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The summer I turned 18 I decided to take my shiny new driver’s license on a road trip to San Francisco and bum around CA for a week or so. I stayed at my uncle’s place in San Jose and didn’t get into SF until a few days after my arrival. Once I’d arrived I soon realized that my Phoenix-grown navigational skills were no match for the jungle that is the streets of San Francisco.

Near sundown I found myself on a garbage-strewn public beach with no idea how to get out of the city. I guess I looked lost, because a seventyish Polish man came up and asked about my wellbeing. He offered to drive part of the route himself, with me following in my car behind him. He just needed to drop his mentally very special son off at home first.

So I sat on a block wall and waited for the old man to come back. Soon enough he was back, with some neat candy that had Polish written all over. We stood together and chatted while sharing the candy. Apparently his wife was a motorcycle mechanic, hard and perpetually greasy – not dainty, youthful and sweet like I was.

See, I was naive and an innocent, but not stupid. I knew what he wanted; I also knew the best that anyone else would do for me would be to draw me a map, and I had one already. I needed him. When he put his hand in the small of my back, I just smiled shyly and edged closer. I leaned into his touch when he slid it up my back to toy with the wispy hairs at the nape of my neck.

The ancient soon pulled me to him with both arms and I was pressed full-length against him. The muscles of his arms and shoulders were surprisingly firm. We spent a considerable stretch of time in this position as he kissed me thoroughly, fondling my bottom with one hand while continuing to stroke my neck with the other.

When he felt the moment was right he used his free hand to guide my own to the front of his trousers and encouraged me to explore. I was persuaded to allow him to do the same; it wasn’t difficult since he was a fantastic kisser. Eventually both of us reached orgasm, still fully clothed and in sight of any pbumersby.

Our conversation during the period after was very cordial and no more explicit than one would expect speech between a kindly elder and a young girl to be. Before we got into our respective cars he even made me a balloon animal: a pregnant dog. Then as he had promised the old man drove in front of me to San Jose. By 9 PM I was home, with time to show the toy to my cousins before they were tucked into bed.

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Yes – 18 year old me agreed to take part in some heavy petting in public with a seventy year old man so that he’d show me the way home. My first orgasm with another person, yay!