
He kind of reminded me of Mitch Gaylord, a popular Olympic medalist at the time, and very cute athlete. So I completely got into it. He wanted me to dress up and get sexy which I was happy to oblige. I had a lot of lacy negligees, stockings, and high heels. I pulled my hair up and added jewelry and a splash of perfume to complete my feminine allure. He was my “Mitch” and I was his “Heather Locklear” (well, thank-you very much!).
It was very different from anything I had done before. We called each other by those names only all night long and it was hot. He was short, didn’t have a very big penis, and had to work to get it up. Blame it on the alcohol. But he did stay the night and we talked some besides the major partying. I got his phone number, but didn’t give him mine. Ok, that was very fun, but see ya...