Roadside Quicky_(1)

I’m gonna tell you a story that happened in 1992 when I was 24 I had this 19 year old girlfriend who went to Belmont University here in Nashville.

Besides being charming, intelligent, and devastatingly beautiful, she was built like a brick shit house.

She had one of those classic hourglass figures.

Big birthing hips, big, beautiful titties, a relatively slender waist in between, and a big, juicy ass.

She’s the only girl that I ever dated who’s butt I sometimes had the irresistible urge to pinch.

It was just so perfect.

So one summer we went to visit my mother in Pensacola, and we had sex one night in an open lifeguard tower on the beach.

Won’t go into too much detail about that but suffice it to say that a good time was had by all.

However that wasn’t the only time we had sex in a public place.

We went to the bluffs while we were there, and they have this series of long wooden walkways all over that place.

I bent her over the wooden railing of one of the walkways, and was giving it to her good when we heard some people and had to stop.

When we got to the car and began driving off she suddenly said, “I think they saw us.”

“Why do you say that?” I inquired, thinking that maybe she was just being paranoid.

She shot me a furtive glance, biting the edge of her bottom lip before explaining, “I kind of saw them, or, I mean I saw one of them, quickly turning around and walking away.”

My jaw dropped, and I was more amused than angry when I exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well I was a little distracted.” she replied, stealing a moment away from the road to throw me a wry smile.

“Oh, right.” I said sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a little.

“Besides,” she went on. “As soon as they’d backed up far enough they started deliberately making noise and well, you knew what was up by then.”

I could go on and on about all the crazy shit we did on that trip, much less throughout the course of our relationship, but today I want to tell you what happened on our way home.

We were driving up Interstate 65 which is a straight shot all the way to Nashville, or rather she was driving and I was lounging in the passenger seat.

She was wearing this black velvet dress that hugged her body in all the right places and hung about midthigh when she was standing, but sitting in the car it rode up a bit higher.

She was looking sexy as fuck, no surprise there, and I was feeling a little bored so as I looked at her bare thighs I came up with a way to entertain myself.

I placed my hand on her leg just below the hem of her dress.

I say “hem” but as I recall it wasn’t hemmed at all.

It was as if she’d just cut the bottom off a longer dress.

She shot me a quick glance, giving me a little sideways smile.

I knew that smile well at this point and as I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, slipping it under her dress, she opened her legs a bit further, biting her bottom lip.