The hardest part of being me is meeting women outside of the resort, outside of the Lifestyle, and outside of the... well inside of the norm from their point of view. None of my girlfriends quite equalled this one. Mind you, none of my girlfriend stories have happy endings, but this one stood by me for four years and hid her jealousy and true intents until the day she left me. But in the beginning, it was all good. 

I met her while I was working as an on-site sales person and she worked at a private Christian school that will remain nameless. She was 44, I was 39 and she was going through a divorce with her husband of 20 years. Her three boys went to school there and she was what people referred to as "a good girl".

Word got back to me that she liked me and, although I was attracted to her, I was very reluctant to pursue her. The next time I saw her, we talked for an hour and I eventually broke and asked her to dinner. We had a nice dinner and pleasant conversation. She wore a long gray skirt that clung to her thin body like a glove. It perfectly wrapped around her small, shapely ass such that I could tell she was in thong underwear.

We sat on a bench by the lake and she kissed me. My reluctance still endured; I was not going to start anything, because I knew where I would finish it. She straddled me and sat atop my lap kissing me so passionately that I was instantly aroused. My cock throbbed against my blue jeans letting me know that if he had fingers and could work a zipper, we would be inside her already. Still to date, she's the only woman that ever made me wait. 

The kiss was enough to let me know that she was super horny and needed what I had to offer. I put together a plan to scare her off or reel her in - no secrets style. On our second date, she took me to her friend's apartment who watched her kids. Her friend was a 72-year-old widow and super cool. We all got high and she proceeded to ask the one question that I had planned to divulge on that date.

"So, you live in Lutz; Have you ever been to...?" she began, referring to Paradise Lakes.

"I'm a member there. I used to live there for a short time, but she doesn't know anything about that."

Whenever we would tell this story together, my soon-to-be next ex-girlfriend would interject, "And these two start bantering back and forth like they've known each other all their lives."

I turned to her in the middle of the conversation and said, "By the way hunny, I'm a nudist." (my pet name "hunny" is spelled like that in honor of my boy, Winnie the Pooh).

What she had forgotten was her nanny and her husband, when he was alive, used to go to Lake Como. Lake Como is a traditional nudist club that was the first in Pasco County. That was almost too easy. The second date was going to be the Lifestyle bombshell. The story isn't as interesting, but I managed to squeeze in the fact the she "had something in common with the other women I date.

The fourth date was the biggie - yes, bigger than LS. She came up to the room that I was renting at the time and looked around at the few things I had on my dresser. On a volleyball trophy, there hung a name badge from the AVNs in Vegas earlier that year. Although they misspelled Warren Piece my porn name, as Warren Peace, my nom d' plume; she commented on the name.

"Cute" she said, subtly.

"See that AVN?" I proceeded towards the third confession, "Do you know what that is?"

She did not.

"Adult Video News Awards" BOOOM! "I do porn."

"Porn Schmorn. Let's see what you got." (exact words - mix in the New England accent and you can hear her.)

While my plan was to scare her off, her plan was to get the dick on the fourth date. Actually, it was to get married, but that's the end of the whole story.

Well, the daylight shone through my thin curtains so there was no need for lighting. Her passionate kiss was welcomed with a knowing that this was the moment. She knew everything I needed her to know and she still wanted to have sex. I pulled her blouse over her head to reveal a rather plain, padded bra. I hate bras. But when I took the bra off, she had far less than what was represented.

I love little titties and she had perfect nipples that stood at attention like they knew what I was about to do. Her boobs were less than an A-cup and I was in heaven. I suckled and coddled each breast to the rhythm of her moans.

Titty orgasms are awesome. She was definitely thin. Just my type. I can't even remember if she had my clothes off yet, but I wanted to please her like she had never felt before. Her bare ass was just as beautiful as I had imagined. She had not learned the glory of a shaven pussy yet, but that would come. She did trim her hair back and it grew back as quickly as she could groom. But she presented her pussy to me in as pristine condition as she knew how. I savored the moistness of her lips, darting my tongue in and out of her slit before sliding upwards to her clit. I remembered my lesson many years earlier: "suck it like it's a little dick". 

This good girl loved to cum and she loved sex. While I'm pretty sure we used a condom the first time, it wasn't long before I was pumping my cum inside her and on her and in her mouth. She confessed that she had only been with three men before me. I thought to myself, "Now you've been with 200 women."

Over the next few weeks, I put her in the tub and shaved her bald - she never went back to hairy. I also discovered that she liked ass play and became the first man to fuck her in the ass. Good God, I thought she came hard vaginally! WOW! So, I had to get her DP'ed. And I knew just the guy. After years of being the single guy in the DP mix, I was finally gonna be the one in love. But that's another story.