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Archive name: sandyu.txt (MF, rom)
Authors name: Sandy (sandyathome@hotmail.com)
Story title : Sandy Unexpected

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Sandy Unexpected
by Sandy (sandyathome@hotmail.com)

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An unexpected consequence to my game. (MF, rom)

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The first memory I shared was in a 'Housewife's Tale' 
and the second was in 'Sandy: Take 2', both in 
Directory 27. It might be worth reading them to get a 
general idea of the background to this story. As 
before, I am basically writing a letter to you 
describing a memorable event in my life. 

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I discovered that I enjoyed playing a role in the 
realization of fantasies. This was very different than 
just pretending to be a lonely housewife. Still, my 
original goal in all of this was being reached. I was 
considered a very proper student at school, while still 
exploring my sexuality. And given that I did not meet 
married men, my guess is that I never hurt anyone. In 
fact, the only person that could have been hurt was me! 
I was actually meeting interesting men but had set 
things up so that there was no possible future. 

In fact, I am certain that I am giving you the wrong 
impression of this whole period in my life. I have 
discussed this a little bit with a new friend of mine, 
and he suggests that I clear the air a bit. So far I 
have discussed two very intense and (for me) very sexy 
encounters. 

What I haven't been telling you is about the times when 
I was stood up, or the times when I arrived and the guy 
creeped me out so badly that I had to leave before 
saying hello, or the times when I met someone and there 
was no chemistry, or - and this was the worst of all - 
when the physical encounter was disappointing, awkward, 
and unsatisfying. Top that off with the fact that I was 
sexually active for fewer than 15 days a year, and I am 
guessing that most of you would be less than thrilled. 
Still, this worked for me at the time, and I have few 
major regrets. 

This letter will retell my time with Harold, which 
counts as one of those regrets. I am jumping around in 
time a bit now. Unlike my first two encounters, which 
happened during my freshman year, this encounter 
happened during the summer between my junior and senior 
years. 

I had been talking (emailing) with Harold for about 7 
months. He was a great conversationalist, and I enjoyed 
his perspective on the world. I also enjoyed that he 
was interested in me and my thoughts, and seemed to 
care very deeply that I was happy in my life, marriage, 
etc. I had no intention of ever meeting him, but it was 
for no other reason than he lived 4 hours away by car - 
and only that close when I was home for summer 
vacation.

On a whim I decided to visit him on the Saturday of a 
3-day weekend. He and I discussed in advance that I 
would have to leave by early evening and that it was 
going to be a totally platonic date. Actually, he and I 
had always communicated on a platonic level and I found 
that comforting. 

We agreed to meet at this breakfast cafe Saturday 
morning around 9, and he said that he planned to take 
the day as it came but that I should probably dress 
super casually and that I should feel free to bring a 
bathing suit and towel if I wanted. I arrived the night 
before and stayed at a Holiday Inn that I had booked 
for Friday and Saturday nights. (Driving takes a lot 
out of me and I really hate driving at night.)

I arrived on time Saturday morning and followed his 
directions. Well, that was really easy because you 
don't have to tell me twice to dress casually. I wore 
jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. I may have had my 
hair pulled back in a ponytail, but I really can't 
remember. When I saw him at the table and introduced 
myself he said, "Hi. Please don't take this the wrong 
way, but I am a bit surprised by how beautiful you 
are". (Hey guys, for the record, you can NEVER go wrong 
with a comment like that!)

Harold looked exactly like he did in his photos. Harold 
was in his early 50's, bald on top with very short gray 
hair on the sides (like Captain Jon Luc Pickard!), 
about 5'9", and had a walker's body (trim but not 
muscular). After being with him for about 15 minutes, I 
felt that it was going to be a great day. 

I wasn't there for sex, I was there to hear his 
stories. And he had the best stories! It seemed that he 
had done so much with his life. I enjoyed hearing about 
his past, about the 60's, about his successes and 
failures. And I liked telling him about mine, even if 
they were all imaginary. We sat long after breakfast 
was finished and around 11:30 decided to go for a walk. 

It was such a beautiful summer day. By this time I had 
my sweatshirt tied around my waist. This exposed my . 
Banana Splits tee shirt. (Super sexy, eh?) After about 
an hour of window-shopping, he asked if I wanted to go 
on a picnic. He was very careful and deliberate about 
this. 

He said that he had prepared something and that we 
could go to the commons or if I was interested, and 
felt comfortable enough, we could go to a field near a 
small swimming hole close to his cabin. Harold seemed 
completely harmless so I said I'd like to see the 
swimming hole. (I love being in the water so this was 
an easy decision for me.)

It turned out that this was his property and it was 
beautiful and the lunch even better. It was a very 
light lunch, mostly of peta-bread, carrots, and hummus. 
Afterward we played Frisbee for about a half hour and 
then decided to go swimming.

Keeping with my general motif, I wore a one-piece dark 
blue bathing suit. (I really have you drooling now, 
eh?) He was not a very good swimmer, but seemed to have 
enough fun making fun of himself! It was kind of funny 
for me as well, I mean, he really looked the part of a 
guy in his 50's.

It must have been around 3 or so when we got out of the 
water and decided to sun. He pulled out a very large 
blanket from his car and we laid down. A really funny 
thing happened - we fell asleep! Not for long - I woke 
after 20 minutes or so - but we obviously felt 
comfortable with each other. When I woke I just looked 
at him while he continued to sleep. This was a very 
kind and gentle man. And for the first time in the 7 
months that we had known each other, I felt attracted 
to him.

I woke him with a kiss on the cheek. He said, "now 
that's a great way to wake up", but didn't make another 
move. So I did. I drew close and kissed him on his 
mouth. After he asked if I knew what I was doing, and 
if I would be able to handle it emotionally. I had to 
convince him, and then we spent the next 20 minutes 
kissing like lovers. He was so gentle and paid 
attention to my every movement. His behavior also made 
clear that I would have to be the one to advance 
things. So I did.

I was the one to remove our cloths, and I was the one 
to pull our bodies closer. In fact, he stayed on his 
back for (almost) the whole time. This turned out to be 
really interesting. I rolled over onto him. When I 
wanted his mouth on my breasts I had to move up his 
body, and when I wanted to kiss some more I moved back 
down. 

Maybe it was because I was so in control, and because 
he was so gentle and attentive, that I had my first 
ever orgasm from someone touching my breasts alone. 
(Yes, it is possible.) I was really blown away by all 
of this! At one point I moved up over his face. I held 
his head in place with my hands and was treated to a 
bit of heaven that I had never reached before.

His body had really responded to mine. His penis was 
very hard, and on the small side, certainly smaller 
than average. Still, at that moment there was nothing 
that I wanted more. I guided him and he easily moved 
inside me. I was totally in charge of the movements and 
I made love to him slowly and deliberately. 

My rhythm was completely broken by the most intense 
orgasm that I could remember ever having and that's 
when he gently rolled me over and continued to rock his 
body into mine. His control was unbelievable! He seemed 
to know me so well and I'd swear that he timed his 
orgasm to mine! 

Afterward he and I remained naked, laid on the blanket, 
cuddled, kissed, and talked for about an hour. We were 
dressed by the time the sun was starting to set, and he 
was very careful to have me back in town before 7:00. I 
didn't want to get out of the car. 

I desperately wanted to share his bed that night, and 
all the nights after that. This was the closest I had 
ever been to sharing my deception with anyone. But I 
couldn't. It would ruin everything and I believed (and 
believe) very strongly that you cannot have a 
relationship with anything less than complete honesty. 
And this one would have been built on a lie.

So there it is. I fell in love with this man. A 50+ 
year old balding man with an unremarkable body was on 
that day (and many days after) my perfect match. Losing 
touch with Harold is to this day one of my greatest 
regrets.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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