Julie’s Memoires Robert (1976)

(((Julie's Memoires are semi-fictional stories based upon my, and my friends, experiences.)))

(((Preface My total number sexual partners is at least 600. Although my diaries have entries for about 400 different people, I know I did not chronicle every encounter. I figger an average of one new person per month is reasonable.

I started keeping a diary at about age eight. My mother had given me a blank page book for my birthday. She told me it would become my best friend. That I should tell my diary everything. "Someday you will be more than happy you kept a record of your thoughts and experiences."

These stories are based upon my diaries' entries, and my memories of the events. No doubt they are not completely what actually happened. But they are what I remember. Born in 1947, I have been sexually active since I was 16.)))

Visiting Robert (1976)

On our way to visit Jim's friends for a week-long art and music festival, Jim decided we should stay with Robert during the second night of the trip.

We drove from 6 in the morning until almost 7pm. We were tired, hungry, and relieved to be not moving.

Robert led us to the guest bedroom where we put our bags. The bed was a king size. Robert said it was one of those Tempur-Pedic beds that can be jumped on and not spill the glass of wine. And he demonstrated by bouncing on his butt.

Robert had figgered we would be hungry and had prepared a great meal. All of us ate more than enough. And we drank some way too good wine. We laughed at old stories, and jokes.

Soon we had to say, "Good night."

About 15 minutes after we were in bed, the door opened, and in crept Robert. He came to my side of the bed and slipped under the blanket and sheet.

I felt a ting of fear. I was concerned Jim would wake and be angry with Robert. I was too tired to be involved in an argument resulting in eviction.

Now I understood why Robert had made such a big deal about the bed being a Tempur-Pedic. The mattress barely moved as he lay behind me. I was lying toward the middle, on my right side, facing Jim. So Robert had space to be comfortable next to me.

Robert moved close to me, his cock hard against my lower back. He was already naked!

Jim, having been up all night, awake all day, driving, the big dinner and alcohol, was dead asleep.

The adrenaline generated from my fear of waking Jim was now making me excited.

Robert put his hand in my panties and gently rubbed my butt for what seemed like forever. An excellent starting move. I had no sense of time passing.

My left leg was bent at about 90 degrees. This meant my puss was easy to access. But he did not touch it. He just caressed and squeezed my butt.

(Now, I know this was one of my most erotic moments.)

After a while he pulled his hand away and down and my ass and puss were bare.

He moved down slightly, and then real close, as he placed his cock on my puss!

He was still for a few minutes. Then moved his hips back which slid his cock way slowly across my puss lips stopping with his cockhead almost on my asshole. Again he held still for a wonderfully long time.

He moved forward. My puss was gushing. His cockhead easily slid between my lips. He moved unbelievably slowly! It took forever to get to pushing on my clit, as he moved across my puss hole, then brushing my pee hole.

'How is this not what is supposed to be happening to me right now? Amazing!'

Eventually his cockhead moved all the way to the top of my lips, rubbing my clit exactly how it needed to be rubbed at that exact moment. And again he rested.

I am still surprised how intense this memory is. I remember "seeing" his cockhead rubbing my clit so slowly I thought I would never return. It was all I was.

Then he moved back. Held for a moment. And then forward. Just slightly faster. And stopped.

Repeating. This was amazingly erotic. I was hotter than I now know I had been before.

Because of the angle of his cock it did not enter me, even though his strokes moved his cockhead across my asshole. He did not try to change this. He just kept slowly stroking between my puss lips and over my clit.

Again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

I was touching the edge when I felt the first squirt from his cock.

And I was over the top, holding my breath, then gasping, trying not to moan aloud.

And another squirt. I started pulsing. Another squirt. Another wave for me. And another. And another.

A really great orgasm!

He held still. His hand on my shoulder, pushing himself against me.

As he pulled away and started to rise I felt a small towel being placed on my puss.

He quietly left the room.

I did not tell my Jim about this.

It is Great to be a woman.

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