Angie Ch.-1
By Crawl2
A few years ago, just after I turned forty, three of my friends invited me to play in a golf scramble for a local benefit. On the fourth hole stood four young ladies giving away beers and watching to see if anyone hit a hole in one for their car give-a-way. Angie is the only woman I even noticed. I wasn't intentionally being rude to the others, it's just that Angie got my full attention. She was twenty-five with dark hair and blue eyes. She wore shorts, a lose blouse and a baseball cap. She wasn't dressed to catch anyone's attention, but she did catch mine. I looked directly into her eyes and told her she was gorgeous. She smiled and we talked a few minutes. I didn't really think she had an interest in me, primarily because of our age difference, but I told her that I would really like to meet her for a drink or two that night. She accepted and we met.
Sitting in the bar a few minutes early I noticed her strolling across the parking lot as if walking down a model's runway. She wore a tan mini skirt, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I told a friend of mine in the bar that she was my date. He said, "Don't you wish?"
Imagine his surprise when she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
We had a few drinks and were trying to decide if we wanted to hit one of the local dance bars.
Angie said, "we could do that, or we could just go to your place. I would invite you to mine, but my roommate told me she had a hot date coming over tonight."
"Let's go," was all I could manage to say.
That night I found out she was the most sensual and sexual woman I'd ever met. She didn't play any games. Her sexual desire matched or maybe even exceeded my own. She asked me if I always dated younger women. I explained that I rarely went out with women her age, but that there was an advantage to it from my viewpoint. When she asked me what it was, I simply explained that women my age either couldn't keep up sexually or didn't have the desire to keep up.
She laughed and told me I needed to explain.
"Simply stated, I like to have sex daily and when time permits, like a long weekend or vacation, I enjoy it more than a single time in a day. There are other factors as well that have to do with adventures or you know, something different."
Angie said, "I can keep up and I plan on it."
The age difference was a factor, not for sex, but for a true relationship. We became FB's and did for a couple of years. It was nice and it went both ways. Anytime either of us didn't have anything, or anyone, else to do we called each other.
She's a bit of an exhibitionist and that's something I enjoy watching her do. We spent long weekends away from the day to day grind and I found out her keeping up with me wasn't an issue. She has multiple climaxes and I enjoy getting her off. Within an eighteen-hour period she got me off eight times, which was and is a personal best for me. The last time that evening I told her there wasn't a possibility I could go again. She proved me wrong by introducing me to a snowblower. If you're not familiar with the term, she gave me a blowjob with a mouth full of crushed ice. It was much different than anything I'd experienced in that area, but it worked.
Angie told me three months after we met that there wasn't anything sexual I could come up with that she wouldn't do with or for me. I told her that I had a very vivid imagination in that department, and I was sure I'd find something before long that she'd back away from. I didn't in over two years.
About four months into our relationship I got the idea to go on an island vacation to the Caribbean. I'd like to tell you the name of the island, but I'm more interested in protecting her and the others involved. That is where our wild and out of the ordinary sex began.
I wasn't sure about hitting her with a few of my ideas, so I decided to set something up without her knowledge. If it didn't work out...no harm, no foul.
We met a cab driver the first day who ended up taking us everywhere we went for the week. His name was Alfonzo, Fonz for short. He was a good-looking guy about thirty years old and had several talents. In addition to driving a cab, he played in a band and was a photographer. He did mostly wedding photography.
Fonz and I sat at the bar and talked while Angie lay by the pool. I told him I wanted to play a round of golf, but there was more to it than that. He explained the island was in a draught and the golf course wasn't in good condition, so nobody really wanted to play it. I told him that might work out perfectly for my plan. I wasn't interested in golf because I could play that back home anytime.
He asked me what I had in mind and how he could help.
"What I'm interested in is taking Angie to the golf course where she will wear a short skirt with nothing under it and a see-through blouse. I would like to have her photographed both posing and action shots. I'm interested in getting graphic photos. I would also like for a couple of guys to accidentally join us. I mean after we start playing a couple of guys catch up with us and we will ask them if they would like to join us. Do you have a couple of friends who would be interested in playing along?"
Fonz laughed. "I've lived on this island all my life. I probably know two dozen friends who would jump at the chance. Let me see which two I could recommend. Are you sure you want to do this?"