Barbara was just right —–part 1

As Promised this is for you Kimmie



This is that story I promised to write for a long time regarding a incident that happened in 1987. This is pretty much as it happened.



I was into skeet shooting at various clubs around the area. There were many young and not so young professional people that enjoyed the shooting sports in my area. There were many”rod and gun” clubs that were more competitive shooting clubs that had evolved from the old hunting and drinking clubs of the 30’s and 40’s. It seems that most people enjoyed firearms but were not happy to actually kill a game animal. I was hooked into the Sporting Clay Shooting and Skeet shooting early in my life as game animals were not that common in Urban areas of Up State New York.



At one local club, skeet and trap were shot every week. Usually shot with 5 “man” squads every Wednesday night and Sunday morning. The club sat on the side of a mountain that had scenic views the Berkshire mountains that were nothing less than outstanding. Especially when snow covered.



As the squad gathered this one Sunday morning, I could not help but notice a “young girl” walking toward the skeet field, with an older woman what turned out to be her Mother. They had paid to shoot on our squad.Now we had a total of seven shooters which could make the game slow down to a crawl.



The girl Barbara and her mother , Carol turned out to be very good shooters and the game moved quite fast. The mother was about 12 years older than me, while the girl turned out to be 23 years old and operated a truck farm with Mom and Dad. Barbara could shoot and did beat most of the men on the squad. She was very thin and looked younger than her age. She looked like a boy. Small breasts, no ass, no hips just under 6 foot of boyish looks.



I actually stopped looking at her as a woman and more like a guy. She shot for that whole winter every Sunday and disappeared in the Spring when planting time arrived.



The club was full of farmers and cattlemen that held old fashion rules and one of them was that women,while not out right prohibited from joining, certainly were discouraged from membership at the club. Time passed and over the Summer I had forgotten about Barbara and her mother.



That is until my wife and I went out for dinner with my friend and his date. When I we arrived at the restaurant, I was surprised to see that Barbara was my friend’s date. John, my shooting friend, was 20 years older than Barbara . He lived in the same county as Barbara’s parents had their truck farm, but until now I had no idea they were dating. Shooting I guess was their common interest.


Conversation progressed and we all learned that Barbara was a Varsity swimmer in High School. No surprise there because of the slender boyish body. She loved the water but was stuck on the farm most of the time. My wife told her that we had just bought a large boat on a local lake. After hours of conversation, Barbara asked my wife if it were possible that she could come up on our boat sometime this summer. My wife said “sure” and it was left at that.



Later I found out that John never got anything from Barbara outside of a hand job. No sex. I believe they had a total of 3 dates and then mutually agreed to end any relationship they had.


One day at the garden store in walks Barbara to buy some weed killer. In conversation I told her that I would be at my boat doing maintaince next Saturday morning alone. My wife would be at her Sisters for the day. She was familiar with the area and knew where the Marina was located. Nothing more was said and it was quickly forgotten until the following Saturday as I was oiling the teak on the swim platform, I noticed Barbara carrying a bag of clothes walking down my dock. She had a gait like a boy and with short hair tucked under her base ball hat, she could easily pass as my Son. No one gave her a second look as she found the boat slip and stepped over the rail on the aft deck.



She had very short pants on with a t-shirt top, no bra as it was not necessary. She later admitted that she did not own a bra of any type. She helped me with the waxing and cleaning of the boat in return for a boat ride. She brought some food and beer with her , added to the full locker I had on the boat , we had plenty of food. I did not just cruise with the boat for no reason since the price of marine gas had doubled in two years and this boat was a 32 foot Sea Ray Cruiser with dual tunnel drives and 2 Marine Volvo engines.