Terri’s Cherry

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Terri’s Cherry


I first saw her at a local dirt race track. The track was located on the southern edge of a southwestern desert city. It was a hot Friday night in July of 1977. Earlier in the evening my car had suffered mechanical troubles so, I was out of the show for the night. Instead of racing, I was wandering around the pit area socializing with my friends and competitors.

One of those friends pointed out a young lady hanging out in a pit several slots down from my disabled car. She was with one of the rookie competitors, and seemed to be quite confused by her surroundings. Being the friendly, and horny, type that I am, I wandered over and introduced myself.

Her name was Terri, and she knew practically nothing about stock car racing. She said. I have no idea how the program is run here. How do you know what’s next?

“So, when I offered to explain the track’s procedures and get her a close up view of some of the better cars, she quickly accepted.

We spent the rest of the evening wandering around the track’s pit area, looking at cars, and getting to know one another.

Terri was young. She told me she was twenty-one-years-old. I was twenty-eight. I found out about a week later she had told me a little white lie that first night. She was really nineteen. She was 5’6” and a little on the hefty side, just the way I had come to like them. She weighed about 200 pounds and, like most bigger girls, had a great set of tits.

Of all the nights to meet a new friend, I was unable to see her again as soon as I would have liked. I was leaving very early the next morning for a business/vacation trip to Los Angles. I would be gone all the next week. So, as the night at the track came to an end, I got her phone number and promised to call her when I returned from California. With a quick kiss and we parted.

I returned home the next weekend at about 2:00 PM Saturday afternoon. To Terri’s surprise, I called her as soon as I got in my door. I was pleased when she accepted my invitation for dinner and a movie. It somewhat surprised her when I requested she wear a dress. In the past, when she had gone out with her friends, she had usually worn jeans. I had to explain to her that we were not going to McDonald’s and a drive-in theater. That was the kind of evening she was used to with her high school friends.

When I picked her up early that evening, I went to her door as opposed to just blowing my horn in her driveway. A gentleman should always go to the door to meet his date. Opening the car door for her is a nice touch as well.

Terri was wearing a light, snug fitting, blue and white print dress that came down to just above her knees. The front tapered to a point about even with her nipple line. Buttons ran from that point to her waist. This afforded me a nice view of her ample cleavage and offered easy access should an opportunity present itself later that night.

A nice downtown Polynesian restaurant was our first destination. Our mahi-mahi was delicious. After dinner, we took in a movie at a theater near my home. I didn’t see much of the film. I was too busy watching her breasts trying to escape the confines of that dress. Every time I tried to stroke the top of one of her breasts, Terri smiled and gently moved my hand away. Holding her hand was as close to her breasts as I was allowed to get at that time.

When the movie ended, I was pleasantly surprised when she accepted my invitation to come to my place for a drink.

After getting into my car in the theater’s parking lot, she slid over and sat close to me. I put my arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer. That afforded me the chance to brush the swell of her tits with my right hand. Though she didn’t pull away, she did tense up. I could tell Terri was not used to such familiarity. I lightened my touch, but did not stop stroking the exposed portion of her tits.

After a short time on the road, Terri placed her left hand on my right leg just above the knee.