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Part 4: Bend-Over. I'll drive.
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Part 4: Bend-Over. I'll drive. The next morning, after posting an ad on craigslist, communicating with the men who contacted me about giving me a tour of Bend-Over (detailed in Part 1 quotBendOver I39ll drivequot, Part 2 BendOver I39ll drive and Part 3 BendOver I'll drive), I got in touch with my half-sister Brenda (who's lived in Bend, OR, about three years.) The younger from my dad's second marriage, I didn't grow up with Brenda and used to visit her family just two weeks a year. I hadn't seen her since her wedding 11 years earlier. I'd never met her two sons, ages seven and 10. I asked by text if she and her boys might like to go river rafting with me since my dad had bought tickets. Brenda said "yes," so we were on for the next day. Sam, the "tour guide," who'd picked me up from the airport and toured me around Bend the day before, texted to ask if there were any veggies I don't eat. I asked if that was an important piece of information or if he were thinking of asking me to dinner. He said the latter. He was planning to make curried veggies with chicken and rice and "see how our schedules fall" for a time to meet and eat, perhaps on Monday. "I love curry," I thought. "Maybe we'll meet again." I rented a bike, rode around for a couple hours in the warm sun and then found my way to the the free afternoon concert at the Les Schwab Amphitheatre, an activity recommended by one of the men who'd written me in response to my ad seeking adventure on craigslist. See Part 1 quotBendOver I39ll drivequot, Part 2 BendOver I39ll drive and Part 3 BendOver I'll drive),for more. Since Tim, the guy who'd suggested the concert was 36 (a bit young for me at 54!) said he rode a scooter all around (and I couldn't see myself on the back of a scooter with a 36-year-old guy), I'd replied, "I don't think so" to his offer of meeting. However, when I found myself at the concert, I texted him to say, if he wanted, we could meet there. He immediately texted back that he was on his way and would bring dessert. I wondered if that were a reference to the idea that I could top off my day by sucking his cock, but I decided to wait without prejudice. Tim and I talked for four hours straight. We talked about the business he'd created selling non-dairy, vegan, gluten-free, organic AND locally sourced cheesecake. The legal pot dispensaries were among his customers, offering a healthy option for weed-induced munchies. Tim brought two samples in an insulated freezer bag. The blueberry cheesecake, with a texture sort of like ice cream (it is eaten half-frozen) was excellent. The mango-strawberry flavor didn't excite my palate. We talked about my work as a Sex Coach and Pro Domina. He told me about how he'd ended up in Bend-Over, OR. He'd been shipped out by wealthy relatives after the death of his parents to Mt. Bachelor Academy, a school for "troubled ," which was really no more than a brainwashing facility. You can google the name and find stories about the life-shattering experiences of former students and the multi-million dollar lawsuits against the now-closed school. Honestly, I liked Tim a lot: super nice, intelligent, muscular, fit body, sweet smile. He said he'd like to try nude sunbathing with me but neither of us knew where that was possible. I contemplated whether I could take off my clothes for someone who was born the year I started college.I paid for the beers and appetizers because I was pretty sure that I made more money selling cheesecake (T&A) than he did. He encouraged me to stay another couple days, something I was considering. We agreed we might meet up again though I couldn't figure out when except between 4 and 8 am when he finished making cheesecake and before he started delivery to customers. That's a time when I prefer to be sound asleep! I rode my rented bike back to my home away from home, took a shower and flirted by text with James, a physical therapist in his late 40s, who had some cool tats in the torso photo he sent me. I decided I could trek down to The Old Mill once more to meet him for a walk along the river, but I was pretty tired by then from a day in the sun, beer and a couple of hours of toying with the idea of fucking a youngster. But, the truth is, I just wasn't feelin' it with the guys I'd met. Except for Sam, the first day's tour guide. I got no vibe from him about seeking sex, which made me curious: "Why wouldn't he want to have sex with me?" The biggest hook: I am attracted to unavailable men. Though he made himself available at first to provide what I needed, Sam didn't press for more, more, more. Instead, he backed off. Take note, men. This is a strategy that works. Move toward a woman who interests you, then back off and allow her to pursue you. Which, you will soon learn, is what I did. {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 |
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