Ok so last night/this morning was one of the most random times I've ever had sexually. It all started last night, which was the night before the big game, and by that I mean when my college played our archrivals. Anyway, it was about 9:00 at night and I called all my friends to see what they were doing and they all said that they were all gonna go out, but it wouldn't be until like 12:00. Well I was ready to drink and so I set out for this little bar that's like 1/2 block from my house, and also across the street from where the out of town people parked their RV'S to tailgate and what not.

I put on a green polo, some jeans, a black thong, and some flips and went in this little place and got a pitcher of Bud Light. Since it was nice out, I decided to drink it at the tables outside and wait for my friends to call. I downed the first pitcher pretty quickly, and went in for another, downed it almost as quickly, and went in for a third. When I got back outside, there was this older guy, tall, slender, nice looking I guess, sitting at my table. I just sat back down and when he looked at me funny, I told him that I'd been sitting there and gestured toward the empty plastic cups on the table. He was all apologetic and started to get up. I asked him if he was with anyone, and he said no, so I invited him to sit back down.

We talked for a bit about the upcoming game, he told me that his name was Jim, that he was a banker by profession and was an alumni of my school, recently divorced, etc. We sat and talked and when my beer got low, he volunteered to get more and disappeared inside, only to return moments later with 2 big pitchers. As we downed them, Jim told me about all his travels and how he'd been to basically every place in the world that I hope to someday go to. By 11:00 Jim and I had put away about 4-5 pitchers each and were both pretty much drunk. I tried calling my two friends, but only got them on the phone for a second to tell me that they were starting to get ready and that they'd come pick me up about 12:15. The more drunk Jim got, the more frisky he was, so to speak, and after I told him that my friends were coming at 12:15, he suggested that we go to his RV and drink a few more beers until then, and I agreed.

We walked maybe a block or so to where his RV was parked and went inside. I sat down at the little table area while he got two Buds’ out of the little fridge. He sat beside me and flipped the TV on and there was a porno playing. He patted me on the leg and said; "Now here we go." As the movie played he was getting very, very aroused and started rubbing himself through his khaki pants and said, "this is the most action I've gotten in years, especially since my divorce." I laughed with him and began to get aroused too, but wasn't willing to do anything about it, since I didn't know how Jim would react if he knew I was bisexual and was wearing panties.