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Tallie's First Older Friend, shhhhh :)  

AlyTal 32M/28F  
290 posts
6/26/2021 9:23 pm
Tallie's First Older Friend, shhhhh :)

This is something from my private journal, and event that occurred a few years ago when I was 19. Anyone is invited to comment however they wish. // Tallie

Tallie's Private Journal
February 18 20
Sections: Life, Friends, Sexual

I want to record something that I experienced last year, my junior year of college, when I was 19. (A lot of times people ask me why and how I was able to graduate from U of H at age 20. I have covered this in my journal before, but I will do it one more time. I graduated from U of H at an early age simply because my academic achievements through middle and were enough to allow the administrators to let skip my sophomore year of . The result was I was able to enter university age , and I graduated when I was 20. Simple enough.)

During my junior year in college I was not at U of H because… my father had recently retired from the Navy at age 57, and for the next few years until he turned 65 he worked at various civilian jobs as a consultant to the Navy in different parts of the world. During the summer after my sophomore year at U of H was working Galveston, TX, and that's when he had his first heart attack. We tried to get him to come home to Oahu to recover when he got of the hospital Houston, but he refused and was intent on completing the project job Galveston so he wouldn't get negative marks for not completing his contract with the Navy. He was also worried that both my older brother and I were in college at the time, my brother was in post grad , and was worried about our expenses. My and the rest of us talked to him until we were blue in the but he was determined to stay on the job Galveston. The result of our subsequent family meeting was my election to transfer to the U of Houston because I had good credits to do that, I was the one flexible enough to do it, and I wanted to do it because the family felt like somebody should be there close to in case he got sick again. So a few days later I packed my knap sack and hauled my buttowski to Houston to complete my enrollment for my junior year. At first I was determined not to like it, but I was wrong about that, and I did like Houston. I wanted to be there for if he needed , and it didn't take long and I learned that Houston is a party town. Lol
  
During the time I was going to U of Houston the year I was there I didn't live with my Dad who lived at Clear Lake City south of Houston on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico.  I lived with three other college girls in a condo over on Galveston Island just west of the City of Galveston. I was not at all impressed with the Gulf of Mexico because the ocean was a dirty green color that generally made me uneasy because you can't see anything in the water and that made me nervous. I knew there were small sharks not to far out that generally wouldn't bother anybody but there was always the possibility of mistakes because I knew they would frequently chase little fish up close to the beach. My brother, a chamion Hawaiian surfer, had always told me if a shark was going to<b> bite </font></b>me I should<b> bite </font></b>them first. Yeah right! In Hawaiian waters you can generally see them, but in the Gulf you can't see them and have no idea they are even there. I didn't like the Gulf, except for the smaller surf that I could lay down in on the beach and enjoy the water rushing over my body that felt good.
 
After I got to Houston I realized how different it was to live on the mainland.  The Galvestonians it an island but as far as I was concerned it was still the mainland that was separated by a big bridge.  One of the ways I kept myself from getting homesick was by walking on the beach whenever I could.  Because I went to five days a week during the day I could walk on the beach night during the major part of the week, which was discouraged by the local authorities, they didn't want people on the beach night unless they were fishing, but I did it anyway by being careful to stay of sight of others.
 
The other girls and I lived in a condo complex, and after I finished my homework it would usually be late at night.  I would walk the side door, drop my clothes on the steps, and walk down the little narrow greenway between the condos and down around and through the big culvert the road and onto the beach.  All I wore was my tennis shoes, and I would take my shoes off when I got to the beach and I would put them in some salt grass where nobody would see them.  Naked and barefoot after dark I walked down the beach on the surf line unless or until I could see the night fishermen on the beach ahead of me who usually had a light on, and if they didn't have a light on I could usually see them anyway.  When I saw someone fishing I would turn and walk back into the dunes, and walk around the fishermen and then I would walk back to the surf line and continue on my way.  I did that 2-3 times a week.  I would walk for about a mile or so and then turn around and go back, and by the time I got back into the condo I was relaxed, and sleepy, and I would go to bed and sleep like a rock.  Walking on the beach there late at night was sort of my thinking and dreaming time.  It was also sort of a turn on to walk nude right out in the open even though it was dark and no one could see me or know that I was there.  I had done that for years already where I grew up on Sunset Beach on Oahu and that was the way I overcame being homesick.
 
One night I was walking when it was really extra dark.  There was no moon, and the was overcast but not raining, and with no street lights down on that part of the highway.  I was walking in the sand just above the surf, and I almost walked right into a fisherman.  By accident I walked right up on the guy.  The man and I did not see each other until we were about ft. apart, and we saw each other the same time, and it startled both of us.  The man was in a squatting position fooling with a fishing pole, and he jumped up quickly and loudly exclaimed, "Omigod!  A mermaid!"  The way he just blurted it made it funny, thank goodness, because it lightened the moment of my sudden fear, and I laughed loud his loud remark, and then he laughed, and we stood there for a moment laughing together.  The way it happened was actually funny to both us. 
 
The moment of humor made me feel like I was safe enough because I knew I could outrun the guy if I had to, and we just stood there looking each other for another moment.  I was not trying to hide myself like a squeamish prude and I didn't know what to say so I just stuck my hand and said, ", Tallie."  The man took off his old hat, stepped forward, and stuck his hand and said, "Howdy, my name is Denver, Denver Collins.  ... ah, pleased to meet you."  I apologized to him for walking up on him in the dark and startling him, and he asked me if I drank coffee and he offered me a cup from his thermos bottle in the back of his truck a few feet away.  He got an old denim jacket of the front of the truck and gave it to , and I put it on and we sat on the tailgate of his old truck and we drank the coffee together and chatted lightly.  He asked if I lived in one of the condos across the road, and I guess he could tell I was uneasy with his question so he added, "Don't worry, I am 76 years old, and my passion of yesteryear is over and my passion now is fishing."  He was just a nice old man and I decided I would like him.  When I finished my cup of coffee I gave back his jacket and bid him good night, and then I went on my way back to the condo.  Walking back I felt good about meeting the old guy.  I made a friend tonight, I remember thinking to myself, and after my shower I went to bed happy and slept good.  When I woke up in the morning I remembered it, and I thought about the funny way we met again, and I laughed again.  It was kind of cool.  I liked his name, Denver. 
 
Over the next month I saw him 4-5 times in various places up and down the beach fishing late at night.  He wasn't there every night, but he was there every week it seemed.  I would walk close enough to him so he could see I was there and he would wave and motion at me to tell me he had coffee ready.  If he looked like he was busy with his fishing I didn't bother him and I walked on by. 
 
In the month after that we got to be pretty good friends.  I would sit with him for an hour or even longer, and he would tell me the stories of his life.  He had been in the Korean Conflict as a man and he told all about that.  I told him about the effects of the Pearl Harbor bombing on the island people.  He told about his wife who had passed some years before.  He told me about his , two sons and a , and his many grandchildren, and I could tell that he was sad that they all lived far away in other states, to far away to visit often.  He had a couple of friends where he lived at Missouri City, average neighbor types, but for the most part he was alone.  I could tell he pretty much kept to himself, nobody hardly ever came to see him, and I felt sorry for him.  I told him that my family was one of the largest in all the Pacific Islands both north and south, and the reason it was so large, and I told him how my was in the royal line of the old Kings of Tahiti.  That was when he started calling Princess.  LOL  We talked together as friends.  The age difference didn't matter at all, and he talked to like an equal, and he even understood why I enjoyed walking naked on the beach night, and that is when I told him something that was rather sexy.
 
One night he asked me, "What do you think about when you walk, and dream your dreams?"  I was feeling kind of... nice, because I had not been wearing his old jacket for the last month, and when I sat and talked with him in the dark I remained naked, and he would straight in the eye as we talked, and he never made any sort of undue motion to take advantage of in any way.  I guess I was feeling mischievous because I told him something that was true, but I didn't have to go as far as I did in the telling.  He didn't stop me when I was talking, and he didn't ask me any questions, he just let me talk until I finished. 
 
I told him that sometimes when I walk on the beach at night I think about all the people, all the men and boys around the world who are touching the water in their part of the world at the same moment I am walking in the light surf of the Gulf.  I told him how I often sat down in the light surf to let the little waves wash up over me as I thought about all those males around the world touching their oceans with their hands, and their bodies.  I told them how my feelings would elevate quite nicely thinking about those men touching the water... and how their masculine feelings would come to me through the water all the way around the world, and I would open my legs to invite their feelings and enjoy the little waves as they would slap against me, washing over me, washing over my thighs and belly, and over my breasts, and up to my where I would open my mouth and taste them... the salt of their bodies they would send . 
 
He told that he understood my little dream, and he complimented me for being brave enough to tell him about it.  I said, "You are my friend, and I told you because you asked me."  After that there was nothing we couldn't talk about.  Sex, religion, politics, whatever.  Sometimes we would laugh together so much I would practically have tears coming out of my eyes, like when he told me how he was able to stop wearing short pants to church that his insisted he wear when he was four years old.  "How did you manage that at such a age?" I asked.  He told that one of his little friends in Sunday , another little had been making fun of him because he was wearing short pants (like Bermuda shorts with a matching jacket and tie), and the other little told him he looked like a .  That was the last straw.  He told in a very comical way how he got up and walked of the Sunday door, down the hall, and before he walked the door he unbuttoned, unzipped, and left the shorts laying in the hallway, and went the door and took off for home three blocks away.  He said his father caught up with him when he was half way home.  When his father questioned him he told him "I am not wearing those short pants to church again, and if somebody tries to make me do it not going to church."  He told how his father suddenly got a big smile on his , and his father said, "Stop walking for minute I need to do something."  When he told me his father stood there in the middle of the street a block from home, and took off his pants, and then took his little 's hand and they walked the rest of the way home, both of them pantless in their drawers... and I was howling with laughter because of the funny way he was telling it.  He continued telling me the rest of the story of how his and two siblings, and his grand parents, all of them lived together in the same house... came home, with the two mothers fit to be tied because of the way the men had walked down their holy roller Southern Baptist Street in their skivvies like it was nobody's business.  He told me that when the women came into the house protesting and yelling, his grandfather then took off his pants also, and the three of them, the four year old , the father, and the grandfather sat down at the kitchen table waiting for the women to serve lunch.  He told me how the three of them sat there eating lunch grinning, winking at each other while the two women sat there red faced and fuming but more/less obeying the instructions of their men to serve lunch, sit down, eat, and everything will be fine DEAR.  He told me how the last straw for the women came when lunch was over and he did what he was always supposed to do.  He got of his chair and stood there before the women, and he said, "Thank you , thank you grandmother, for such a wonderful lunch."  When he said that the two men couldn't hold it and they burst laughing loudly, and a moment later the women were laughing too.  He told me that thanks to his father and grandfather understanding his feelings, that was the last time he wore short pants to church.  LOL 
 
In May, just before the college year was over, I walked up to him one night, but he wasn't fishing.  He was just sitting there on the tailgate of his truck waiting for .  It was very unusual that he wasn't fishing.  I sat down beside him and he said, "I would like to ask you for a favor."  He had never asked for anything before, very unusual.  Then he explained, " 1: a.m. this morning, a little while from now, it will be my birthday.  It has been a very long time since I celebrated my birthday with anyone.  I would like to ask you if you might be interested in going up the road to the all night diner and having a birthday breakfast with me?"  I instantly thought, how sad it would be if I refused him when he had no one else to help him celebrate his birthday.  How could I refuse?  "May I borrow your jacket?" I asked, and we got in the truck and away we went to the all night diner. 
 
When we got there, there were three other people in the diner that late, and it was a good thing because his old jacket barely covered my ass.  Bending over was not an option.  LOL  I sat on the inside of the booth and he sat beside to help hide my bottom parts.  The waitress had a very amused on her with her eyebrows going up and down, but she took our breakfast order and brought us a pot of coffee, and we sat there for three hours talking and laughing, and we drank that whole pot of coffee and half of another one.  Finally we had to get of the place because I had to so bad and I didn't want to walk by the 350 lb cook sitting the end of the counter eyeballing us.  LOL  I had to so bad he had to stop on the highway so I could jump and run over into the dunes.  LOL 
 
He drove directly to the condo and parked the truck in a dark spot so I could run quickly from the truck and around the corner to the side condo door with hopefully no one seeing .  We sat there in the truck talking for a few minutes, and then it was 4 o'clock in the morning, and then I noticed he was looking at .  He was REALLY looking .  It was the very first time he had ever looked the way he was, and the longer I sat there, the more he looked, and I realized he wanted to see... more of ... because I was still wearing the jacket, and his eyes were all over , my , my breasts my legs, and his eyes began to feel... nice.  I told him, "I didn't know it was your birthday, and I didn't have a chance to get you a present."  That's when I took off the jacket and folded it and laid it down on the seat between us.  He continued looking at quite boldly, and I didn't care.  It didn't matter that I was completely naked and barefoot, and sitting right beside him.  He said, ", you have already given this old man more presents than you know."  It was the first time he had ever called me .  I reached forward and I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, and I said, "I do have something I can give you... if you would like to have it."  To my momentary surprise he instantly pulled his hand back, and then he started the truck without me even having a chance to get out, and he drove down the highway a little way and turned into the little road going down to the beach, and then I understood what he was doing, and why.
 
He drove down the beach a little way to make sure there were no other fishermen in the vicinity, and then he pulled over parking close to the dunes, turned off the lights, opened the doors, I got out of the truck, and then he was there and took my hand and I followed him back into the dunes with a big blanket under his other arm.  I sucked him for a long time, like 30 minutes, and I was scared it wasn't going to happen for him, so I started whispering to him and calling him , and then all of a sudden he came UP like a flag on the 4th of July, and then there were no problems between then and sun up about an hour later.  He got very excited with me, and he made up for a lot of time in that last hour fucking me about four different ways before finally cumming in my mouth.  I knew he was safe so I drank him down.  He made me cum twice, the first time he was giving it to me missionary, which was really nice because I wanted to be that close to him, I wanted to feel his breath on me.  The second time my orgasm was even better with his fingers behind me as I was sucking him off.  When he came in my mouth his fingers were like... spider legs on my pussy with his thumb in my ass. 
 
The sun was coming up and we had to get out of there because cars would begin going by on the highway soon and they could see us parked at the edge of the dunes.  It was broad light when we pulled back into the parking lot the condos.  I actually walked into the condo with a less than clean very green ft. tarp wrapped around like a gown and over my head like a hoodie... after pounding on the door for somebody to let me in because I was locked without a key.  LOL  I never did live that one down with the other girls.  LOL 
 
I saw him 3-4 times after that, but we never repeated his birthday night.  My Dad finished the project he was working on and he went back to the islands while I stayed another month saying my good byes to friends and professors, and partying with the girls, etc.  The last two weeks I was there I looked for him every night, but he wasn't there, and I became very puzzled.  I knew his name, but not his , and his was unlisted.  I didn't know what to do.  What I finally did do was take that big dirty tarp that I hadn't returned yet, and I dragged it down to the dunes to the same spot where I had fucked his eye teeth , and I set up the tarp like a tent, like a little house.  I told a couple of the girls who were going to stay there during the summer to email me and let me know when the tent disappears.  I left a letter in the tent with my mailing , and that's all I knew to do because I knew he wasn't computer literate.  That was the last thing that happened, and I never saw him again, or heard from him.  I worried about him for awhile because I was afraid he got sick or something, but there was no point in dwelling on it.  He was just a nice old man, a good friend for a little while.  Once in awhile something will remind me of the beach at Galveston, and it is just a fond old memory, something I will remember for a very long time.
 
end of entry
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AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/27/2021 9:45 am

Just as an fyi, the pic was taken by a new male friend from Iceland a few days ago when my hubby and I were at Belize looking at a potential property investment. We did like the property and we will be spending time there in the future with other special friends


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/27/2021 11:05 am

It is really very disappointing when the site manipulation sometimes leaves so many words out of the written text, I suppose in the interest of saving bytes. I apologize to any readers because that happens making it more difficult to read, etc.


craysaman 59M  
8 posts
6/28/2021 7:39 am

great read Tallie, just made a note to keep a clean tarp in my truck, just in case....


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/28/2021 10:08 am

    Quoting craysaman:
    great read Tallie, just made a note to keep a clean tarp in my truck, just in case....
LOL You read the whole thing I am impressed. LOL Thank you for your kind consideration. One dirty tarp is enough for this life time. Now if I can just get someone to cut eye holes so I can see where I am going, but if they wish I don't mind if they cut it off a little... shortie short LOL


forgotforgetting 56M
8134 posts
6/29/2021 10:15 am

Hello. There something poetic about never hearing from him again. We often touch many lives without knowing the impact. You, at least, have the knowledge, that a brief moment, the world was a good place for him. Thanks sharing. And the picture is very nice.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/29/2021 2:31 pm

    Quoting forgotforgetting:
    Hello. There something poetic about never hearing from him again. We often touch many lives without knowing the impact. You, at least, have the knowledge, that a brief moment, the world was a good place for him. Thanks sharing. And the picture is very nice.
forgetforgetting... Your expression is a very nice sentiment, and I agree with it Your welcome, and thank you for the kind compliment. The Cervaza and my derrière did sorta go together that day. LOL


DiscreteSlowRide 52M
384 posts
6/29/2021 2:41 pm

That is such a nice story Tallie!

I would love to know what happened to him? In the 3 or 4 times you saw him after that night did he ever elude to soon he would not be returning to the beach??

I have two stories, one is a similar experience as your story with someone much older...and the other is with a former high school teacher.

Shhhhh


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/29/2021 3:10 pm

    Quoting DiscreteSlowRide:
    That is such a nice story Tallie!

    I would love to know what happened to him? In the 3 or 4 times you saw him after that night did he ever elude to soon he would not be returning to the beach??

    I have two stories, one is a similar experience as your story with someone much older...and the other is with a former high school teacher.

    Shhhhh

Hi Discrete... The last few times I saw him he never said a word about not coming to the beach anymore, or anything changing. I wish I knew what happened to him. I am so afraid he may have gotten sick or something like that.

Thanks for chiming in. Jump in and post with us. Tell us your similar experience. I am curious.


DiscreteSlowRide 52M
384 posts
6/29/2021 4:49 pm

Hi Tallie
Sure I am happy to share! I'll try to get the first story out later tonight.

I am thinking about your friend and my hunch is, he may have been ill and being the loner that he was, he was just forced to deal with things on his own including an illness. Plus he is old school. Everything is kept to themselves, it's how that generation was. He was not going to sadden the good mood and enjoyable time he had with you by telling you about a health issue... So he enjoyed the happy moments he had with you, you likely made him forget about whatever it was he was dealing with and he was happy being happy with you. That's my guess.

So with that experience, did that open the door for you to want to experience much older partners?


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/29/2021 6:23 pm

    Quoting DiscreteSlowRide:
    Hi Tallie
    Sure I am happy to share! I'll try to get the first story out later tonight.

    I am thinking about your friend and my hunch is, he may have been ill and being the loner that he was, he was just forced to deal with things on his own including an illness. Plus he is old school. Everything is kept to themselves, it's how that generation was. He was not going to sadden the good mood and enjoyable time he had with you by telling you about a health issue... So he enjoyed the happy moments he had with you, you likely made him forget about whatever it was he was dealing with and he was happy being happy with you. That's my guess.

    So with that experience, did that open the door for you to want to experience much older partners?
Discrete... You may well be right about that. He was that type, and it is logical. And with that experience... yes it sort of opened future doors because after that I sort of understood the way an older "gentleman" thought about such things requiring the utmost of discretion, the care and concern for the well being of someone a lot younger, and "the need of affection" followed by genuine gratitude. That is not to say older men can't be dirty old men. In every gentleman there can be a level of bad boy, or we women would be disappointed. LOL


forgotforgetting 56M
8134 posts
6/30/2021 9:57 am

    Quoting AlyTal:
    forgetforgetting... Your expression is a very nice sentiment, and I agree with it Your welcome, and thank you for the kind compliment. The Cervaza and my derrière did sorta go together that day. LOL
Nonsense. I suspect you have, do, and will brighten many a day. Oh really? Sounds like there is a story behind the cervaza and derrière statement ( pun intended ).

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
6/30/2021 1:28 pm

    Quoting forgotforgetting:
    Nonsense. I suspect you have, do, and will brighten many a day. Oh really? Sounds like there is a story behind the cervaza and derrière statement ( pun intended ).
I actually don't even like beer, not even one little bit. I am just sort of a little ole wino, in moderation at least until meal time. I was actually carrying the beer for the man behind me, one of the Nordic Super Blond Icelanders we met there, because he was following me with his cam in one hand and a case of beer under the other arm. He was a strong guy in more ways than one, LOL, and a very nice gentleman as well. There story you are referring to is... there were two super blond couples from Iceland in their 30s and 40s, and they told me all about the sexual activities of Iceland elves. It was fun. LOL


forgotforgetting 56M
8134 posts
6/30/2021 9:39 pm

Aw. Sounds like fun. Glad it was a good time.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


DiscreteSlowRide 52M
384 posts
7/2/2021 2:10 pm

Hi Tally

I just posted the story I told you about a few days ago, the one involving my high school teacher. Go check it out and let me know what you think.


justme51 71M

7/4/2021 7:48 am

What a great story fun times and a awesome birthday present you gave. I’m sure he and you will remember this for ever.


jimmynvegas2 46M
9 posts
7/4/2021 9:24 am

I have become a fan of your stories. Thanks for sharing. Also, thanks for clarifying - wasn't sure why the words were messed up.

Love your spirit and openness. The old Man was right. You are a princess

Jimmy


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
7/4/2021 9:38 am

    Quoting jimmynvegas2:
    I have become a fan of your stories. Thanks for sharing. Also, thanks for clarifying - wasn't sure why the words were messed up.

    Love your spirit and openness. The old Man was right. You are a princess

    Jimmy
Omigosh Thank you for such nice words


haardick1 48M
1 post
7/7/2021 5:14 am

it looks a promising superb house


Randybaby4U 106M  
29 posts
7/15/2021 9:58 pm

I will be fishing in Honolulu in the near future,,, hope you walk by.


rakordubro 56M
26 posts
11/11/2021 7:37 am

I really like your stories - and I'm glad you told me about the dropped words issue. I thought the types of words and where in the sentence they dropped were definitely odd. Nice to know you're not having a mini-stroke as you're writing these.

While I'm sure it seemed like a slow seduction to you, at his age time goes quickly. He probably felt that you took a liking to him very quickly. Anyway, I like that you gave an old veteran several really happy moments in his autumn years.

Apparently, I did my youth wrong. I didn't realize that fun was all about breaking rules and acting as if there were nobody else in the world.

Nothing changes faster than the speed of love.
- Rush


AlyTal 32M/28F  
134 posts
11/11/2021 11:19 am

rakordubro... I am glad you enjoyed it

I would really like to know what happened to my old friend, but he may be gone by now. He was a nice man and I really liked him.


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