I was 38 and had just ended a ltr that had turned sower. I was looking to get out of town and do something different. I saw an add for a morning manager of the coffee shop at a winter resort. I applied and after a phone interview I went out to the resort. The job included pay, tips, and most importantly a room in the employee quarters free of charge, with laundry facilities. I took the job.

Not long after I got there I found out that during the high season, invitations for various positions at the resorts were sent all over the country to colleges and universities, for men and women to fill the various jobs, from bell boys to waitresses. When the high season started the place was inundated with young men and women. I had never been surrounded by so many young women, they were all there, and like me they stayed in the employee quarters, two to a room.

Lots of hormones and lots of young women and I started to get my interest back in a sexual relationship. Basically I got horny. My preference has always been towards artistic types, I like girls with an opinion but not an attitude, girls who want to look like girls. I have never been attracted to girls who are neither this or that, and not to girls who want to look like men. And here I was surrounded by a hundred young women, and I had one of the few single rooms.

Competing against me for the attention of these girls was Brad. Brad was a ski instructor, 23 and very handsome, and he had a way with women, he could get a young women to be just about as fast as I had ever seen. His goal was never to sleep alone at night.

One evening I found Brad outside and I stopped him and started a conversation. I told him I was like him, I liked them young and just off the vine. I needed him to help me identify girls who would be interested in advances from me, a girl who didn't want to get along with a man. Sort of separate the wheat from the chaff. I had to spell it out to him, I liked young women, I ate pussy just like him.

Brad said he couldn't be of much help, and he just didn't know what to do with the information that I had just given him. I said to him, I am and have been since my earliest days, a girl who finds the company of girls to her liking. But now I was approaching 40 and most of the girls liked hanging out with other girls, not a 40 year old dyke. But a 40 year old dyke likes a young girl in her prime, no different than a horny ski instructor. Help me find that girl.

The girl he flagged was a quiet type, she worked in the main dining room, she had a good reputation as far as I could tell, she worked nights and I worked days and that was a problem. But I zeroed in on her and found moments to talk to her and make her my friend. She was there to earn money for college, the tips in main dining room were always good. She had worked there the winter season of the year before. No she wasn't attached, what between school and working she didn't have time.

When I touched her hand she asked me what was I doing? I apologized, but took her hand just the same and told her she had nice hands. I touched her hair, I put my finger on her lips. I told her that I had a single room. I told her I was attracted to her. I told her that there wasn't much time or space to get to know her, so I was inviting her up to my room when she got off and she could get in bed with me and I would show her why I liked girls and why I liked her. During my speech she didn't take her hand away from mine. When I got up to leave her I told her in a forceful but quiet voice, this was a place where girls like her and me needed to stay together, we needed to sleep together.

I felt that I had come on to strong. But I was surprised. She came by my room when she got off work at eleven. She was prettier to me at that moment. She was uncomfortable, a bit shy. I told her that we needed to get together, to get naked, to make out and eat some pussy, we needed to fuck and was she ok with that. She let me undress her, and she let me lay her on my bed, and she let me go down on her. She let me kiss her, and she let me pass my hands all over her. I asked her if she was all right.

She was quiet and had a hard time giving back. But she allowed herself to touched and kissed and allowed me to eat her out. She liked some stuff, and some stuff made her hold back. She didn't have much experience, some but not much. I took it slow, and she went along. For the rest of that winter season I had someone to sleep with. When I got up early to go down and get my morning shift started she would go back to her room to sleep. We had those few precious hours between around 11:30 and 3:30 in the morning. As the season went on she got more and more comfortable being naked with me and me being naked with her. She allowed herself to be kissed and to have her breasts touched, kissed and massaged. She allowed herself to be eaten, where at first she held her legs closed tight. She told me about how it was when she was in school and how the girl she liked never paid attention to her. She told me that she had not met anyone at college. I told her that was all fine, now when she went back to college she would be ready to let some dyke have her and eat her all up. And when our season was over she went back to college and I went back to L.A.

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by Anonymous on Jul 13, 2018 at 12:08 AM

How come you're 38 at the beginning and 40 later on? Total BS.

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by Anonymous on Dec 9, 2018 at 6:26 AM

Clearly written by a man.

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