Here’s another throwback story that I had forgotten about until all of the recent protests. All of the activism reminded me of some vonteering I did in my younger years. About 15 years ago I was volunteering at this non-profit whose focus was on reducing gun violence. I didn’t really have any special skills, I was just looking for something to be a part of in a new city. Anyway, it was a pretty loosely organized group of volunteers, almost all of whom were over the age of 65. The director, who shall be named Shelly, was only about 5 years older than I was, which made us fast friends because everyone else was an OG hippie.
Shelly and I worked well together, she had a super spunky personality, as well as very smart and passionate about her work. Body type she wasn’t really what I looked for, but cute. Very blonde chin length hair, a little on the plus side but not out of control. She was athletic, played golf, or swam, or something like that. Cute smile. Even though she was the director she was very chill. In fact I soon made it into the circle of trust in which she shared she smoke a lot of pot. Like wake-and-bake sort of style. So, easy going, no drama.
Well, there was a woman that approached our little organization offering to do some volunteer work. She was trying out to be in a “Mrs. ‘Name of State” pageant and wanted gun violence to be her pageant platform. And yes, you read that right, it wasn’t a “Miss” pageant, but a “Mrs” pageant. Odd, right? All of the contestants were married and had kids and were I guess reliving some pageant fantasy while in their 40s. This definitely needed some investigating just based in the oddness factor alone. So naturally I volunteered to be one of our representatives at the pageant. Of course Shelly would go to since she was the director of our organization. We both knew that there was going to be a really funny time people-watching this thing.
The pageant was in another city just far away enough to not want to drive home, so we rented a hotel room. Being that we were part of a non profit with basically no money, we agreed to get one room, two beds. Again, she was chill about it and I didn’t care not did I assume there would be any funny business. We decide that before we go to the pageant we’d get dinner and drinks. And before dinner and drinks, we’d smoke a bowl. We’re felling good by time we hit the bar and the time gets away from us. Really funny banter, met some characters while there. I was really starting to dig her on another level, not necessarily sexual, just as a fun person. Suddenly we realize that the show is half over.
We bust it over to a high school auditorium for the pageant. And it was exactly what we’d thought it’d be- a total shit show and it was hilarious. Middle-aged basically wearing prom dresses that didn’t fit so well parading on stage. Many had this glazed, Valium-sponsored smile. In lieu of a bathing suit competition there was a workout wear phase. Just no. I’m sure the people around us must have thought we were total assholes as we could barely contain our pot and booze fueled laughter. It was truly a very enjoyable and fun evening.
With the positive endorphins running high, we head back to the hotel. Once inside, we get ready for bed. It’s at this point that Shelly asks if she could lay on my bed for a while. It wasn’t till about this point where the I get a blip on my horny radar. She lays down, sort of in a spooning position but no body contact. I’m still feeling so good from our fun evening I don’t have any trepidation about making a move. I reach my hand around her and embrace her by the stomach. Her body immediately melts back into mine and she gives a little moan. I bury my face in her hair and back if her neck gently kissing her as she backs up closer into me, starting to rub her ample ass on my groin. This goes on for a few minutes until we’re sufficiently horny. I roll her on her back, pin her hands down on the matress and we kiss passionately as the dry humping starts.
Soon all our clothes are off. I tell her I don’t have a condom, but she immediately pulls one out of her bag (that’s when I started to figureout she’s pretty liberal about sex, another feature of her laid back personality). She helps me slide it on, which is a huge turn on, and start going deep. Remember how I said she was a little chubby, but athletic at the same time? Well her athleticism was on show here as she pulled her legs wide open, kept her knees straight, and grabbed her ankles. There’s nothing more sexy than that “door’s open, come on in” signal, right? I angle my body so that the only contact I have with her is my dick. Like all the kinetic energy and lust is being channeled through my shaft, like a literal lighting rod, to her receiving whole. I alternated between fast and long drawn out pumps on that wide open pussy. As I hover over her, I’ve got a birds I view of her face buck, eyes roll, and breathe gasp as I plunge deep. Very intense.
She then tells me she wants it doggie, which is my favorite my position, so carnal and domineering. She gets on all fours on the bed and presents her large, round ass to me. Shelly didn’t have that hourglass hip shape that I go cookoo for, but I’m not going to turn down a displayed pussy calling me to fuck it. The “only cock touching” thing was so intense when we were missionary I wanted to try it in this position. I squatted up behind her and pushed myself into her gap. It was not as successful because her plump ass cheeks were there, but again it was amazing. She’s enjoying it as she blurts out a “Fuck!” with every contact I make with her cervix. In a few minutes my body is tired of the sustained pose, so I just kneel and continue to ram that chunky little pussy. Her short blonde hair getting violently shaken and tossed with each thrust as she just has her head bent down absorbing the thrusts.
The whole evening we were just on the same wavelength in terms of our conversation and humor. This continued with the sex. I told her I was getting close, which she responded, “oh, me too”. We communicated about how close we were, trying to match our pace while trying to get each other to the next level. Finally after this little team building exercise, I let loose and pump her furiously. She’s screaming her orgasm while I’m grunting away like a beast. Doggie style gets me every time.
I collapse on to her and we lay there sweat soaked. I start in on kissing her neck and she strokes my leg. She was a very good cuddler and we just held each other till we started to doze off. I pulled off the condom and we slept naked together that night.
We fucked one more time in the morning, don’t remember a lot of the details as I was super hungover. Then we cleaned up and drove back to our city. Shelly was just so chill and blissful, not like “oh my God, I just slept with one of my volunteer staff, don’t tell anybody”. She knew I’d keep it discreet, besides who would I tell? We kept our relationship super professional, even when we were in private. Although there were a few more booty calls to be had. Remembering all of this makes me think that a lot more people would be willing to change the world if no strings sex was part of it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hc2z1f/mf_me_and_the_director