I'm on an international standards writing committee and had to fly to San Francisco for one of our bi-annual committee meetings in late October, 1989. This was two weeks after the devastating Loma Prieta earthquake there. I was alone on the trip and looked forward to engaging in some sexual adventures while I was there.
I spent the first night walking around the downtown area seeing the sights and let me tell you, there were a lot of sights to see. Nude bars, gay bars, lesbian bars, gentleman's clubs, massage parlors, and streetwalkers/prostitutes of every sex, age and color. I wasn't interested in bringing any of the prostitutes back to my room and a short time with a massage parlor girl wasn't exactly what I was looking for so I decided to pick up a men's magazine at the local store and read the sex stories in it while I stroked my cock to a nice relaxing orgasm.
While looking through the magazine I found an advertisement for a swingers club in Oakland, Ca, just across the bay from where I was staying. I had always wanted to attend an event like that so I dropped my cock and grabbed the telephone to give them a call. They didn't have any more openings for their party that night but said they would love to have me come to their party the next night. I gave them my name, got directions and saved my cum for the next night.
After my committee meeting the next day I went back to my room to shower and shave in preparation for the party that night. I drove across the bay bridge to Oakland about 8:00 p.m., and found the house easily enough with the directions they had given me the night before. I left all my valuables locked in the car since I didn't know what to expect inside and headed for the front door of the house. I had some huge butterflys in my stomach and was both nervous and excited at the same time. I knocked on the door and tried to keep my knees from knocking as I attempted to look cool and worldly, as if I attended these parties all the time. LOL