I held the door for her, started the car and we just drove, talking. There was a little town about 30 miles down the Oregon coast, and a quiet park just south of there.
I pulled into the park, and shut off the engine. Then I leaned over and kissed her, she didn’t resist, she kissed me right back.
“Hey, that was our first kiss!” I told her.
Then I spotted the tears in her eyes. Afraid I had done something to upset her, I apologized, she said, “No, I just wanted you to do that for so long!”
We cuddled as best we could, dang floor shifter between the bucket seats. I took a chance and stroked the side of her right breast. There was no resistance, so I continued. I let my hand slide down the side of her ribcage, then rested it on her hip. Still no resistance! I was in record territory here, so I let my hand brush down her hip.
Paula just moaned softly. I went back to her breast, more firmly this time, still waiting for the hand to stop me. It never came. In short order, I had my hands all over her, she was letting me do anything I wanted.
The dress she wore zipped up the back, so I pulled her forward gently and reached around behind. I found the zipper, slid it down an inch, she just kept her mouth firmly planted against mine!
I slid the zipper to her waist, feeling the sudden looseness of the top of her outfit. Emboldened now, I reached for the clasp of her bra, she leaned forwards slightly to help me.
I fumbled with the catch, trying to figure out how it worked. “Just press it together!” she murmered into my mouth and hunched her shoulders back slightly. I felt the clips seperate, the bra slipped loose!
By now I had a boner that was busting my slacks, she giggled as she let her hand brush across me. Then with a little shake of her shoulders, her top slid forwards, she lifted out first one arm, then the other.
There was a tiny moment of modesty as she held the front of her dress against her, but I reached out and slid my hand to her bare bosom. I cupped and caressed, then went to her nipple, feeling and rolling it in my fingers.
I wanted to see her, so I slid her top down. She sat there, bathed in the bright moonlight. Some instinct kicked in, and I began to lick and nuzzle her, exploring this new sensation.
I felt her hand on the front of my slacks, no gentle brush this time, she was feeling me deliberately!
“In the back!” she managed to grunt. Then she turned and somehow managed to climb into the back over the seats, not an easy feat. I knew it would be more difficult for me, so I opened the door, and climbed in through the side.
I settled into the seat just as she lifted up and slid her panties down her legs, leaning forward to deposit them in her purse. Then she leaned back and looked at me with slitted eyes.
I flipped the catch on my belt, knowing now. I hesitated for a moment, no woman had ever seen my nakedness except for my Mother, and then not for years! But I managed, I pulled my slacks and briefs down in one pull.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “It’s huge!” Then she reached out and took me in both hands. She let her fingers drift up and over my balls, then she put the palms of her hands flat against my penis and rolled them back and forth opposite each other.
She then was pulling me towards her, I reached and took the hem of her dress in my hands, bringing it up, up…
It was to her waist, I could see her puffy lips, they looked shiny in the moonlight, I could smell the heat of her.
I slid myself up, she was a bit cramped so she slid herself down, finally we were comfortable and in line, I let myself press into her.
My first experience into the folds of a woman, and I blasted off on the first stroke, there was no stopping that. But I didn’t stop, didn’t soften, I just started up again.
In short order,Paula was straining to meet me, a struggle in the confines of the back seat of a car. I felt her soften even more if that was possible, we were sloppy wet with each other by now. Then she was squealing and gurgling and making all the strange noises a woman can in the throes of pleasure.
I came a second time with her, my mouth working greedily at her full breasts, trying to be part of all of her at once.
Just then headlights came into the park, we both jumped and hurriedly dressed. I started the Impala and headed back towards our little town.
We talked softly on the way, once friends, now lovers.
I asked her where she wanted to go, she gave me the address. Then she turned to me and said, “I wish you had been the first!”.
I didn’t have an answer, then I told her at least I had found her again, we could be together.
“No, I can’t.” Paula told, “We can’t!”
“Why not?” I asked her, we would be good together. I already had it in my head that I wanted to marry her.
“I just can’t,” she said again. “Sam is my husband!”
That startled me, I had no idea. I drove her to her home, a small place just outside of our town. I let her out, and got back into the car. She leaned inside the driver’s side window and kissed me. “Bye!” was all she said.
Paula and Sam moved soon after that, I never saw her again. To this day, I have always wondered….what would my life be like if I HAD been first?
All I would have needed to do was try…
This is one of the stories I found in Ted’s notebooks after his recent death. I posted it exactly the way he wrote it with no changes.
Lee
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