The Story Continues...............................................PWP....The Vegas Showgirl
Just to refresh everyone's memory and if there are new readers I should tell them PWP stands for Parents with out Partners. If you have a child and have no partner you can join PWP. Almost every community of any size has one. The odds are quite good for men. Our Monterey, California chapter had 12 women for every man and most men were kind of old and over the hill.
My second year, they voted me President of the Monterey Chapter. From my point of view it was a small heaven. Guess you could say, I didn't go without......ever.
I should say right now, my disclaimer.....if you are put off my vivid descriptions of sexual acts, stop reading right now. I always say that to insure a good readership.
The woman I am writing about this time is Connie and ex Las Vegas show girl.
The first time she attended a PWP meeting she came in wearing a tight fitting blue business suit, there was silence while she took her seat. Every eye was on her as she
wiggled a bit to get comfortable. She could have killed flies with the .big black fake eye lashes she had on.
Well, now, let's get on with the meeting. Sometimes we had folks come by our meetings that would entertain us or show us a skill. That night we had a man that was teaching us points on our feet that would help us relax. Guess who's feet he touched first?
It looked like a football huddle. All the men were bending over the get a good look.
He asked her to take off her stocking. Bless her heart, she was wearing red garters.
As he touched her feet and explained how he could relax her stress points we sighed.
I didn't see Connie for over month after that, she kind of disappeared for a while. One of my lady friends called one Sunday and asked if I want to play some Volleyball and that Connie would be there. Yes! I sure would.
When we arrived, there was Connie in jeans and a T shirt. My Oh My! Before the afternoon was over, I asked her to have dinner with me . She agreed, but she picked the restraint and time. She would bring her nine year old son with her. Fine by me.
We had 3 of these dinners, but nothing became of it. I did not call her again.
A month later, she called me and asked if I wanted to come over for a while.
To be continued............................................................................
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