less than thrilled. Still, this worked for me at the time, and I have few major regrets. This letter will retell my time with Harold, which counts as one of those regrets. I am jumping around in time a bit now. Unlike my first two encounters, which happened during my freshman year, this encounter happened during the summer between my junior and senior years. I had been talking (emailing) with Harold for about 7 months. He was a great conversationalist, and I enjoyed his perspective on the world. I also enjoyed that he was interested in me and my thoughts, and seemed to care very deeply that I was happy in my life, marriage, etc. I had no intention of ever meeting him, but it was for no other reason than he lived 4 hours away by car - and only that close when I was home for summer vacation. On a whim I decided to visit him on the Saturday of a 3-day weekend. He and I discussed in advance that I would have to leave by early evening and that it was going to be a totally platonic date. Actually, he and I had always communicated on a platonic level and I found that comforting. We agreed to meet at this breakfast cafe Saturday morning around 9, and he said that he planned to take the day as it came but that I should probably dress super casually and that I should feel free to bring a bathing suit and towel if I wanted. I arrived the night before and stayed at a Holiday Inn that I had booked for Friday and Saturday nights. (Driving takes a lot out of me and I really hate driving at night.) I arrived on time Saturday morning and followed his directions. Well, that was really easy because you don't have to tell me twice to dress casually. I wore jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. I may have had my hair pulled back in a ponytail, but I really can't remember. When I saw him at the table and introduced myself he said, "Hi. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I am a bit surprised by how beautiful you are". (Hey guys, for the record, you can NEVER go wrong with a comment like that!) Harold looked exactly like he did in his photos. Harold was in his early 50's, bald on top with very short gray hair on the sides (like Captain Jon Luc Pickard!), about 5'9", and had a walker's body (trim but not muscular). After being with him for about 15 minutes, I felt that it was going to be a great day. I wasn't there for sex, I was there to hear his stories. And he had the best stories! It seemed that he had done so much with his life. I enjoyed hearing about his past, about the 60's, about his successes and failures. And I liked telling him about mine, even if they were all imaginary. We sat long after breakfast was finished and around 11:30 decided to go for a walk. It was such a beautiful summer day. By this time I had my sweatshirt tied around my waist. This exposed my . Banana Splits tee shirt. (Super sexy, eh?) After about an hour of window-shopping, he asked if I wanted to go on a picnic. He was very careful and deliberate about this. He said that he had prepared something and that we could go to the commons or if I was interested, and felt comfortable enough, we could go to a field near a small swimming hole close to his cabin. Harold seemed completely harmless so I said I'd like to see the swimming hole. (I love being in the water so this was an easy decision for me.) It turned out that this was his property and it was beautiful and the lunch even better. It was a very light lunch, mostly of peta-bread, carrots, and hummus. Afterward we played Frisbee for about a half hour and then decided to go swimming. Keeping with my general motif, I wore a one-piece dark blue bathing suit. (I really have you drooling now, eh?) He was not a very good swimmer, but seemed to have enough fun making fun of himself! It was kind of funny for me as well, I mean, he really looked the part of a guy in his 50's. It must have been around 3 or so when we got out of the water and decided to sun. He pulled out a very large blanket from his car and we laid down. A really funny thing happened - we fell asleep! Not for long - I woke after 20 minutes or so - but we obviously felt comfortable with each other. When I woke I just looked at him while he continued to sleep. This was a very kind and gentle man. And for the first time in the 7 months that we had known each other, I felt attracted to him. I woke him with a kiss on the cheek. He said, "now that's a great way to wake up", but didn't make another move. So I did. I drew close and kissed him on his mouth. After he asked if I knew what I was doing, and if I would be able to handle it emotionally. I had to convince him, and then we spent the next 20 minutes kissing like lovers. He was so gentle and paid attention to my every movement. His behavior also made clear that I would have to be the one to advance things. So I did. I was the one to remove our cloths, and I was the one to pull our bodies closer. In fact, he stayed on his back for (almost) the whole time. This turned out to be really interesting. I rolled over onto him. When I wanted his mouth on my breasts I had to move up his body, and when I wanted to kiss some more I moved back down. Maybe it was because I was so in control, and because he was so gentle and attentive, that I had my first ever orgasm from someone touching my breasts alone. (Yes, it is possible.) I was really blown away by all of this! At one point I moved up over his face. I held his head in place with my hands and was treated to a bit of heaven that I had never reached before. His body had really responded to mine. His penis was very hard, and on the small side, certainly smaller than average. Still, at that moment there was nothing that I wanted more. I guided him and he easily moved inside me. I was totally in charge of the movements and I made love to him slowly and deliberately. My rhythm was completely broken by the most intense orgasm that I could remember ever having and that's when he gently rolled me over and continued to rock his body into mine. His control was unbelievable! He seemed to know me so well and I'd swear that he timed his orgasm to mine! Afterward he and I remained naked, laid on the blanket, cuddled, kissed, and talked for about an hour. We were dressed by the time the sun was starting to set, and he was very careful to have me back in town before 7:00. I didn't want to get out of the car. I desperately wanted to share his bed that night, and all the nights after that. This was the closest I had ever been to sharing my deception with anyone. But I couldn't. It would ruin everything and I believed (and believe) very strongly that you cannot have a relationship with anything less than complete honesty. And this one would have been built on a lie. So there it is. I fell in love with this man. A 50+ year old balding man with an unremarkable body was on that day (and many days after) my perfect match. Losing touch with Harold is to this day one of my greatest regrets. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 27