One last dance? she asked, eyes smiling and deep, velvet over steel.

Yes, you said, so softly you were sure no one else could hear. But
from your body, your face, you knew what you were saying to her: Yes.
Please. Anything. I beg you.

Our first stop was a drug store to pick up some condoms. Naturally, I
don’t normally use them, except on special occasions as a cover for my
dildoes, but I was astounded at the plethora of colors and shapes. We
decided on some ribbed Excitas and bought three from a somewhat frumpy
older lady. It was obviously distasteful for her to have to sell them.
We just giggled and enjoyed her embarrassment.

The first bar we entered was pathetically barren. One of the
disadvantages in visiting away from home is not knowing where the ‘hot’
spots are. After a couple more failures, we finally found a bar we
jokingly referred to as Men ‘R’ Us, because of the number of men, elbow
to elbow. At first, we thought that we were in a gay mens’ bar, but it
only took about three minutes for the lines to start.

Since I realized my preference for women, I have slept with three men,
but they were already acquaintences, so it had been a long time since I
had heard the openers men use. I had to rely on Carol to let me know
which lines were original. At least there were a few gentlemen in the
bar, so before we could order, we had drinks delivered from ‘the guy
with the lousy rug’. We spent the next hour drinking, dancing and
deciding which of the hunks would take us home. We had already decided
that whoever we selected, it would have to be a pair and they would
have to be willing to follow us up to the mountains. We finally found a
couple of roommates {Burt and Ernie, believe it or not} and gave them
directions to my house. By the time we reached the house, it was nearly
eleven p. m.

I fixed drinks for all and Burt, a loan officer at one of the banks,
produced some coke and pot. I declined because I don’t like coke and am
fearful of smoking in front of strangers. Neither Ernie nor Carol were
as hesitant and it wasn’t long until the three of them had white powder
all over their faces. I had to laugh when it struck me that if the
police should knock on the door, I would tell them that we had all had
a powdered doughnut fit.

After a little while, the drugs and alcohol took affect and the talk
turned to how a couple of foxes could survive in the wilds without men.
Carol and I giggled as we traded knowing glances about our customary
sexual practices, but neither of us said anything. Finally, Burt
suggested that should we decide to get intimate, there was no time like
the present.

Ernie and Carol had already decided upon the fur blankets on the living
room floor, leaving Burt and I to my play room. I have never figured
out why, but I can’t fuck a man in my own bed. {Women, yes, but men,
no.} In any case, he was impressed by the array of erotica I had set
out before leaving. I carefully placed the condom on the vanity next to
the bed and made sure that Burt knew that he would be using it. Oddly
enough, not only did he not protest, a surprise, but he produced some
Saran Wrap. I asked him what it was for and he informed me that because
of the sexually transmitted diseases around, it was the only safe way
to perform cunnilingus. His delicacy in speech impressed me.

In a matter of seconds, we were kissing. His hands started on my back,
covertly checking for the non-existant bra, and then slid down to my
ass. It was nice to have someone else take the dominant role in sex and
I enjoyed his gentle kisses on my neck and down to my tits. I could
feel his tongue through my blouse and couldn’t wait for him to undress
me. After pulling of my blouse and commenting on how firm and yet
tender my boobs were, he unzipped my jeans. {Flattery will get you
everywhere!} He started to massage my thighs and slowly moved his
fingers up to my crotch, while continuing to tongue my nipples, neck
and ears. I whispered to hime that I was clean shaven, so he wouldn’t
be too surprised and I could tell by the increased speed of his tongue
that he had no objections.

As his hands hooked the sides of my underpants {French cut}, his head
and tongue moved lower. Even on my back, I could smell my juices that
he had started by his kissing. After removing my panties, he stood and
undressed. At first I was startled by the size of his cock, but quickly
realized that it wasn’t much larger than my favorite toy. I reached
over and started to caress his balls and prick, although it really
didn’t need much help in staying hard.

He asked for a pillow and put it under my ass. Next Burt unfolded the
plastic wrap and placed it over my pussy. After he started licking my
clit, I understood the prior reluctance men had expressed about wearing
condoms. It felt good enough, since I came a couple of times, but it
just wasn’t as thrilling as when Carol licks me. All the time he licked
my cunt, he massaged my tits with his free hand. After I came for the
fourth of fifth time, he slid his hand under my ass and asked if I
minded some anal action. Not only didn’t I object, but I told him where
I keep my lubricant. His finger was gentler than his tongue, but it was
certainly thicker and I squirmed after he inserted it as far as
possible. He started pushing his finger in and out until I could only
see a blur. I bounced on the bed as I came again and actually felt my
juices sticking to the saran wrap.

He moved beside me and again started kissing me on the lips. It was my
turn now, and I wanted to show him my appreciation for his expert
lovemaking, so I put the condom over the head of his cock and took most
of it into my mouth. I kept gently stroking his balls as I moved my
head up and down. I even used the ‘butterfly’ lick on him, which I
usually reserve for my women friends. I was surprised when he began to
moan and talk dirty to encourage me because most of the men I have
known were silent. I put some lubricant on my finger and stopped
sucking long enough to ask Burt if I could return his earlier favor. He
turned slightly on his side to allow me access. I had originally
intended to ‘beat’ him off while fingering his ass, but suddenly
decided that I had other plans. I rolled him onto his side and began to
massage his balls and cock from under his legs. I admit I was a little
surprised at how clean his ass was and before I could stop myself
started to lick it. The stiffening of his cock let me know that he was
enjoying it, so I licked harder. It was hard to keep from fingering
myself, but maybe later.

I rolled him fully onto his back and straddled his cock. As I slid
down, I couldn’t help but whimper at the warmth and hardness that his
cock provided. At first, I slowly slid up and down, but as he kneaded
my breasts and fingered the nipples, I went faster and faster. As is
customary, he came before I had hoped, but he didn’t seem at all
disappointed and thanked me profusely. It is kind of strange to feel
the come pushing against the condom without it going further. I
suggested that if he would like, we could take a little breather and go
for another round. This idea made him smile and he reached for his
pants and produced a mammoth joint. Since he had just finished eating
my pussy with gusto and letting me fuck him, I was convinced that he
wasn’t a narc, so I joined him. It wasn’t long before the dope took
affect and my clit started tingling. We talked about some of our
fantasies and other idle sex talk when he started to cry. I nearly
cried myself when he told me that I had given him such as sucking and
fucking, as well as the coke and pot, he wasn’t sure if he could get it
up again.

I told him that I could certainly solve that as he had mentioned one of
his fetishes being female masturbation. I went to the case and brought
back my dildoes and asked him to choose the one he liked best. He
selected one of the smaller vibrators and I checked the batteries. I
set the fuck machine on the bed and started fingering my nipples until
they were hard. As I moved one hand down to my bald pussy, I told him
of the many times I had come to my room to use that particular vibrator
and how many times the humming and thrusting had made me come. I guess
that the drugs and his tongue had gotten me in a mood to be somewhat
slutty and certainly brought out the exhibitionist in me. As I stroked
my clit, I told him of how I enjoyed making myself wet and rubbing my
love juice all over my tits. I inserted a finger into my twat and
started fucking myself. I moved my other hand from my tits to the
vibrator and switched it on. Although it never touched him, the
buzzing made his dick start to stand up. When I rubbed it against my
clit, I nearly came and shivered from the vibrations. When I pushed it
in to the end, his cock became erect. I sat down in such a way that
the pseudo-cock stayed in, buzzing away, but both of my hands were
free. Unfortunately, another fuck was out of the question, because I
didn’t bring another rubber up with us, so I began to stroke his cock.
I suggested he lift his legs for a little surprise and I grabbed one of
the smaller vibrators and lubricated it. As gently as possible, I
stuck it into Burt’s ass and again grabbed his prick. It was difficult
to concentrate with my pussy buzzing away, but I managed to switch his
unit on and began to play with him in earnest. He definitely liked the
feeling and began to moan again. It took a few more strokes, but just
as I shuddered from another great orgasm, he shot his sperm into the
air. I kept stroking him until there wasn’t a drop left.

After, while we lie catching our breath, we began to wonder how Carol
and Ernie were doing, but didn’t really care that much. After mumbling
something about work in the morning, Burt got dressed. It was hard to
tell him that this had been a one night stand, especially since I
enjoyed it, but I wasn’t ready to give up on women. He didn’t seem too
upset about it and I promised that should I go to the big city again, I
would certainly give him a call.

When we got downstairs, Ernie and Carol were dressed and doing some
more coke. When Ernie saw Burt, he knew it was time to go, so he and
Carol exchanged numbers {she goes to school a few miles from Portland}
and they left. Carol and I went straight to the shower and cleaned up
without much conversation, but promised to give each other a blow by
blow in the morning. As Carol and I snuggled into my bed, I wondered
if I would ever find a man as gentle as Burt again. I did know that I
wouldn’t look for one.

In the morning, I overslept and when I awoke I found note from Carol
saying that she didn’t want to disturb the ’sleeping beauty’. She can
be such a romantic at times. In any case, we enjoyed our night out
with the boys, but decided to get together real soon and see if we were
still as interested in each other as always, but that’s another story.