Wrong Number

by VVVtop

What’s your gender? Man
How old are you? 67
What’s your race/ethnicity? White / Caucasian
What continent do you live on? North America
What country and/or city do you live in? Los Angeles
Highest education received: College degree (eg., BA, BS)
What’s your occupation? Retired
What’s your current relationship status? In a serious relationship (monogamous)
Religious affiliation: Atheist
How religious are you? Not at all
What’s your sexual orientation? Heterosexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 300+
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0

Wrong Number

How long ago did this hookup happen? 40+ years

What was your relationship status at the time? Single

How would you best classify this hookup? Short fling

How long did you know the person before this hookup? Just met that day

Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? This was circa 1972. I was living in a Southern California beach city in an apartment that I shared with a roommate, who was out that evening. Around 7:30 p.m., the phone rang and I answered. A young woman replied, but didn’t identify herself and started talking as one would to someone they were dating and probably intimate with. I kept up my end of the conversation sort of monosyllabically as I tried to figure out which one of the several woman I was dating or pursuing that it might be. It definitely wasn’t my roommate’s girlfriend. The voice was about the right age, and she certainly seemed to be confident that she was talking to someone she knew, but I couldn’t connect it with anybody I knew. I had the sense that she might be black (and I wasn’t dating any black women at that particular time). Finally, she said something that made it seem likely that she didn’t know me. But we’d been talking for about 20 minutes by then, and I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know her. So, while I was talking, I hung up in mid-sentence, figuring that it was a mis-dialed number, and that would end it.

No such luck. She called back a few seconds later. I was a bit annoyed, so I decided to see what I could get to say about her own sexuality and her relationship with whoever she thought she was talking to. I started out with open questions that I hoped would reveal some of that information, like “How would you say I am in bed?” (“You’re pretty hot stuff.”) “Why do you say that?” “What especially pleases you”? I learned that she hadn’t slept with the guy, but apparently wanted to and some things she liked in bed. Finally, I decided to drop the bomb. “There is something I should tell you. I’m not who you think you are talking to.” Instead of being upset, she laughed long and hard. We then began to ask about each other and the sexual banter turned up pretty far. We were both having a great time talking to the other. After further conversation, she was intrigued enough that she proposed dinner the next night. We figured out how to identify each other (she’d be driving a brown Jensen and wearing green, I’d be riding a yellow motorcycle with a yellow helmet).

When I hung up the phone, I looked at my bedside clock. It was 9:21.

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? We met for dinner as planned. She was a tall, quite attractive light-skinned black woman, with nicely styled shoulder-length hair, dressed casually but tastefully, and obviously well heeled. She seemed (rightfully) confident in her looks and sexuality. I learned she had been married to a doctor, who recently died and left her as a wealthy widow. She was a year older than my 24, well educated, evidently skilled in the social graces, and comfortable with her money. She lived conservatively, and most of her family lived in her huge beachfront condo nearby. I was a contrast and not only because of color. I was a long-haired professional motorcyclist from an affluent family, but more interested in making my way by myself and very much enjoying life and taking risks.I wore jeans and a polo shirt. She had a glass of wine. I had a soft drink, and she was surprised to learn I didn’t drink and never had. Our dinner conversation begat a lot of laughter and included an increasing level of sexual banter, and it was apparent what dessert would be. The your-place-or-mine question was easy to resolve, since there was no one else at mine. She followed me there.

What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? I didn’t bother with any of the trite seduction routines when we got there — no offering a drink or putting on music. I simply went for it, kissing her deeply as soon as the door was closed. She had a generous mouth with full, soft lips that were a joy to explore. The kissing quickly had her panting, and she asked, “Where’s your bedroom?” As we walked into my little room, I stopped to switch on a light, and turned back to find her already removing her bra, her blouse already discarded. Her body was lush, curvy rather than lean, with large, full breasts that sagged surprisingly little for their size. She didn’t have the flat abs that were becoming stylish, but her waist tapered nicely then flared again to full hips and a rounded ass above longish legs. When she finished stripping she came to help me undress, kissing deeply as we struggled with my pants and boots. I bent to suck her smallish nipples and felt her subtly pushing my head lower. She had insinuated that she couldn’t get enough oral, so I knew what she wanted. It was the last time she asserted herself, after that she seemed to slide into a submissive role, content for me to direct our coupling. I laid her back on the bed, with her legs over the edge and her feet on the floor, then kneeled between her legs.

I have always enjoyed eating pussy. I had not yet reached my peak in the art, but I had already discovered that more women would orgasm from it than from fucking, and there were fewer drawbacks –no risk of pregnancy, no cumming too soon, no distracting yourself to prevent cumming. I could just concentrate on pleasing her and responding to what she seemed to enjoy and want. Her pussy was a delight, a small triangle of curly hair on full mons over a tight slit with no protruding labia, It tasted clean and fresh and was very wet when my tongue wedged into its folds. She seemed a little surprised and overwhelmed at first, but them settled in and began to have orgasms every few minutes, getting louder with each one, then, after perhaps 20 or 30 minutes, asking me to stop because she was getting too sensitive. I told her to relax, that there was no rush to continue. In fact, I wouldn’t have been hugely upset if she had asked to stop. What we’d done so far was pretty ennjoyable. We cuddled, her on her back and me on my side next to her, and stroked each other, me caressing her gorgeous boobs and she slowly working toward my rock-hard cock. When she had been stroking it for a few minutes, I initiated “the discussion” (this was before we worried about incurable diseases) and she told me she was on the pill. I fingered her pussy lightly, and she spread her legs in invitation. I think I surprised her when I moved between her legs and, instead of penetrating her, went down on her again, bringing her to another quite loud climax. Then I moved up and began to fuck her. Her pussy was wet and very soft yet tight. I started slowly, gradually increasing in speed and force. She quickly came again, but the second orgasm from fucking took a bit longer. Then, though I continued to fuck her for 20 minutes or so more (and her pussy never loosened up the way some do) she no longer seemed to building towards another orgasm. So, I stopped and withdrew.

She looked at me with a slightly glazed expression and a smile. I told her that I’d like to cum in her mouth, and asked if that would be OK. I took her “Ummmm” as approval. As she began to shift to get into a position where she could blow me, I instead pushed her back, put a pillow under her head, and knee-walked up her body so I was straddling her chest and could pump my cock into her mouth. It was quite a sight, with her breasts squashed together between my thighs, and my cock sliding into her full, soft mouth. I leaned forward, supporting myself on the headboard and took my time pumping slowly and as deeply as I felt I could without gagging. (This was a month or so before I saw the movie “Deep Throat,” or I might have been more aggressive.) Her mouth was long (i.e., deep) and she engaged her tongue and lips well, making it sensational. At one point, I looked at the bedside clock, and noticed it that it was 9;21 — exactly 24 hours after I had hung up the phone following our initial conversation.

I continued fucking her mouth for some time, making eye contact, watching her face, enjoying the feeling of her tits pressing into my legs and ass and the sight of my cock pumping into her pretty face. Eventually, I my climax arrived, and without warning her at all, I ejaculated into her mouth, holding my cock deep for the initial spurts, then pumping again to finish up. She looked surprised, but didn’t gag, cough or try to pull away. I left my cock in her mouth for a few minutes and she gently tongued it and cleaned it, before I finally removed it, still half-hard. I was ready for another round, but my roommate and his girlfriend came into the apartment then, making her nervous.

How sexually satisfying was this hookup? Very

Did you have an orgasm? Yes, one

Did your partner have an orgasm? Yes, multiple

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it the next day? What are/were your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? I hoped she’d spend the night, but she didn’t. However, we continued to see and fuck each other for a few months. We enjoyed each other’s company, laughed a lot, and the sex was good. However, the rest of our lifestyles was too different to have a complete relationship.

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) Birth control pill / patch / ring / injection / implant

What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness, Attraction to partner(s), Making new friends,

How intoxicated were you? Not at all (no alcohol or drugs)

How intoxicated was your partner? Small amount of alcohol or drugs, not enough to feel it

How wanted was this hookup for you at the time? Very

Did you consent to this hookup at the time? I gave enthusiastic consent

How wanted was this hookup for your partner at the time? Very

Did your partner(s) consent to this hookup? They gave enthusiastic consent

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? My roommate, who later met her. I mostly talked about the odd way we met and how quickly it lead to sex.

How would you best summarize people’s reactions about this hookup? Relatively positive

Did you get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all

Did your partner get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all

Do you regret this hookup? Not at all

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? Connecting with someone before ever seeing them and quickly acting on it.

What was the WORST thing about this hookup? That there wasn’t more depth.

Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? No, I was already having a pleasant amount of casual sex with multiple women and I continued to do so happily afterward.

All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative

What are your thoughts on casual sex more generally, the role it has played in your life, and/or its role in society? What would you like to see changed in that regard? Back in those days, I was not ready for a committed relationship. It didn’t seem fair. I was racing motorcycles professionally and on any weekend, I might get badly hurt or dead. That wasn’t anything I wanted to ask someone to commit to, and I wasn’t ready to give it up for another decade. I had casual sex with dozens of women, and made some good friends. I may have broken a few hearts, but I tried very hard to avoid it by being upfront about my intentions.

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