In the early 80s I was seeing a gorgeous woman named Carly (age 36 when she told me this story) who taught at a very prestigious private school in Washington, D.C. She was not a girlfriend per se but we spent considerable time together for about nine months. Carly had thick auburn hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, was very thin and had big, fake tits. She was about 5′ 10″. My ex girlfriend said she could have been a fashion model.
Carly never talked about her sexual past so I assumed she didn’t have one. I often teased her about her vanilla past; she would laugh and say she didn’t have a sexual past. But she did.
One Sunday fall afternoon we were spooning on the couch watching a football game. She had had a few beers when out of the blue she told me she had a few sexy adventures. I said tell me one that you think is sexy.
She told me one summer night she [31 at that time] and a two female friends were in a bar in Georgetown. She and the friends had already had a few drinks and were planning on heading home. They were sitting at a table in front of a window; Carly looked out the window and saw two young men waving at her.