One day it was a middle-aged secretary trying to make a little money on the side. The next day it was a woman hoping to embark on a career in the porn...industry who thought this would be good practice. Our choice was Sally, a young college girl looking for her first sexual experience. She sought an anonymous encounter, free from emotional stress. It was the physical act she wanted, not any commitment. We contacted her, expressed our concern about STDs and waited to hear back. In less than. By the time she was due home, I had her dinner warming in the oven. I took a shower, wrote a quick note and left the apartment. The note read: Hey babe, tonight’s the night. Your dinner is in the oven. The rest is up to you to figure out. I love you. An hour later I was sitting in the back row of the theater, a baseball cap covering much of my face. I was the invisible man watching the people file in for the movie. I was starting to worry she might not make it when I saw Deanna walk in and look. Whispering into my ear, she said, "See you tomorrow, slut." With that, she gave me a sexy smirk and a pinch on the ass and was gone. - I hated not being able to masturbate. She was all I could think about as I showered. My fingers began to make there way down, rubbing my clitoris and nearly inside of myself. I forced myself to stop, finally understanding what boys meant by "blue balls". It hurt. I had a few different skirts and a few different tops. There was one that was so small that I would. I covered his lips with my own and stuck my tongue into his mouth. I pushed my fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer. His tongue tangled with mine as he breathed hotly into my mouth.I climbed into his lap and tried to straddle his legs and push my hot pussy against the growing bulge in his pants. The chair was too narrow to accommodate us both. I moaned in frustration against his mouth. I stood back up and continued to kiss him.His hands opened up my robe and he cupped my breasts in.