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I got to thinking today about my High school sweetheart, whom Ive lost touch with sadly.
Amanda was her name and she was a great girl. I have a lot of great memories of our time together but one memory stands out for me.
It was just before we graduated and her folks had taken us to a play at maine state theatre in Brunswick. She was into drama. we lived about 40 minutes from Brunswick and after the play we started the drive home. Her Mom drove and her Dad who was still recovering from open heart surgery quickly fell asleep in the passenger seat. We shared the back seat Amanda behind her Mom and me to her right. Amanda had worn a her typical outfit of an oversized sweater(to hide her oversized boobs) and a pair of black stirrup pants. (if you remember the eightys you must remember stirrup pants. they were made out of some kind of thin stretchy material and had loops that went around the foot like a stirrup.) Any how it was late and after a few minutes of conversation we all got kind of quiet. her mom turned on some NPR show and we just sat back in the darkness with Amanda holding my hand in her lap. Amanda always sat crosslegged except when she was driving and she held my hand with both of hers while I looked out my window into the darkness. Now at that age your always horny,but I was surprised when she took the ring finger of my left hand and holding it like a pencil started to draw circles around her clit. Those pants were so tight and so thin I could feel the folds of her pussy clearly though them. One glance at here and I knew to relax and sit quietly so her mom wouldnt notice anything, Which was difficult considering the rock hard woody that sprang to life in my pants. I turned my gaze back toward the dark window and actually closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on keeping my breathing quiet and even. After a little while I felt her body stiffen and I could just hear the slightest change in her breathing as she orgasmed. She held my hand lightly untill they dropped me off,giving me a quick "in front of the parents" kiss. before driving off to leave me with the worst case of blue balls in modern history.
LOL it was still one of the most erotic moments in my life. I always woneder if her Mom knew.
10/6/2005 3:14 pm
That is a great memory, very hot.|
I wish I was a long slim yoga teacher. And I am over 40. But it is good to ask for what you want, you never know.
I did drive through Brunswick yesterday, though. I was up north on a beautiful lake. I love the lakes in Maine. Peaceful, pretty, and in a few weeks, the leaves will be in their full glory.
Thanks for visiting my new blog.
10/6/2005 4:00 pm
great memory. It is one of those memories that leaves the rest of world something to live up to.
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