Awakening on Memorial Day 1980

I remember having a terrible headache from the smoke and alcohol the night before. I vaguely remember having sex with the guy in bed with me and when I got up to pee that morning.

It had been an interesting Sunday night about 12 hours prior to my awakening. I drove myself, alone, to one of the popular bars on Sunday night. I put on my sexiest dress. It was tight fitting and came down almost to my knees. I put on my strappy high heels and lots of perfume. I wanted a man that evening and was hoping my attire would attract a suitor for sex.

Once I arrived around 9 p. m. which was early enough to get a table of my own, I ordered a margarita. I frequented that bar and knew the staff and a lot of the guys who were always there. I was there maybe 30 minutes when one of the guys I knew of came up to me and asked me to dance. I said yes and after the dance was over, he asked if he could join me at my table. His name was Julian. I had danced with him many times at that bar, and we had shared drinks together, but I had not gone out with him on dates. He was not a complete unknown to me but to say he was a friend would have been a stretch.

We chatted, danced and talked about the weather, our jobs and our plans for Memorial Day. Around midnight I invited him over to my apartment. He about dropped his drink but said yes. Since we had come in separate cars, he followed me to my apartment, and we walked up together to my apartment which was on the second floor. I never wanted a first-floor apartment due to safety concerns being a single woman.

I invited him inside and offered him another drink. I had whiskey and coke, and he made a drink as did I. I put on some music on the stereo, and we sat next to one another on the couch and talked. He told me he was not dating anyone, and I of course shared the same about me. I felt very comfortable with him. He was a gentleman and was not attempting to make a move on me.

It was then that I decided to make my move.

I was not dating anyone at the time and had not had sex for about three months as I was tired of the dating scene, and I was no longer on the chili cook-off team that provided lovers for me.

I was horny. Yes, I masturbated in my bed, alone, but that was not like having a man make love to me.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom in my bedroom. Once there, I opened the bed. I lit the candles on the nightstands. I took off my clothes but left my strappy heels on and walked back into the living room completely naked except for my high heels.

He was shocked. He about dropped his drink.

I could feel my nipples hardening in the cool air from the air conditioning in South Texas. I put my hands on my hips and said in a loud and commanding voice "Come fuck me now!"

He looked surprised, stunned and happy.

I walked back into my bedroom, and he followed me, stripping off his shirt, jeans and underwear.

As he did, he said OMG, you have the hottest legs and boobs I have ever seen. Guys have always loved my legs and boobs.

Once his underwear came off...

OMG... his cock. It was hard. It was throbbing. His cock head was purple he was so hard. He was a nice size. Not the largest I had up to that point but very thick.

I got on my knees and started sucking him while he was standing up. He said something like I have not had a blowjob for months.

That spurred me on, and I sucked until he said, "I am about to cum, stop sucking." I kept sucking and with a loud groan he ejaculated, and I about choked on all the cum that came out. He said I was the first who had swallowed.

I got on the bed and on my knees. That was the first time I had ever done that, and I felt so wanton and naughty.

I did not care. I wanted to be fucked wildly and completely. He started eating my pussy from the back and he brought me to a nice orgasm with his mouth and finger that worked on my G-spot.

By then, he was hard again. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs wide and high. As he entered me, he asked if I was on birth control and I said no. I told him "I don't care. Fuck me. If I get pregnant, I will take care of it."

That did it. He mounted me and was balls deep in me before I knew it.

OMG... he fucked me like a wild man, and I felt another orgasm building and sure enough it hit me. I cried out as I started orgasming and I locked my ankles around his back, and he groaned, and I could feel his cum shooting in me.

He tried to pull out, but I held him in with my ankles around his back. I said stay in me for a while. I was trying to catch my breath as was he. We were both covered in sweat. I could feel his cock getting soft and I released him, and he withdrew. As he did, I could feel his cum leaking down to my ass.

I felt so naughty and wanton.

I got up to pee and when I returned, he said something about going back to his apartment. I told him no. I want you to stay the night, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When we awakened that morning, he wanted to fuck again but I said no and I gave him another blowjob. I was surprised at the amount of cum he was still able to produce.

I fixed breakfast and we showered together. Oh, that was so erotic. Here I was -- having been fucked by a man I did not know all that well.

He was a stallion. He had brought me to two orgasms, and I was giddy with the excitement of the night. It was time for him to leave and he got dressed. I kissed him and we agreed to meet for lunch later that day.

After he left, I looked down at my pussy and thought... great... I fucked him bareback and I am not on birth control.

I did not care. I got what I needed.

I resigned myself to the fact that if I got pregnant, I would figure things out. I was 27 at the time and had resigned myself that I would probably never get married. I thought that if I got pregnant from the unprotected sex, I would carry the child to term and raise him/her as my own.

Fortunately, my period returned right on time. I was never one of those girls who was so fertile she got preggers from a single fucking. Thank God.