This story is fiction. However, I watched a "talk show" on TV where two women were being interviewed. The women represented a local organization of women to visit prison inmates for sex. They were suggesting other women could volunteer to join their organization. That much is true. I don't remember which city or state they were from.
I am a divorced thirty year old girl named Betty. One evening while I was at home, my good friend, Francis, rang my door bell. We talked for awhile, then she finally got around to the subject why she was here in person.
She looked a little shy as she said, "Did you see the TV show about a group of girls going to the local penitentiary to visit some of the inmates?"
"No, I didn't see it. Why did they go there?"
She explained, "Maybe you already know that a wife can privately visit her husband in the penitentiary."
"Yes, I've read that a wife is allowed to visit her husband for sex on rare occasions. The prisoner must be a model prisoner to deserve the visit. Prison officials think this helps keep peace among prisoners and prevents some of the violence."
Francis seemed to hesitate and I was beginning to wonder where this conversation was leading.
Then she continued, "Maybe you didn't know that prison officials will let girls other than wives visit the convicts."
"Do you mean they can pay for prostitutes?"
"No, no, not that. Let me tell you about the TV show I saw. It was about an organization of women who voluntarily go visit the prisoners. They feel as if they are doing something for society by helping to rehabilitate the prisoners and keep them happy. A girl can join this organization and be scheduled to visit a prisoner in private."
I was astounded. "Who would want to meet a complete stranger, possibly a violent man, under conditions like that."
"There isn't any violence. Prison officials select only those men who conduct themselves like gentlemen."
"How do you know about all of this."
Now Francis hesitated and looked down at the floor. She looked up to say, "I've joined the ladies organization and have been to the prison. Last week, I met a black man in private for two hours. I thought you might be interested. It is for a good cause."
Francis continued to explain what happened.
I was flabbergasted. My good friend had been to the prison to have sex with a complete stranger. She was paired with a black man in the prison who had not had sex for two years. He was very sexually primed and she thoroughly enjoyed having several orgasms with him.
Francis kept talking about how exciting it was and thought I would like it too. By the time she left, I had agreed to go with her the next time she went.
I received a letter in the mail from the ladies organization to fill out a form. I was asked if I wanted a man my age, younger or older. Also, would I accept white or black. Since I felt I was going to do something for society, I marked down white, black or any race and any age. In the remarks section, I wrote that I wanted a very clean and neat looking man. I included a picture of myself and mailed the application. I soon received an answer that I was accepted.
I was rather nervous when the evening arrived for me to go with Francis to the prison. The literature I received suggested I wear a dress. I put on some frilly looking panties and bra. I decided to wear thigh high hose to make my legs look sexy.
Francis and I arrived at the outer gate and showed the guard our identity. We were ushered into a lounge where there were three other girls waiting. Two of them were wearing wedding rings and during the conversation, they talked excitedly about seeing their husbands. One of the girls was black. That left the three of us to meet complete strangers.
The two wives were called and were escorted into another room while Francis and I sat and waited. A few minutes later, Francis was escorted into another room and I began to wonder why I was here. Maybe I should leave, but then the remaining girl started making conversation with me. This was her third time to be here and told me everything was going to be alright.
I was wondering if I would be paired with a black man. Then I heard the prison attendant call my name. I got up and was escorted into another room to be introduced to Steve. I thought he was about my age and rather handsome. He was a big muscular white man. The attended said that we should sit down at a table to get acquainted for fifteen minutes.
Steve told me he was divorced with two kids who were living with his ex-wife. He had been in prison for five years and had another five to go. I decided to not ask why he was in prison and he didn't volunteer. He said it was a very lonesome life without women and he very much appreciated my volunteering to be with him. He had looked forward to this night for at least six months when he was told he could have a girl if he had a good attitude about prison life and didn't cause any trouble. Already I was beginning to feel sorry for the guy and wanted to be nice to him.
The prison attendant interrupted us to say, "Your fifteen minutes are up, now follow me."
We were escorted down a small hallway passing several doors. The attendant stopped at one door, took out a key, and unlocked it.
The attendant said, "You have two hours. I'll knock on your door fifteen minutes before your time is up to give you time to dress. Steve, if you are not prompt to leave, you know you will have some bad marks to go in your record."
Steve politely said, "Yes mam, I understand."
Steve let me walk in front of him as we entered the very small room. There was one chair, a three quarter size bed, a commode, a sink, and a place to hang our clothes. The attendant shut the door behind us. Now I was in this small room with a complete stranger. I shouldn't say he was a complete stranger because I just finished a fifteen minute conversation with him.
Steve smiled at me, but acted very shy as if he was afraid to make advances. I decided I had to take the lead.
I said, "This looks like a comfortable bed, let's sit on it."
As we sat down side by side, I put my arm around his waist. This prompted him to put his arm around me.
