Ultimate shoulder rides

I can always remember being into shoulder riding, but the first time I got to really get into it was when I was 18 and at sixth form.

I was helping out with a school talent show and had stayed behind to help clear away the mess. Everyone else had left me to it. The school care taker, a tall, thin guy in his early fifties was around and had begun helping me clear up. There was a banner up and it was too high for me to reach it, when when I stood on the chair. I asked the care taker who was called 'Bob' if he had a ladder. Bob replied that the did have a ladder but that it was in a cupboard the other side of the school building.  Bob then quietly said that he could life me up so that I could reach it. I laughed nervously, telling Bob that I'd probably break him. I had always been curvy and knew in my mind that I probably weighed much more then Bob did.

Without saying a word, Bob then got down onto his knees in front of me. I climbed onto his shoulders, putting my hands on his bald head to balance myself. I could hear Bob groaning as I pushed my weight down on top of him, but it sounded liked moans of pleasure rather then pain. Bob slowly stood up, lifting me up into the air. I could feel his hands on my legs holding me on top of him. I slowly removed the banner from the wall and then Bob stood me back down onto the floor.

His face was red, I was worried I had hurt him and asked if he was ok. He nodded but wouldn't make eye contact with me. Something made me feel brave enough to then ask Bob if he enjoyed lifting me up. He nodded, I told Bob that I had enjoyed it too and suggested that perhaps we might do it again some time.

A couple of weeks went by and i hadn't see Bob around. I was staying late after school day, finishing off some course work. I was packing up my stuff to leave when Bob walked into the computer room I was in.
I asked Bob if there was anyone else around and he shook his head. With Bob then sat down on the floor in front of me, is back to me. I put my legs over his shoulders, one after the other and sat my weight down on top of him. I loved hearing him moaning underneath me, feeling his small neck and shoulders under my weight. I loved feeling him sweating underneath me.

I sat on his shoulders on quite a few times after that. Sometimes he would stand up and walk around with me on top of him, other times he would sit on the floor or on a chair and I would just sit on top of him.

I began to get more and more confident with him and would squeeze his  head between my thighs. I use to sit right on his next, and grind against the back of it. When it was summer and I had my little skirts and dresses on he couldn't definitely feel how turned on I got. I would bounce up and down on top of him too, feeling his body shake underneath me.

Why can't I find a man who wants to do that for me now?????????????