Our Early Years, Chapter 1 free porn video

My wife and I first met on Saturday, March 21, 1971, at a dance sponsored by the American Legion Post in our small hometown in South Carolina. A local rock‘ n roll band was playing that night and if you were over eighteen you could buy cold beer, which was the first thing I did when I got there.

As usual, the music was loud and the air thick with smoke. It was crowded with most of those attending were from the local high school. A bit bored, I was sipping my beer and looking around when I saw Tommy, someone I knew as an avid water skier, with two attractive young ladies.

One was a hot little blonde, but it was the other lovely lass who had my attention. She was petite with a fantastic, physically fit body and long dark hair in a ponytail. Since I, too, was a water skiing enthusiast and hoping to meet this particular young lady, I went over to say hi.

Approaching them I nodded my head slightly in greeting, and discovered Tommy was half-in-the-bag. There was no way he'd be able to hold an intelligent conversation. Deciding to get to the point, I asked him, “Which one's your date?”

He put his arm around the hot little blond and slurred, “Tis un. Chhheeryl, ma gurlfr’nd.”

I could’ve danced a jig. Putting my arm around the shoulders of the other young lady, I simply told her, “You're my date for the rest of the night."

Looking up at me with big brown eyes, she gave me a delighted smile, put her arm around my waist and said, “Okay. I’m Billie."

I introduced myself and asked, “Wanna dance?”

“Sure.”

I could not believe my luck! Shiny, long brown hair, worn in a ponytail, which reached her tight butt and big brown eyes! She had a petite, perfectly proportioned, athletic body, stood about five-feet-three inches tall and weighed, maybe, one-hundred-and-five pounds.

She was wearing a thin burgundy body shirt that molded her body like a second skin and she wasn’t wearing a bra. The details of her breasts, areolas, and nipples were clearly visible. Even her ribs, flat stomach, and smallish belly button were plain to see. If it hadn’t been for the collar, cuffs, and buttons, I would've sworn she was topless, wearing nothing but body paint.

With the body shirt, she was wearing a pair of tight, flared-legged, extremely low riding jeans; the waistline was just above her pubic mound. She wore no make-up, jewelry or shoes. She had a subtle natural scent, which I found enthralling. I was in lust!

For the rest of the night, we danced every dance, fast or slow. During breaks we stood with our arms around each other, talking and laughing. I found out she was a senior in high school and would be turning eighteen in June. I also discovered she was excited to have been accepted to an up-state college starting her freshman year in the fall.

I told her I was nineteen, and had graduated from the local high school in ‘69 and was in my first year in forest technology after transferring from a junior college. I also told her I was currently working part-time and living at a state park located on the beach.

We had a lot in common, but one of the biggest things we had in common, which we thought was hilarious, was the 'cool kids' considered both of us as ‘river-rats’. A slightly derogatory term for kids who would rather spend their time on the river swimming, boating, water skiing or sunbathing than hanging out and doing whatever, 'cool kids' decided was cool.

As we got to know each other, our slow dances became more intimate. Sliding my hands down onto her butt, I looked down and she lifted her face. I could have fallen into her big brown eyes; we had our first sweet kiss.

During the dance, I had maneuvered my right leg in between hers. Our budding relationship took another hot turn when I felt her gently pressing her pubic mound against my leg in time with the music. I was pretty sure she could feel my erection pressing against her.

Taking a slight risk at being rebuffed, I slipped my right hand from her bottom, up her side and gently palmed her left breast, caressing my thumb across her hard nipple. She made a soft sound like the purr of a cat and attempted to move closer to me.

Our sensual slow dance became heated, as if we were making slow love. Breaking our kiss, we placed our forehead together and smiled at each other. We gradually became aware the music had ended and we were alone on the dance floor putting on a show. A bit embarrassed, we moved over to the side with our arms around each other.

It was getting close to the last dance and I was already silently cursing the fact I had ridden to the dance with Brian, a friend I’d known since grammar school, instead of driving my own car; when he made his way over to let me know he was ready to leave.

Before I could introduce him to Billie, she said, “Hey Brian.”

Nodding his head and grinning, he slowly scoped Billie out, from head to toe. With his eyes locked on her hard nips, he said, “Hey, Billie, looking good… real good.”

Shifting his attention to me, he asked, “Don’t suppose you’re ready to leave yet, huh?”

Smiling, I looked at Billie and shook my head, “No, I think I’ll stay. I’m pretty sure I can catch a ride with somebody.”

He gave us a ribald wink and said; “Don’t blame you. Y’all have fun.” And left.

I looked at Billie and she laughed, telling me, “His sister Susan, and I are friends.” I, too, knew his sister; she was very attractive and had a bit of a reputation.

Another song started; Billie grabbed my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. It was a fast number and when she started dancing this time, oh boy! Earlier she had proved to be a superb dancer, fun and energetic with some fantastic moves. This time; she locked her eyes with mine and cut loose; it was sinuous, sensuous, erotically sexual, down and dirty.

Watching her move in perfect rhythm with the music in her tight body shirt and low hip-rider jeans had me mesmerized. Her firm, handful-sized breasts bounced delicately with each move, her small, sassy nipples looked as if they were going to rip through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her tight little butt was humping, bumping and grinding. Oh! My aching balls, could she dance!

The band transited into “Green Onions” announcing a break. With our arms around each other, we made our way over to a table where Chris and Lisa, a couple we both knew, were sitting. Chris lived not far from my parents and could probably give us a ride.

Seeing us heading their way, they made room at the table. After a little chitchat, I asked him if he could give us a ride to my parents' so I could get my car. He didn’t have a problem with it as long as he could take Lisa home first.

The music for the last dance started and all four us hit the dance floor. It was a belt buckle polishing slow number. Taking Billie into my arms, she molded her tight petite body to mine. It felt so right. At six-feet-three-inches tall it was easy for me to nuzzle and kiss the top of her head. I felt as if I could hold her like this forever.

When the dance ended, we continued holding each other until the overhead lights came on. Reluctantly, we went to collect her purse and sandals. I was surprised she didn’t have a coat, jacket or at least a sweater since it was chilly outside.

Before I could ask her about it, Chris and Lisa came over ready to leave. Walking out of the Legion, the cold hit us like a wall. The temperature had fallen drastically. Billie shivered; I was putting on my corduroy car coat and offered it to her.

With a smile, that made my heart do a hard 'ka-thud,' she slipped her left arm inside my coat and snuggling to me, softly said, “Put your arm around me until we get to the car.”

Chris was driving an older four-door Pontiac. I opened the backdoor letting Billie scoot in, with me right behind her. Turning in the seat she looked at me and I lifted my right arm holding my coat open. She slid to me curling her feet up under her butt and burying her face against my chest. Wrapping my coat and arms around her, I held her with my chin resting on top of her head.

The windows were coated with frost. Chris started the car telling us, “Guys, I need to let the car warm up a little before I can defrost the windows.”

Lisa, who was snuggled up to Chris, just nodded her head. Billie, with her head against my chest and buried under my coat, said in a muffled voice, “S'all raight."

Before I could say anything Chris was in a lip lock with Lisa. Looking down at Billie. she peeked out from under my coat. Leaning down, I met her upturned face; her nose was cold, but her kiss was warm. Wiggling, she attempted to move even closer.

I slid my left hand across to her right side and held her even tighter. Our kiss became more passionate. Slipping my left hand under the coat I began to lightly caress and tickle her breasts teasing her nipples. Moaning, she shifted allowing me access.

Breaking our kiss, she whispered, “I... I love being tickled.” We kissed again and I took her admission for the love of being tickled, as her way of encouraging me to continue exploring her fantastic body.

Dancing my fingers, over her breasts, her ribcage and down her flat belly, I stopped to explore the small indentation of her belly button, which triggered delighted little giggles from her. I tickled her lower abdomen trying to slip my fingers into her jeans, but they were too damn tight.

Billie was enjoying my touch. I lightly ran my hand down her right leg and started working my fingers back up her inner-thigh; she shifted, relaxing her legs a little. As I got closer to her thigh’s sweet junction, I slowed down, caressing her upper inner thighs. Her butt was doing small slow circles; she rolled up on her left hip moving her right leg over my legs.

This gave me the opportunity to run a finger from where the inseams of her jeans met to the base of her zipper. I then cupped my hand over her pubic mound with my fingers between her legs. She drew back to look me at the intimate touch; her lower lip caught between her teeth.

After a moment, she gave me a coy smile and kissed me. The warmth between her legs was enticing; I curled my fingers, and a small tremor ran through her as she accepted my caress. Breaking our kiss, Billie sighed, buried her face against my neck and slowly ground her mound against my hand.

A barely audible grunt from the front seat caught my attention. Venturing a quick glance, I saw Chris, with his head back, but no Lisa. Billie raised her head for another kiss. I continued my gentle exploration between her legs trying to figure out how to get into her damned jeans.

It wasn’t long after Chris’s grunt, he cleared his throat and in a strained voice asked, “Huh, Jack, would you mind if we took you home first?”

Billie straightened up; I eased my hand from between her legs and said, “Not a problem.”

Chris put the car in gear and Lisa sat up wiping her lips. I felt, more than heard, Billie snicker. She looked at me suppressing her laugh, and while she had meant to squeeze my thigh, she squeezed my erection. Surprised, she quickly pulled her hand back.

Chuckling, I whispered, “Really, I don’t mind if you keep your hand there.”

She looked at me and I gently guided her hand back to my hard-on. She smiled shyly and gave it a gentle squeeze. I lifted her chin and kissed her as she began to explore the length and girth of my hardened member. I eased my hand back down between her legs.

While Chris drove across town to my parent’s house, Billie and I continued making out and feeling each other up; she had begun to stroke me through my pants. When we arrived, we hopped out with quick goodbyes. Chris and Lisa were in a hurry and apparently had someplace they wanted to go, probably one of the local lovers' lanes.

My car was parked under the carport so frost wasn’t an issue. It was a two-door, 1966 Pontiac Le Mans with bucket seats, automatic transmission, and a column shifter. Billie scooted over next to me, burrowed herself under my coat and stuffed her hands between my legs. I was hoping, she’d unzip my pants, fish my cock out and give me some relief.

As my car warmed up, I asked her, “Would you like to go somewhere, for a little while?”

She sounded regretful as she replied, “I wish we could, but I promised my parents I’d be home right after the dance.” Her hands were probing and stroking me, but my zipper remained zipped.

Following her muffled directions, we headed back across town. Easing up to a stoplight, I looked down at the lump snuggled up to me and asked, “Would like to do something tomorrow?”

Peeking out from the wraps of my coat, she looked disappointed and said, “I can’t. I promised my folks I’d go to a boat show in Columbia with them tomorrow. It’s… it’s a big deal for my dad, and…”

I told her, “Hey, it's all right; I understand. I have to go back to the beach tomorrow night. But, I’ll be back up here the weekend after next, if you’d like to go out.”

Her whole face was glowing as she emphatically said, “That would be great! I'm free that whole weekend and my parents will be up at their river cabin for the weekend.”

Hot damn! Grinning, I said, “There’s a pen and pad in the glove box, if you don’t mind, write down your phone number, and your address; I’d… like to write to you.”

Jotting her phone number and address down, she asked for mine. Whenever we hit a stoplight we would kiss and continue exploring each other's body. When we arrived at Billie’s home the porch light came on. We only had time for a quick goodnight kiss.

Reluctantly I left, driving home with a set of the infamous blue balls. I entered my folks' house as quietly as I could, making my way to my bedroom. I could not get Billie out of my head.

We didn’t have sex, but it had been one of the most sexually intense encounters I’d ever had. I could still smell her scent, taste her kisses, remember the contour of her breasts, and feel the moist heat between her legs. My self-induced orgasm was explosive.

Slipping into the bathroom to clean up, I wondered; 'How in hell, am I going to make it for two weeks before I see her again?'

Sunday afternoon I drove back to the coast. We wrote to each other and our letters expressed our desire to see each other again. Time crawled; I counted down the days until the day of our first date, Friday, April the 2nd, finally arrived. That afternoon when I got off work, I was on my way!

After two and a half tense hours, I was home! Rushing into the house, I said hi to my folks, grabbed the phone and called her. I held my breath, as the phone seemed to ring forever.

When she answered, her voice was sweet music to my ears. With my stomach in knots, when I said, “Hey Billie, its Jack.” I hoped I sounded cool, calm and collected.

She sounded as excited as I felt, which sent my spirits soaring. We chitchatted for a while and made plans for the evening, our first date. We had decided to keep it simple; we’d go to the early movie, get a hamburger afterwards and find someplace to ‘talk’.

The weather couldn’t have been better, partially cloudy with the temperature in the upper sixties. Since we had decided to go the early evening movie, I was there to pick her up at 6:30 PM.

Nervously, I rang the doorbell. Oh, was I relieved when Billie answered the door. When I saw her, my mouth fell open. She was stunning! Her hair was in a loose ponytail; she was wearing a long-sleeve, chambray, button front, mini-dress, with a very short hemline, which displayed her beautiful legs, and a pair of sandals.

At first, I was under the impression she was wearing a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose, but after I had opened the car door and helped her in, I realized she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. Her legs were tanned and smooth, all the way up to nirvana. Her pale-blue bikini panties were very, very sheer.

Catching my breath, I hoarsely whispered, “I see you, huh, got an early start on your, uhm… tan this year.”

Looking down, she laughed and humorously muttered, “Oh hell, I hemmed it too short.”

Seeing I was trying not to grin, she explained, “I bought it last week on sale. I knew the hem was too long, which was no big deal; it’s an easy fix. So, last night I took the hem up. But, damn it...” Laughing, she attempted to tug the hem down again.

Not knowing exactly what to say, but hoping this had been done on purpose, I started to smile, and said, “I think it looks fine, but, here, let me take a better look.” And held out my hand.

There was a hint of a mischievous smile on her face as I helped her out of the car. I had her stand in front of me and turn around slowly. Standing straight, with her arms by her sides it barely covered her bottom. I loved it.

“It looks fine!” I said, “Now, turn around and lean forward a little bit.”

She barked a laugh, looked at me and said, “You just want to see my butt.”

I grinned at the insightful nymph, and said, “Well… Yeah, I do, I really, really do.”

Smiling; she shook her head, turned, struck a sexy pose with her hands on her knees and leaned forward a little. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “Welll...?”

Her ass was totally exposed and it was marvelous! Her sheer panties didn’t hide a thing. I was barely able to choke out, “It’s beautiful!”

Standing up, she quickly looked around; bent forward at the waist, with her legs locked back and spread. Flipping up the hem of her dress she looked over her shoulder again, arched her back, swayed her butt and naughtily whispered, “How about... now?”

Oh, my beating heart! I was surprised, thrilled and oh, so turned on by her exhibitionism! My mind was trying to come up with something suave to say, but all I could do was croak, “Ooh… m-my…”

With a sexy laugh, she straightened up. I held my arms out and she surprised me again by jumping into them, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I put my arms around her with my hands cupping the cheeks of her bottom.

Her laughter was music; I kissed her. With my hands under her butt, I could feel her heat. I easily slipped a finger under the leg band of her tiny, near nothing panties into her warm, moist slit and started lightly running my finger up and down.

Breaking our kiss, she drew her head back and silently stared into my eyes. Her eyes were big, but not alarmed; she didn’t make any attempt to stop me. I gently circled her small, hot opening before working my finger in.

She put her forehead against mine. I could hear every breath she took, her hips began small undulations. She huskily whispered, “Let's… let’s skip the movies. We could go somewhere, else… somewhere, private.”

I kissed her hard; she returned it with passion. I started to slowly finger-fuck her, pushing my finger in as far as I could and easing it back out. With each slow penetration, she gasped against my mouth. Breaking the kiss, she softly asked, “Do… do you know someplace we can go?”

Kissing the tip of her nose, I whispered, “Yeah, I do. A small clearing back in the woods up at the river.”

She nestled her face against my neck, slowly humping my hand. Nuzzling my neck, she moaned, then murmured, “O… okay...”

After a few sweet minutes, she gasped and softly tongued my ear, moistly whispering, “If, if you’ll take… take your finger out of me, we can go on up there, and, continue.”

My desire was to stand there finger-fucking her, but, hell, we were in her parent's driveway and it was still light outside. I eased my finger out and let her down. As I helped her into the car, I was, once again, rewarded with the wonderful view her short hemline provided.

After I got in, she scooted over, sharing my bucket seat. With her left hand resting high on my inner thigh, she used her fingers to spider tickle my hard-on. She softly laughed, “We can tell my folks we decided to roast some hotdogs instead of going to the movies.”

This sounded good to me. Stopping at a convenience store we purchased hotdogs, rolls, mustard and ketchup, a couple Diet Sprites for her and beer for me. Stowing it all in an old foam cooler I kept in the trunk along with an old quilt and other paraphernalia.

I excused myself and went around to the men’s room where I knew there were several condom vending machines. Things were moving in the right direction, but I wasn't sure if we’d got that far. However, I wanted to be prepared. I purchased two of the more expensive thin, pre-lubricated condoms.

We headed for the clearing. Once we arrived, Billie was thrilled. It was a small forest glade on a hilltop overlooking the river. The road in was rough but passable, which I knew, having been up there to mark timber for a forester I worked for while in high school.

Hopping out of the car, Billie twirled around with delight, laughing excitedly, “This is beautiful! It’s, it’s like something from a fairy tale!”

It was wondrous. At one time, it had been the site of someone’s home and they had planted various flowering plants on the property. The surviving plants were blooming, making the spring air redolent with the mixed fragrances of honeysuckle, wild roses, crepe myrtles, wisteria, and the ever-present pines. With the sun setting there was a golden glow throughout the little meadow making it appear otherworldly.

I opened the trunk, took out the old quilt and spread it out. Billie flung herself on it, lying on her back with her arms stretched up over her head, staring up at the stars, which were just starting to come out.

Kneeling down beside her, I couldn’t get enough of her loveliness. Her legs were slightly parted; she had clasped her hands behind her head and was tenderly watching me as my eyes caressed her body. My gaze stopped where the hem of her dress had risen above the waistband of her sheer, bikini panties.

Her small dark pubic patch was visible in the failing light. Leaning down, I kissed the little indentation where her cleft began. She gave a tiny gasp. Her scent was intoxicating. Turning my head and looking up over her body, our eyes met. I kissed the soft skin just above the waistband and lightly caressed her inner thighs.

Nudging the waistband of her panties down with my nose, I rubbed my face against the soft down of her pubic patch. Giggling, Billie lifted her butt and I stripped her panties off. I started to slowly kiss my way through her pubes and upward, unbuttoning one button of her dress at a time, tasting each part of her body as I exposed it.

I could hear the small catches in her breath with each kiss. Stopping at her belly button, I kissed, licked and nibbled until she was giggling. Glancing up, her eyes were slitted with pleasure her body gently squirming under my touch. I slid my hand down covering her pussy.

Continuing my way up, I unbuttoned the last buttons baring her breasts, kissing one nipple then the other. I slipped my middle finger down through her wet slit and curled it into her. Moaning, she started rocking her hips and I added another finger.

Her breaths were coming quicker, when she gently stopped me. At first, I thought I might have gone, too fast. But, when she whispered, “I want you naked, too.”

A thrill shot all the way through me and I quickly sat up on my knees, stripped off my shirt and tee shirt. I rolled back onto my butt, kicked off my shoes, took off my socks and pulled my pants off.

Bare-ass naked, I watched her as she gracefully rose up onto her knees to slip her dress off. It was the first time, I’d seen her naked and I wanted to take it all in. Damn! She was beautiful! She had a tanned, tight, compact and physically fit body worth worshipping.

Billie eyes were fixated on my erection. As I moved toward her she reached out, wrapped both hands around it, pulled me closer and started examining my cock like she had discovered a new species. Her warm, soft hands explored and stroked me; she eased one hand down and gently kneaded my balls, feeling their size and weight.

Taking her in my arms, I eased her onto her back. Kissing her face, neck, upper chest and breasts, I worked my way back down, all the while, slowly fingering her. I moved my head down between her legs and flicked my tongue across her clit.

She instinctively humped my face, softly asking, “Wh… what are you… doing?”

Looking over my shoulder at her, I asked, “No one’s ever done this to you?”

“N… no…” I flicked her clit again she moaned and humped my face again.

“You’ve never had oral sex?”

“No… huh, yes… I mean, I’ve sucked a few guys off, but… no one’s ever, you know.”

I moved down and knelt between her legs. I pointed my tongue and licked her slit from the bottom to the top, kissing her little love bud. Moaning, she humped my face. Taking my time, I worked her sweet pussy with my fingers and my tongue.

Her legs were spread and up in the air, with knees bent; her heels were lightly drumming on my shoulders. She held my head with both of hands instinctively guiding me; pulling me to her sweet spot or gently pushing me back when it became too intense

With a sudden sharp intake of breath, she bowed her head and rolled up, at the same time rolling her hips up as if she were doing an upper and lower body crunch. With a sharp yelp, she erupted into an orgasm, slamming her soft pubic mound into my mouth.

Pushing my head back from her puss she gasped out, “OH FUCK! Oh! Fuck! Th… that was… oh fuck…"

Resting my nose on her wet, fuzzy mons Venus with my lips and tongue still lightly kissing her labia. I took pleasure in the feel of her little post-orgasmic after humps and watching her breast rising and falling. Running my hands under her thighs and reaching up I was able to caress her lower abdomen and stomach as she caught her breath.

When she started stroking my head and laughing, I rolled back onto my knees, scooted up and started running the head of my hard cock up and down her wet slit. Resting it on her pubes, I moved up placing my elbows on either side of her. She had her eyes closed. I gently kissed her, letting her taste herself for the first time; our kiss deepened.

Both of us were slowly and gently undulating our hips, savoring the feel of my hard cock slipping and sliding between us. With a sexy smile, she opened her eyes. I pulled back onto my knees, and rolled on a condom.

With half-closed eyes and a sexy little smile, she watched as I moved closer to her. Bending her knees, she spread her legs open inviting me between them. Positioning myself, I locked eyes with her. She placed her warm hands on my hips.

As I pressed, she rocked her pelvis up; I relaxed and pressed again, harder. She matched my efforts and yelped when the head of my cock popped inside her. I stopped to allow her to adjust but she started rocking her pelvis.

It was a bit of a surprise when I looked down and saw a small amount of blood smeared on the condom. The bit of pain she must have felt as I entered her didn’t deter her. She continued working her hips trying to take me in deeper. She was tight, very tight.

I kept my weight off her and slowly, with little humps and thrusts we worked in my cock. Her eyes stayed on my face until our pubic bones met. Smiling with our accomplishment, she relaxed, closed her eyes and started moving beneath me, sensually and erotically.

Easing down on top of her, I slide my arms under her shoulders pulling her to me. With her arms around me, she buried her face in the side of my neck and we made sweet, tender love for the first time.

We moved together as if we were made for each other. As I thrust in, she would intuitively relax opening herself and taking my full-length all the way in. When I’d eased out, she’d contract her pelvic floor muscles clutching my cock in her hot, tight puss.

Billie set the pace, wanting it slow and deep; she was warm and receptive. The sexy little nymph would gasp and squirm, followed by a groan as we made love. Burying her face against my neck, she shivered through a quieter, different type orgasm than she’d had earlier. I held her enjoying the feel of her warm, squirming, naked body against mine. She relaxed in my arms and I popped my nut.

Surprised, we stared at each other with big round eyes and started laughing. After calming down, we nestled into each other arms, gently kissing, savoring the afterglow. Lifting my head, I looked down at her, and softly asked, “Are… are you all right?”

She gave me a small questioning smile, answering, “Yeah. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” She wiggled her hinny and sighed in contentment.

As I got soft, I eased out of her and skinned the condom off. I saw the blood again and said, “I, didn’t know you were a… virgin. I…”

She put a finger on my lips hushing me, “I’m not. I lost my virginity last summer at the beach.” She laughed, kind of sardonically, “To a fucking lifeguard. How passé is that?”

I arched my eyebrow. “Oh… well, there was some blood on the condom, and, I thought, maybe...”

Billie gently shushed me again, telling me, “You’re quite a bit larger than he was.” She held up her forefinger indicating his size.

“Seriously?”

Nodding, she said, “Seriously. And, that’s being generous.”

Before I could say anything else, Billie gently stopped me, softly saying, “I don't want to go into it right now. Okay?”

Nodding, I softly said, “Okay.” She snuggled to me.

A few minutes later, Billie eased out of our embrace saying, “Thirsty.”

I started to get up, but she said, “I’ll get it. Do you want one of your beers?” I nodded yes.

Watching her walk bare-footed and naked to the car was a treat. The light from a half-moon gave her a silvery glow. She had a graceful walk; her posture was near perfect, head up, shoulders back, back straight, all of which thrust her breasts up and out.

There was very little movement in her firm, handful-sized breasts, just a saucy little bounce. I was beginning to wonder if she had permanently erect nipples, as every time I’d seen them, they were hard pebbles. And, oh my fucking stars! Her tight little butt was fucking perfect!

When she returned she stopped and started laughing, pointing at my erection, she asked, “What caused that?”

Grinning, I told her, “You.”

I rose to my knees, reached around her, cupped her butt and kissed her belly button, her lower abdomen and then nuzzled her still wet pubic patch.

Her laughter was music to my ears. She gently pushed me back onto my ass handing me my beer. Popping the top of her Diet Sprite, she took a swallow and used her feet gently spread my legs, knelt down between them and sat back on her feet.

Taking a mouthful of her Sprite she leaned over and slide her lips over the head of my cock. The feeling of cool, fizzing Sprite against my hot shaft was astonishing! She bobbed her head, swished her tongue around the head a few times, sat back up and swallowed.

With a devilish grin, she took another swallow of her drink, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaned over, stopped and said, “Let me know when you’re going to cum.” And she commenced giving me a fantastic blowjob.

I was surprised and thrilled with her oral skills. I remembered, earlier, she had mentioned sucking a few guys off. I realized knowing she’d had sex with one guy and had sucked off a few other guys, turned me on, immensely.

And damn! She was good! I wasn’t going to last long. I told her and she popped my cock out of her mouth, and aimed it off to the side, stroking me as I shot my load across the quilt.

Breathless, I said, “Wow! That was unbelievable!”

Taking her into my arms, I went to kiss her, but she resisted, turning her head, saying, “No, no, cock mouth.”

I took her chin, turned her head back and kissed her, anyway. At first, she was a little reluctant, but as the kiss proceeded she relaxed in my arms. After our kiss, she very softly whispered, “None of the other guys, I’ve given blow jobs, would kiss me afterward.”

Placing my forehead against hers, I kissed her nose, and softly told her, “I’m not one of the other guys. And, you kissed me after I… huh, went down on you, so, why wouldn’t I kiss you after you sucked my cock?”

“No, you’re definitely not like the other guys. I think you’re a cut above.” She kissed me. I stroked her back and started tickling her. She squawked and we started playfully tussling.

Pulling her down onto the quilt, I then pulled her across my lap and started tickling her in earnest. Laughing and squealing, she wiggled, kicked and squirmed trying hard, not to get away. Oh, the fun I was having tickling this lively, naked nymph.

Laughing like maniacs we ended up on our left sides spooning with me behind her. The intimacy of the position overrode our buffoonery and we started cuddling. As our breathing and heart rates returned to a normal rate, Billie murmured, "This is nice.”

We kissed, nibbled, touched, caressed, stroked, cuddled and talked until it was time to take her home. Reluctantly, I got dressed and Billie slipped back into her dress, and much to my delight neglected to put on her tiny panties.

On the way into town, Billie asked, “You know what I’d like to do tomorrow?”

“What?

“I’d like to pack a picnic and go back up there, get naked and spend the whole day hiking, exploring, sunbathing and making love.”

Grinning I said, “Sounds like a plan, let’s do it. What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”

“Ten?”