He was about 25, trackpants, hoodie, stubble, slim, smelt slightly of beer. I walked past him slowly. Very slowly. Couldn't see his face, but could te...l he wasn't gay. Maybe bi? Or maybe just there to bust a nut. Either way, as I walked past him, I saw him reach into his pants and flop out his cock. This was it. I got on my knees infront of him, taking in the smell of his semi-soft cock and low-hanging balls. Uncut, even better. He played with his cock a bit then aimed it at my mouth. I put my. I told him its the same for a lot of blokes, I replied your the first man I've been with in over a year, I'm a bit on edge, but if we take it slow it will develop, that was enough for me when I watched you in your work gear, especially when you bent over and I could see your sexy arse, fuck that was a site to behold.I undid Ed shirt and took it off, I did the same, I put my head onto his warm soft chest and stared to rub belly and chest, Ed said I was making him hard, we both stripped off and. I started to freak a little but didn't quit. She had small to med breasts but huge nipples and they were real hard. I reached down to her panties and started to stumble fumble around feeling for her pussy and all of a sudden she started screaming at the top of her lungs. i quit everything and asked if she was ok while all she did was breath in and out real loud. Penthouse and Playboy in the 70s didn't discuss a women's orgasm like they do today so she had to tell me what happened and that it. The one constant was, yesterday would not be a one-time treat.I decided to shower, fix myself up a bit and then invite him over. We needed to talk, to come to some sort of, at least preliminary, understanding. I lingered in the shower longer than usual. It felt so good to run my hands over my newly enlivened body. I loved my nipples—squeezing and pulling them, teasing them, was so arousing. I stopped short of going to a climax, that could wait for Jeff, but it only fueled my longing. Debating.