I live in a suburb of Los Angeles, and go Downtown 3 nights a week for school. I’m 32 and divorced. Having just ended a 3 year relationship, I’ve had to resort to masturbation for my sexual release.

I was getting ready for the drive home, and passed a gal at a bus stop trying to hitch a ride. She did not look like a hooker, and this also was not a great neighborhood. I pulled over, and she asked if I could give her a ride. She climbed in, and we took off.

Her name was Mary, and we started chatting. She was not sure where she really wanted to go. She then asked if I knew any nice guys that were HIV positive. I said that I did not, then asked the obvious question of her.

She was indeed HIV positive, and had just gotten out of jail that day. She admitted that she had done 6 months for a minor theft charge, and “was horny as hell” (her words).

We drove and chatted, and she was actually very pretty. About 40, with nice brown hair and slender figure. We drove around, then got a bite to eat. There was an obvious attraction there, but I was understandably cautious. After about 2 hours of driving and chatting, I asked if she would go to a motel with me.

We got a room, and she went to take a shower. I relaxed on the bed, and she came back wearing a t-shirt and panties. Relaxing on the bed, we soon started to make out. I kissed her neck and shoulders as I caressed her face and hair (I avoided her lips, to bad). I started to caress her breasts, and she moaned, pressing her chest harder against my hands.

I soon had her top off, and she removed my slacks. We were rolling around on the bed, and she rolled on top of me. She started to grind her pelvis on me, and I bent forward to suck her breasts. This girls nipples were amazing. She may have been a B cup, but her nipples poked out over a quarter inch from her breasts. I had never seen such nipples before in real life.

I rolled her onto her back, and started to tease her belly and thighs. She moaned as I caressed her pubes through the panties, and she started to caress me through my shorts. Finally she grabbed my hand, and slid it inside. She was soaking wet, and I quickly found her clit, caressing it quickly, wanting her to enjoy it.

She rolled back on top of me, and I squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck as she ground her crotch against my cock, only my shorts and her panties between us. Within 3 minutes, she collapsed on top of me, moaning loudly as her orgasm hit her.

She thanked me, saying it was nice to be with a man again. We cuddled up then, and I held her as she fell asleep. We awoke a few hours later, and started again. This time, I climbed on top, grinding my crotch into hers as I sucked her responsive nipples. After 10 minutes, she started to thrash around, wrapping her legs around me as she moaned her orgasm. She begged me to stop then. It had been so strong, she had pulled a muscle in her belly, and I massaged it for her until it relaxed enough for her to sleep.

The next morning I again started to caress and suck on her breasts. She started to pull my hair, then moaned again as she came, simply from my attention to her breasts. We both took showers, and I drove her to a nearby State Aid office, where she was planning on getting some help finding a new place.

If she had not had HIV, we probably would have done more. But she was very thankful that I did help her that night, and that I was not afraid to engage in safe sex with her. Even though I did not have an orgasm, I was pleased that I helped her feel better.