WARNING: MILD SEXUAL CONTENT

I drove a Panamera to a woman’s house in the Lake Oswego area, with the idea that it was going to be something like a limousine service to take her to the airport.  When I arrived she soon called me from inside and said she wouldn’t be ready for another 15 minutes or so.  Rather than just hang out, I decided to do a bit of an excursion.  I drove from her place along the south side of the lake, uphill on South Shore Blvd., but after getting a few minutes away I realized that if I got too far away then I would risk being late on my return trip.  So I turned around.  I remember having some doubt along the way about the exact route back to the house; there were several options and I just considered each of them and wondered if one was significantly better than the others.  I seemed to feel like they were all roughly the same.  I got to the ‘T’ intersection with Lakeview Blvd.; an older guy coming to a stop from the left side basically misjudged his stopping distance, so ended up rolling the stop sign and not coming to a full stop until he was well into the intersection.  He paused there, probably trying to figure out whether to just keep going or wait for other cars, etc, but I didn’t feel like being patient for him.  I decided to effectively cut the corner by driving behind him.

I soon arrived back at the lady’s house, and then I went inside, anticipating I would be helping out with loading her luggage.  Then a woman came out from behind an ornamental screen that divided the room, like a portable partition to make a larger room into two smaller areas, one side being more private like a bedroom, and the other more public like a living room.  She acknowledged I had arrived, then suddenly there was a younger girl who appeared.  There was contrast between the ‘client’ lady having an average-build, probably 40-something, with short boyish hair and not much care for aesthetics and this younger girl, who I suspect was probably a daughter in her early 20’s, wearing a bit of makeup, with a fitter physique, and medium length blond hair.  It was weird, but the daughter seemed to be almost offering herself to me; not in an overtly sexual way, but just a general sense like she was for me to make use of her, if I was so inclined, like a live doll I guess.  I gave her a hug and picked her up, and she was surprisingly heavy, much more than I would have judged by her size and shape, and her butt was rock hard.

There was a transition to another part of the house, which was in a long hallway.  I stood there for a moment to just make a note of that fact, and looked toward the opposite end and noticed light shining in through some windows.  Then I went into an adjacent bedroom with another doll-like young girl who was quite similar to the blond girl I had encountered earlier; the main difference was that this girl was a brunette though.  As I felt like the situation was essentially inviting me to ‘use’ the girl like a sex doll (so strange, that; I certainly don’t fantasize about sex as such a 1-sided affair), I decided to give it a quick go.  So I just turned her around, flipped up her skirt and bent her over.  There was a brief moment of sex, but then I noticed that the bedroom door was open and there were a couple pre-teenaged boys standing outside the doorway, just gawking.  So we paused for a moment, not wanting to make a big scene or give the boys too much fodder for psychotherapy later in life.  Then the girl made the one and only comment I can recall, which was something like “Oh no, now I’m taking all my cues from you,” as if she was realizing suddenly that she was acting too passively, all within my ‘frame’ instead of her own.  Then she suddenly started acting more sexually frisky, more independently minded, more assertive, and was then straddling me, naked on the bed, gripping my D and about to make it disappear.  That switch in her certainly made the experience more exciting for me, so I was pleased, but that was the end of it.

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