Summer of Sex
30-Mar-25 21:40
It was the summer of 1979, and I was working as a line cook at a Restrant with a national seafood chain in Aurora, Colorado. The kitchen was hot, the hours long, but it paid the bills while I figured out what to do with my life after high school.
Lisa was a waitress there—blonde, 5'7", with bright blue eyes that crinkled when she laughed and a figure that turned heads whenever she entered a room. At 24, she carried herself with a confidence I could only dream of at 18. I'd catch her glancing my way sometimes, lingering at the pass to chat when picking up orders. The flirtation was subtle at first, but unmistakable.
One Friday night, a group of coworkers planned a trip to Red Rocks Amphitheater after our shift. The night air was warm, stars scattered across the Colorado sky as we stood at the edge of the iconic venue. Everyone was spread out, admiring the view of Denver twinkling in the distance. Lisa stood apart from the group, her silhouette outlined by moonlight.
I gathered my courage and approached her from behind, gently slipping my arms around her waist. When she didn't pull away, I brushed my lips against the soft skin of her neck. She responded immediately, leaning back into my chest with a soft sigh. My hands slowly moved upward, caressing the curves of her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. She reached up, running her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer
The others began to notice our intimate moment, exchanging knowing glances. Without a word, we made our way back to the van for the ride home. The tension between us was electric, charged with unspoken desires. The night ended with a deep, passionate kiss against her doorway, her body pressed against mine as we reluctantly parted, making plans for the next evening at the drive-in theater.
The following night was just as warm. I picked her up in my 1972 Porsche 914, targa top removed to enjoy the summer breeze. Lisa emerged from her apartment wearing a form-fitting white tank top that left little to the imagination and cutoff 501s that showcased her tanned, slender legs. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her.
We found a spot two rows in from the back of the drive-in where The Godfather was playing. As the film progressed, our attention drifted from the screen to each other. Her kisses were hungry, passionate. Her fingers traced patterns down my chest before skillfully undoing my zipper, releasing my growing arousal. She moved with deliberate grace, her soft lips and warm mouth enveloping my hard cock completely.
I slid my hand beneath the frayed hem of her shorts, finding her hot, wet lips ready for my touch. I explored her most sensitive areas, delighting in the way she responded to each stroke of my fingers.
The pleasure built until I could hold back no longer, my release intensified by the thrill of possibly being seen by nearby moviegoers. She maintained eye contact throughout, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she swallowed every drop. The experience left me breathless, eager for more, but knowing that we might have been seen we decided to end the night there, both anticipating what was to come.
I worked the morning shift the next day, barely able to focus as images of Lisa flashed through my mind. I left early and drove straight to her apartment, my heart racing with anticipation.
When she opened the door, I was stunned by the vision before me. She wore a white cotton bodysuit that hugged every curve, the fabric semi-transparent in the afternoon light. Her nipples pressed visibly against the material, and the high cut of the suit accentuated her long legs.
Words failed me as desire took over. We barely made it to the couch before my hands were on her, exploring every inch of her body. She led me by my already hard cock to her bedroom, both of us shedding clothing along the way. I slipped the thin straps of her bodysuit off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful breasts, which filled my hands perfectly. I released the clasps at her hips, revealing her smooth beautifully trimmed pussy, the flesh eagerly awaiting my hard 7 inch cock.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I entered her slowly, savoring the sensation as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. We moved together in perfect rhythm before transitioning to her on top, her body arching above mine. The position allowed me to take her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently as she rode me with increasing intensity. We continued exploring each other's bodies, finding what brought the most pleasure, until we both reached a powerful climax together.
Afterward, as we lay intertwined on her bed, I traced lazy circles around her nipples with my fingertips. Suddenly, she gasped and arched her back, her body shuddering with an unexpected second wave of pleasure. When she caught her breath, she looked at me with wonder in her eyes.
"That's never happened before," she whispered, curling into me. "Either someone taught you incredibly well, or you're a natural genius."
The following weekend, Lisa suggested a picnic in the mountains. She picked me up in her van, and I drove us up to a secluded trail in the Rockies. The day was perfect—clear blue skies and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.
We'd just started hiking when Lisa turned to me with that mischievous smile I was growing to love. "Wait here," she said, "I need to grab something from the van."
After she'd been gone longer than expected, I backtracked down the trail, concerned. I found her in a small clearing just off the path, lying on a blanket she'd spread out. Her sundress was unbuttoned down the front, her golden skin and her beautiful breasts contrasting with the green grass beneath her.
"I thought we might enjoy the view," she said softly, beckoning me closer.
The sight of her there, surrounded by nature, was irresistible. I quickly shed my jeans and joined her on the blanket, our bodies coming together with an urgency born of desire. As I moved above her, I could see the now-busy parking area in the distance. The possibility of being discovered only heightened our passion as we surrendered to the moment, culminating in intense orgasams that left us both breathless and satisfied.
We had barely composed ourselves and returned to the trail when another hiking couple approached from further up the path. Their knowing smiles and lingering glances told us they may have witnessed our passionate encounter, adding an unexpected thrill to our mountain adventure.
That summer with Lisa taught me more than just physical pleasure—it was an awakening to connection, desire, and the beautiful complexity of intimacy shared between two people who simply couldn't get enough of each other.
Lisa was a waitress there—blonde, 5'7", with bright blue eyes that crinkled when she laughed and a figure that turned heads whenever she entered a room. At 24, she carried herself with a confidence I could only dream of at 18. I'd catch her glancing my way sometimes, lingering at the pass to chat when picking up orders. The flirtation was subtle at first, but unmistakable.
One Friday night, a group of coworkers planned a trip to Red Rocks Amphitheater after our shift. The night air was warm, stars scattered across the Colorado sky as we stood at the edge of the iconic venue. Everyone was spread out, admiring the view of Denver twinkling in the distance. Lisa stood apart from the group, her silhouette outlined by moonlight.
I gathered my courage and approached her from behind, gently slipping my arms around her waist. When she didn't pull away, I brushed my lips against the soft skin of her neck. She responded immediately, leaning back into my chest with a soft sigh. My hands slowly moved upward, caressing the curves of her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. She reached up, running her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer
The others began to notice our intimate moment, exchanging knowing glances. Without a word, we made our way back to the van for the ride home. The tension between us was electric, charged with unspoken desires. The night ended with a deep, passionate kiss against her doorway, her body pressed against mine as we reluctantly parted, making plans for the next evening at the drive-in theater.
The following night was just as warm. I picked her up in my 1972 Porsche 914, targa top removed to enjoy the summer breeze. Lisa emerged from her apartment wearing a form-fitting white tank top that left little to the imagination and cutoff 501s that showcased her tanned, slender legs. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her.
We found a spot two rows in from the back of the drive-in where The Godfather was playing. As the film progressed, our attention drifted from the screen to each other. Her kisses were hungry, passionate. Her fingers traced patterns down my chest before skillfully undoing my zipper, releasing my growing arousal. She moved with deliberate grace, her soft lips and warm mouth enveloping my hard cock completely.
I slid my hand beneath the frayed hem of her shorts, finding her hot, wet lips ready for my touch. I explored her most sensitive areas, delighting in the way she responded to each stroke of my fingers.
The pleasure built until I could hold back no longer, my release intensified by the thrill of possibly being seen by nearby moviegoers. She maintained eye contact throughout, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she swallowed every drop. The experience left me breathless, eager for more, but knowing that we might have been seen we decided to end the night there, both anticipating what was to come.
I worked the morning shift the next day, barely able to focus as images of Lisa flashed through my mind. I left early and drove straight to her apartment, my heart racing with anticipation.
When she opened the door, I was stunned by the vision before me. She wore a white cotton bodysuit that hugged every curve, the fabric semi-transparent in the afternoon light. Her nipples pressed visibly against the material, and the high cut of the suit accentuated her long legs.
Words failed me as desire took over. We barely made it to the couch before my hands were on her, exploring every inch of her body. She led me by my already hard cock to her bedroom, both of us shedding clothing along the way. I slipped the thin straps of her bodysuit off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful breasts, which filled my hands perfectly. I released the clasps at her hips, revealing her smooth beautifully trimmed pussy, the flesh eagerly awaiting my hard 7 inch cock.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I entered her slowly, savoring the sensation as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. We moved together in perfect rhythm before transitioning to her on top, her body arching above mine. The position allowed me to take her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently as she rode me with increasing intensity. We continued exploring each other's bodies, finding what brought the most pleasure, until we both reached a powerful climax together.
Afterward, as we lay intertwined on her bed, I traced lazy circles around her nipples with my fingertips. Suddenly, she gasped and arched her back, her body shuddering with an unexpected second wave of pleasure. When she caught her breath, she looked at me with wonder in her eyes.
"That's never happened before," she whispered, curling into me. "Either someone taught you incredibly well, or you're a natural genius."
The following weekend, Lisa suggested a picnic in the mountains. She picked me up in her van, and I drove us up to a secluded trail in the Rockies. The day was perfect—clear blue skies and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.
We'd just started hiking when Lisa turned to me with that mischievous smile I was growing to love. "Wait here," she said, "I need to grab something from the van."
After she'd been gone longer than expected, I backtracked down the trail, concerned. I found her in a small clearing just off the path, lying on a blanket she'd spread out. Her sundress was unbuttoned down the front, her golden skin and her beautiful breasts contrasting with the green grass beneath her.
"I thought we might enjoy the view," she said softly, beckoning me closer.
The sight of her there, surrounded by nature, was irresistible. I quickly shed my jeans and joined her on the blanket, our bodies coming together with an urgency born of desire. As I moved above her, I could see the now-busy parking area in the distance. The possibility of being discovered only heightened our passion as we surrendered to the moment, culminating in intense orgasams that left us both breathless and satisfied.
We had barely composed ourselves and returned to the trail when another hiking couple approached from further up the path. Their knowing smiles and lingering glances told us they may have witnessed our passionate encounter, adding an unexpected thrill to our mountain adventure.
That summer with Lisa taught me more than just physical pleasure—it was an awakening to connection, desire, and the beautiful complexity of intimacy shared between two people who simply couldn't get enough of each other.
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