Obligatory this didn't happen recently. This happened about ten years ago. I'm typing this out on my phone so I apologize for any errors.
When I was a teen, I had a thing about calling these phone chat lines. They were in the wee early days of the internet. They were almost like chatrooms but on the phone. I first saw an ad for one late at night watching TV.
Long time reader, first time poster. First some background: I am a middle-aged married black man, having a long-term affair with a middle-aged married white woman. Let's call her Ellen. She's a hot, curvy piece of ass with a set of giant 36-J boobs (that her husband doesn't fully appreciate; go figure). She has been itching to document some of our sexual exploits on reddit, but she wanted to firewall herself from the full internet firehose, and obviously remain anonymous. Thus, I find myself here as her proxy of sorts.
A year after I’d graduated from college I was back in my college town to visit some old friends. Of course we all got drunk and went out to the townie bars. My college town was more like a village that tripled in size during the school year, so everybody knows almost everybody.
One of my side jobs is working security for an events center that hosts receptions, charity fund raisers, wine tastings, etc… These events draw a lot of beautiful women of all ages and often in varying states of sobriety. The field is usually ripe for at least a quickie in a store room or a one-nighter. I worked a wine tasting over the weekend, filled with lovelies all dressed up and gulping overpriced shitty seasonal vinos.
