The club owner had some girl he was trying to get next to, but his girlfriend was there to, so he asked me would I take his girlfriend home, so I told...him you know I’m riding my motorcycle. He said, it would be okay because she like riding a motorcycle. She was about 35 I wasn't attracted to her. So I guess he didn't feel threatened by me taking her home, so we left, she lived about 25 miles away from the club, and so we got to her house, Come in and have some coffee I said okay. She asked me. Being so far away from home, I felt reasonably safe that I would not run into someone I knew. Nevertheless, I was still very nervous. A large billboard with the Ten Commandments erected next door by a local church did not help. Fortunately, there were only a few cars and a couple of semis in the parking lot. I hurriedly went inside. The store was large and clean. I browsed the adult toy section, coveting the selection of large male dildos, then noticed a video arcade section off to one end. I. It being my first cock I told him I was going to go slow. I took his grunt of pleasure as a sign to go ahead. I started stroking high up on his cock retracting his foreskin and watching it slide over his head. As I did this I got bold and started to lick his nipples, loving the feeling of my tongue over the hair. He wanted me to bite them so I did gently and I loved the sound of his moans.I started kissing back down to his cock. I then started licking his shaft as I lightly touched his balls. Our fire play sessions were magic though. We both loved pop music from the 1960s and even though it was now 1970 it was still the sort of music people sang, danced and listened to and most could be sung along to. Occasionally we reminisced our “courting” days by Sarah wearing stockings and suspenders for me when she preferred those damned tights. Sarah would brew a lovely cup,of coffee in our percolator and we,d chat and listen to pop music and now and then read the hard to believe “reader,s.