I was working for the Milwaukee Railroad at the time and had just gotten off a freight we'd brought in from Othello and we'd had to double the hill at...Vantage so it had been a long night for me. In other words, for me it was Happy Hour.I ordered a beer and a shot and sat down to relax. I knew Sheila by reputation, though we'd never been introduced or spoken to one another. She was the only other patron of the bar that morning so she naturally gravitated down to where I was sitting, my feet. Just please be easy with me, you know it is my first time" I replied not wanting a bad memory of this evening. My body was charged with the desires she instilled deep inside of me. My soul seemed to be on fire and my body was raging out of control "No worries" she answered as she led me into the house for another shot before retiring to her massive bedroom. The was a Ca. king size bed with soft red satin sheets, they felt good against my skin as she laid me down on it. Mirrors lined the walls. We didn’t even pretend to watch a movie this time. We went straight up to his bedroom and practically ripped off each other’s clothes. We did a lot of things that night. I sucked his cock until he shot his cum into my mouth. He went down on me and made me scream. We fucked a lot. We fucked missionary. I rode him. He fucked me doggy style. By the time we were done and collapsed on to the sheets, he had filled three condoms. It was the most times I’d ever made a guy cum in one night and if we. He’d never learned how, or more importantly, where to meet “normal” women. Part of the problem, was that in his mind he was classifying women with terms as normal women, career women, party girls, or as anything else. There is no black and white way of looking at people; male or female, all are a blend of shades of gray.He had yet to understand that there was no one place to go to meet the type of women he was looking for; straight laced prudes can be found in bars and the wild and crazy types.