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26/02/2013
Back in my misspent youth....I was 19, and Annie was 21. We met at a bus stop, where we both changed buses on our way to work every morning. She was from Holland, and had come to Jacksonville, Florida, to work as a translator for a shipping company.
The first time I saw her at the bus stop, I was intrigued. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a fantastic figure. In those days (mid-60's) girls always wore dresses or a skirt and blouse to work. Windy days made waiting at the bus stop a lot more fun...but I digress. Anyway, we struck up a conversation, and continued it each day, Monday through Friday, for about 15 minutes, which was all the time we had between buses.
One day, I got up the nerve to ask this spectacular woman if she'd like to go out with me. She readily agreed, and we arranged that I would pick her up that Saturday evening, we'd go to a movie, and have a bite to eat afterwards. Since I didn't have a car, I had to borrow my Dad's old '54 Ford, but that was okay. Wheels are wheels, when you're wanting to take a girl out, right?
So, Saturday evening I picked her up at the house where she was living with an American family. The guy was a merchant marine captain she'd met in Holland, and he had arranged the job for her. She'd been living with his family for the six months she had been in the States. We drove downtown to the movies, but discovered that we were a bit late for the first show. So we decided to go across the street to the Hotel Roosevelt, where there was a great little place called The Pub. Figured we'd have a drink or three, then go to the second showing. I had been there once before, and had no trouble being served, even though I was under the legal age for alcohol. Figured I could fake it, you know?
There was a good little jazz combo playing that night, and we listened to music, and danced, and drank. I was into whiskey sours at the time, but this girl would only drink Heineken's. Good Dutch beer -- hell, she grew up on it, I guess. As the evening progressed, the dancing became more and more intimate, and we were both having a great time. I had a serious hard-on, and she would press herself up against it as we danced to the slow numbers. Naturally, I made sure to hold her close, and I enjoyed the feel of her bountiful breasts, pushed tight to my chest. What a woman!
As it turned out, we stayed too long at the club. Completely forgot about the movie, and ended up closing the place down. By then, we had both had plenty to drink. Maybe too much, but what the hell? When you're young and healthy, you tend to believe you're invincibile...even bulletproof, if you know what I mean. Finally, we left, got the car, and I started thinking about where we could go to continue the fun.
The Prudential Insurance Company had recently finished a beautiful new building in Jacksonville, right on the St. Johns River. There was a terraced area on the river side of the building, with wonderful landscaping and dim lighting. We drove around there, parked the car, and walked up to the top of the terrace. Once there, we began kissing and touching and getting very, very hot. Annie was totally receptive to my caresses, and drove her tongue deep into my mouth, responding passionately as I tweaked her nipples through her thin, shell-pink silk blouse.
It was a lovely evening in April. The weather was just perfect, and we lingered up on the terrace for a long time. We noticed a few other couples scattered around the place, some standing up, some sitting on a bench, and at least one couple lieing on the terrace, with some definite humping action going on. The sights and sounds got us both more and more excited.
Soon, I had my hands inside her bra, then I unhooked it and let her cute little breasts tumble happily into the open air. Her nipples were as hard as my cock was. After squeezing her ass for a little while, I began to lift her skirt, and she started to pull my belt loose. I lowered her panties, very slowly and gently, and she unzipped me and took my cock out of my pants, giving it a playful little tug or two.
Annie was about 5' 10" tall, which is good, because I'm 6' 2". By bending my knees just a little, I was able to slide my more-than-ready pole deep into her dripping love-box. We fucked in a standing up position, long and slow, just enjoying the sensations that washed over us like the gentle breezes that were blowing in the palm trees.
Of course, it wasn't long until I had to increase the pace, and she welcomed it. Soon I was slamming my diamond cutter into her honey pot jast as hard as I could, and she began to moan with the first pulses of her orgasm. I must have been hitting her clit just right. She gasped, and moaned, and cried out a little bit, then she came, really hard...and I experienced the first "squirter" of my young life. Her pussy just gushed with her love juice, and of course that triggered my own orgasm. I poured my cum into her, and her pussy muscles squeezed me dry. It was incredible.
Annie had a few Kleenex in her purse, and we cleaned up a bit, then straightened our clothes and started down the terrace, both of us feeling very weak-kneed. As we walked down the steps, we noticed three other couples who had been watching everything we did. We waved at them, rather shyly, and noticed that they immediately got involved in their own love-making. Perhaps we had inspired them to greater heights of passion, who knows?
When we got back to the old Ford, she pulled my cock out and went down on it, saying "I want to be sure you're all cleaned up". Didn't take long until I was hard again, and then soft again, as she blew me to a second terrific orgasm. Then we drove on to her house, but before we got out of the car, we did it again, on the back seat, right there in the driveway.
Annie was great. We dated for about three months, then she was offered a better job at a shipping company in New York City, and I never saw her again. But I have to say, even though we had a lot of sex over those few months, the very best was the first time, right on there on the Prudential terrace, with other couples watching. I'd do it again in a heartbeat!
The first time I saw her at the bus stop, I was intrigued. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a fantastic figure. In those days (mid-60's) girls always wore dresses or a skirt and blouse to work. Windy days made waiting at the bus stop a lot more fun...but I digress. Anyway, we struck up a conversation, and continued it each day, Monday through Friday, for about 15 minutes, which was all the time we had between buses.
One day, I got up the nerve to ask this spectacular woman if she'd like to go out with me. She readily agreed, and we arranged that I would pick her up that Saturday evening, we'd go to a movie, and have a bite to eat afterwards. Since I didn't have a car, I had to borrow my Dad's old '54 Ford, but that was okay. Wheels are wheels, when you're wanting to take a girl out, right?
So, Saturday evening I picked her up at the house where she was living with an American family. The guy was a merchant marine captain she'd met in Holland, and he had arranged the job for her. She'd been living with his family for the six months she had been in the States. We drove downtown to the movies, but discovered that we were a bit late for the first show. So we decided to go across the street to the Hotel Roosevelt, where there was a great little place called The Pub. Figured we'd have a drink or three, then go to the second showing. I had been there once before, and had no trouble being served, even though I was under the legal age for alcohol. Figured I could fake it, you know?
There was a good little jazz combo playing that night, and we listened to music, and danced, and drank. I was into whiskey sours at the time, but this girl would only drink Heineken's. Good Dutch beer -- hell, she grew up on it, I guess. As the evening progressed, the dancing became more and more intimate, and we were both having a great time. I had a serious hard-on, and she would press herself up against it as we danced to the slow numbers. Naturally, I made sure to hold her close, and I enjoyed the feel of her bountiful breasts, pushed tight to my chest. What a woman!
As it turned out, we stayed too long at the club. Completely forgot about the movie, and ended up closing the place down. By then, we had both had plenty to drink. Maybe too much, but what the hell? When you're young and healthy, you tend to believe you're invincibile...even bulletproof, if you know what I mean. Finally, we left, got the car, and I started thinking about where we could go to continue the fun.
The Prudential Insurance Company had recently finished a beautiful new building in Jacksonville, right on the St. Johns River. There was a terraced area on the river side of the building, with wonderful landscaping and dim lighting. We drove around there, parked the car, and walked up to the top of the terrace. Once there, we began kissing and touching and getting very, very hot. Annie was totally receptive to my caresses, and drove her tongue deep into my mouth, responding passionately as I tweaked her nipples through her thin, shell-pink silk blouse.
It was a lovely evening in April. The weather was just perfect, and we lingered up on the terrace for a long time. We noticed a few other couples scattered around the place, some standing up, some sitting on a bench, and at least one couple lieing on the terrace, with some definite humping action going on. The sights and sounds got us both more and more excited.
Soon, I had my hands inside her bra, then I unhooked it and let her cute little breasts tumble happily into the open air. Her nipples were as hard as my cock was. After squeezing her ass for a little while, I began to lift her skirt, and she started to pull my belt loose. I lowered her panties, very slowly and gently, and she unzipped me and took my cock out of my pants, giving it a playful little tug or two.
Annie was about 5' 10" tall, which is good, because I'm 6' 2". By bending my knees just a little, I was able to slide my more-than-ready pole deep into her dripping love-box. We fucked in a standing up position, long and slow, just enjoying the sensations that washed over us like the gentle breezes that were blowing in the palm trees.
Of course, it wasn't long until I had to increase the pace, and she welcomed it. Soon I was slamming my diamond cutter into her honey pot jast as hard as I could, and she began to moan with the first pulses of her orgasm. I must have been hitting her clit just right. She gasped, and moaned, and cried out a little bit, then she came, really hard...and I experienced the first "squirter" of my young life. Her pussy just gushed with her love juice, and of course that triggered my own orgasm. I poured my cum into her, and her pussy muscles squeezed me dry. It was incredible.
Annie had a few Kleenex in her purse, and we cleaned up a bit, then straightened our clothes and started down the terrace, both of us feeling very weak-kneed. As we walked down the steps, we noticed three other couples who had been watching everything we did. We waved at them, rather shyly, and noticed that they immediately got involved in their own love-making. Perhaps we had inspired them to greater heights of passion, who knows?
When we got back to the old Ford, she pulled my cock out and went down on it, saying "I want to be sure you're all cleaned up". Didn't take long until I was hard again, and then soft again, as she blew me to a second terrific orgasm. Then we drove on to her house, but before we got out of the car, we did it again, on the back seat, right there in the driveway.
Annie was great. We dated for about three months, then she was offered a better job at a shipping company in New York City, and I never saw her again. But I have to say, even though we had a lot of sex over those few months, the very best was the first time, right on there on the Prudential terrace, with other couples watching. I'd do it again in a heartbeat!
Poster:
Tricky
