During my second year of college, I worked at a corner gas station down by the beach. It was definitely the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights. There were a steady parade of girls coming in to fill up their cars on their way out to the parties and bars. At the time, we were a full-service gas station, which meant we would check the oil and wash the windshields. At least once a night, we would get a couple 30 something women coming through dressed to impress, making sure we washed their windshields with a little more detail than usual, looking to each other while “unknowingly” parting their legs, teasing us with an open view of their lacy panties, giggling and looking for “the little boy’s” reaction to the view. I’d just smile and say, “Thank you ladies!” “Have a good night!”
One Friday night a car with a couple girls pulled in. I came to the window and there was Liz, one of the girls from High School. She was the class behind me, but the first time I saw her as a freshman, I had an instant crush. She was of Italian heritage, curly, dark shoulder length hair, deep brown eyes, and a body… well, let’s say she was very well proportioned. She had a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend, so I never pursued anything with her. After I graduated, I never saw her again. I heard through the grapevine, that her and her boyfriend were still together and were planning to get married after graduation. I was saddened to read in the paper that her boyfriend had been killed in a motorcycle accident a month after they graduated. That had to be devastating for her.
Liz and I talked for quite a while, catching up on things. Guy, who worked with me came over and Liz introduced him to Sandy. We all chatted for quite some time, interrupted occasionally by the “ding” “ding” of another car pulling in. The girls soon left and we closed the station.
My shift started at three the following afternoon. We were just hanging out between cars, checking out girls walking back from the beach. A familiar car pulled in and stopped where I was standing. It was Sandy. “Liz was talking about you a lot after we left.” “She told me about the crush she had on you, and how much of a jock you were in High School” “I’m sure if you asked her, she would go out with you”. Sandy handed a slip of paper with a phone number on it. “You might want to call her” waving as she drove away.
Well, my Momma didn’t raise no dummy, so I ran in the office (no cell phones then) and called Liz. “How’d you get my number?” “A little birdy flew by and dropped it off” I said with a hint of innocence in my voice. “Saturday nights we after work we head down to the river bottom, build a fire, crank up the tunes and hang out.” “I’d like you go with me; it’ll be fun!” “I close up here at nine, I’ll come by and get you!” “I don’t know…” “Come on, it’ll be fun, Sandy can go too.” “Ok, but we’ll come by there” “That will be great! See you in a bit!”
The girls showed up at right on time. We closed up the station, went to the liquor store next door and picked up our usual 2 six packs of Lowenbrau. I had Sandy lock and park her car next to the office. “We’ll need to take the Landcruiser and my pickup to get down there.” “There should be a couple more people down there already.” Sandy jumped in with Guy, and Liz went with me.
By the time we got down there, the fire was blazin’ and “Kansas” was a blarin’! Ah… my kind a party! It didn’t take long for the group to start singing at the top of our lungs
“Carry on my wayward son…”
“There’ll be peace when you get done…”
“Lay your weary head to rest…”
“Don't you cry no more.” (Air guitar&hellip
God I love Kansas!
The party was fizzling out. Liz and I were snuggled up against a log, my arm around her shoulder, her head on my chest. Guy and Sandy disappeared into the back of my truck. I asked Liz if she was having a good time. “Yes, I really needed this. I’m glad we finally get to talk.” I told her, “You know I had a massive crush on you in school” “I can’t believe you’re here now, beautiful Liz, right here with my arms wrapped around you.” Liz replied softly, “It feels really nice, … your arms around me …” I placed two fingers under her chin, guiding her lips to meet mine. The moment I have thought about in many a dream is actually happening, … Our lips touched softly, lingering in the newness, the warmth of their touch. Liz turns her body toward mine, her hand reaching up, pulling our lips tightly together, our tongues sharing a teasing dance, her body pressing against mine. I eased our lips apart, “We should probably get you home.” Softly hinting what we both knew was going to happen.
We walked to my truck, slapped the side of the shell of my truck, “Time to go!” Liz and I jumped in the cab and waited for Guy and Sandy to pull themselves together and hop out. It was hard to keep our hands off one another. Our lips again found each other, her hand on my cheek, the other finding my thigh. The drive out of the river bottom seemed to take forever, but we made it out to pavement and rushed to her apartment. I walked her to the door; she fumbled with the key but got the door open. She started to step inside, paused looking coyly over her shoulder “Did you want to come in?” “Liz, there is nothing I want more” closing the door behind me as she led us inside.
We settled on the sofa; our lips locked in a passionate embrace, hands wandering over each other’s body, pulling at buttons and clothing. My searching hand found her ample breasts, cupping their fullness, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch. Liz unbuttoned her blouse, pulling the fabric aside, exposing their smoothness to my lips and tongue. Liz made a gentle moan, pushing her breasts hard to my face, forcing my head against her soft flesh, her breathing becoming deep and deliberate. My hands wandered down her sides, pausing and gripping the fullness of her ass. I moved to my knees in front of her, sliding her hips forward to the edge of the cushion. I reach for the buttons on her jeans. Liz helped release their restraint, lifted her hips slightly as I slid the denim and satin panties to the floor. There before me, the subject of many dreams, lying naked, fully exposed, a beautiful angel, her imploring arms reaching out, pulling me close between her parting her legs, our lips joined together, consumed by lust and growing passion.
Her small hands reached between us, pulling and releasing my belt and jeans. I stood up and removed my jeans. My hard cock sprang to attention, released from its restraints. Liz jumped up to her knees and took my hardness in her hand, stroking it, admiring its girth, pulling me toward her. “Sit here”, patting her hand on the sofa. Liz began stroking with both hands building pressure in the head of my cock. She lowered her mouth to my hardness, her tongue teasing the pumped purple head, my legs shaking uncontrollably every time her tongue touched my cock. Liz stared at me with a smile, releasing her grasp on my cock, opened her mouth, slowly taking its length, gliding it in and out of her warm wet mouth.
The sensation was becoming too much to control. I lifted her mouth to mine, kissed her deeply, then laid her down on the sofa. I placed my hands on her knees, coaxing them farther apart, fully exposing herself to me. Her neatly trimmed bush perfectly framed her beautiful pussy, her lips pink and swollen, droplets of nectar oozed from within, her tiny clit peeking out from its hood. I knelt down, running my tongue the length of her folds, inhaling her essence, lapping her savory juice, placing my mouth over her clit, sucking it softly, teasing it with my stiffened tongue.
Liz grabbed onto my head, holding it still, ground her clit against my mouth and tongue, her body twitching in a reflexive response. “Come here”, coaxing my head from her thighs, pulling me again to her wanting lips. “I need you!” “Please fuck me!” “Please…”. Her pleas turned to a passionate moan as the tip of my hardness breached her moist silky folds, pushing in deeper with each growing thrust. Deeper… Harder… Deeper…, my balls slapping against her wetness announcing the depth of every thrust. Her hips rose up to meet my quickening thrust, Faster… Harder… my legs shaking… my hips now jerking in an uncontrolled spasm, pumping my sperm deep within her folds. Liz cried out, gripping my ass, pulling me tight against her thighs, “Yes baby!” … “Yes!” … “Fill my pussy” …” Fill my pussy!” … Spent, I lowered myself above her quivering body, pressing my lips upon hers, still spinning in the moment we shared. I rolled to her side, still joined by my softening cock. I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her breast in a comforting hold. We awoke a bit later and retired to the comfort of her bed.
I woke up the following morning, sun glaring through the window. Liz was still asleep but beginning to rustle around a bit. I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her breast, snuggling up against her beautiful butt, my penis resting against the crease of her ass. Moaning awake, and feeling my growing hardness, Liz began slowly moving her hips, rubbing back against my cock, parting her legs slightly, guiding its head between her thighs, sliding against her moistening slit. Liz turned her head, guiding my lips to the crook of her neck, “Good morning” I whispered by her ear. “This is a nice way to be woken up” Liz replied with a smile in her voice. I lifted her leg to my shoulder, my hard shaft probing, slowly entering her slick cum filled cavity from the previous night. “Oh… that feels soo… nice” resting her forehead resting against my shoulder, gazing between her outstretched legs, seeing my hardness disappear within her folds, gasping, panting for breath as the thrusting of my cock penetrates and reappears again and again! My thrusts become long and hard, pausing then thrusting deep, “Ahh! … ugh! …ugh!” pumping my seed deep within her folds.
We laid there with our arms and legs entwined together for while longer, still recovering from an eventful night. Liz wined, “Oh…. I need a shower!” realizing she had to get up. “You want to join me?” “Sure!” We jumped in the shower, washing the smoke and sex form each other’s body, maybe taking a little extra time in those “special” areas.
I only dated Liz a couple weeks. It became very clear there were issues she had not yet worked out, loosing her boyfriend the previous year. I ran into Liz a few months later. My girlfriend and I were walking up to a party. Liz and Sandy happened to be walking out. Liz, true to form, came running up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a big one on my lips! She let go, giggled and said, “Nice to see you!” Sandy and Liz walked off giggling like schoolgirls. Had fun explaining that one to the girlfriend!
It was about that time I left home and joined the CCC. Glad I Could Help! The Mysterious Rose Welcome to Paradise A couple years later I was home visiting trying to figure out my next move. A friend and I decided to go to a bar down in the harbor. As chance had it, Sandy was there with her fiancé. We said hello and made introductions. “So, what’s Liz up to?” I asked. Sandy’s face went blank. “I’m afraid I have bad news” “Liz passed away 3 months ago.” “What?” “How?” I asked. “She had been in a really bad place this last year” “She never got over Nick dying” “She was drinking heavily, anti-depressants…” “They found her floating in the pool at her apartment complex” “They think she may have passed out and fell in” “Or, you know...”. I gave Sandy a hug and told her how sorry I was of her passing.
It was definitely a gut punch to me. Could I have helped her back then? Don’t know. I don’t think she wanted help at the time. You gotta want the help to get it sometimes.
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Wow! Just wow. Great story
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Nice descriptive story, excellent sexy photos.. thanks for a good read!!
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Nice write.
Super story - thanks!
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Brings memories of my lost love
Many of us have memories of lost love. I hope the memories warm your heart!
@Thetraveler230 I was with her at her last breath
@haphazard1 I understand. I was also holding my wife's hand as she passed. That scene is burned in my brain, but when I think of the amazing 40 yrs and memories shared together, it always brings me back from the darkness.
Thanks for sharing
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You can't fight winning battles over booze and some grief. Just can't, that's unfortunately, on that person. Don't beat yourself up on " what iffs !!" The sexual encounter/s were awesome but she could very easily been using you to make the grief go away. Good fortune !!
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Very sad end indeed…unless you find someone to talk with….you are in a very black hole on your own…..hard to break that cycle ….love the pics capture the sex mmmm
I lost my wife of 40 yrs. to cancer 4 years ago. I have since met and currently dating an amazing woman. As wonderful as she is, I still feel a hole in my soul, like something is missing. Of course that hole is my wife. When i feel myself falling into the rabbit hole, I try and remember the good times, my boys, family, those things are still a very important part of my life.
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