(Special thanks to Bandra for editing this for me.)
Amber Conquers
I'm 36 now, but haven't always been so wise. Or, have I grown up at all? I still love the female body like nothing else. I still lust over the women that I see walking down the street, or in stores. I also tend to have fantasies about several of my friends' wives.
I think my "womanizing" started quite awhile back just shortly after high school. But hey, is it really womanizing when you are doing the women a favor?
I had been broken up from a pretty serious girlfriend named Amber for about 2 months. We had dated for seven months off and on before she broke up with me "for good."
"It just isn't working for me." She told me. "We need to see other people. Plus I am going to be going to college in a couple of months."
The real problem was that we were both very independent people and it just didn't jive.
I was keeping busy working for a small landscaping company mowing lawns during the summer for just above the minimum wage. My two main duties were mowing the lawns and edging, but I also had to trim hedges when we were shorthanded.
The work helped to keep my mind off of Amber, but my body was going through withdrawals from sex. My only way to alleviate myself was to masturbate which I usually did several times a week, back then. Amber had started dating Sid (which was probably the real reason why she broke up with me) who happened to be my best friend. Even with guys, that isn't cool. You just don't date your friend's ex. But, whatever. Our town had only about 4,000 residents; so the pickings were slim.
In spite of this, I still kept close contact with Amber because our families were friends. I still saw her around town and on most weekends because of various family get-togethers.
On one memorable occasion in particular, we were all out at her place, which was out in a rural area. Her family lived on a 160 acre grape vineyard. Her father did very well from his winery. Besides their huge house which most would call a mansion, they had all the toys: four wheelers, dune buggies, and wave runners for a small 6-acre pond that was on their property.
Amber was about 5'9", slender, with a nice pair of tits. With my limited knowledge of cup sizes back then, I guessed they were a large B if not a C. I love the entire female body, especially tits, and even to this day I'm a tit guy. She was a beautiful brunette with long flowing hair that reached to the middle of her back. She had a perfect firm young schoolgirl ass, but those tits were what I liked about her the most. On this particular day, Amber was wearing a brown spaghetti string top with short khaki shorts. Her hair was actually curled today and just below her shoulders. She was looking mighty fine.
I was a little taller then she. I was pretty athletic at the time with a little bit of meat on me but nevertheless, was good looking (or so I was told by more than one girl). I considered myself above average in the package department. I had some girth and was an inch or two longer than the average male. I was wearing jogging shorts, with a plain white shirt that had a pocket in front for my cigarettes. I wore my hair buzz short back then. The girls seemed to like it because they would always run their hands through my hair.
We usually tried to avoid each other at gatherings as much as possible, but this day Amber convinced me to go on a four-wheeler ride with her. This wasn't totally out of the ordinary but still a little uncomfortable at first. I reluctantly agreed but then we both hopped on their red Honda ATV. I was driving and she was right behind me with her arms around my chest. She seemed to be holding on a little hard and every once in a while rubbed where she knew my largest patch of chest hair was growing.
We were out there riding the ATV, sharing a cigarette, and she was telling me where to drive. After a little while, down several dirt driveways she told me to head out to the old run down barn located at the back of their property. She said she wanted to show me something. The barn originally was used to house farming equipment but had seen better days. It was virtually empty now. It looked as though a huge gust of wind would surely topple down the barn. There were slats of wood missing or falling down. Parts of the tin roof had been blown off and most of what was left was a rusted reddish brown.
As we were getting closer to the barn she slid her right arm down my chest and grabbed the bulge in my shorts. I was caught by surprise but I already had a semi hard-on just from her tits pressing up against my back. It didn't take much in those days.
She kept rubbing me until my little guy was rock solid and throbbing in my shorts. I turned around to her and looked her in the eye.
