I was just 23. I lived in an inexpensive 2 bedroom apartment in the San Fernando Valley with a roommate named Mike.
I went out on a lot of dates with girls and women and was pretty self-confident in that regard. I didn't have a lot of money so I liked to come up with unusual date ideas that didn't involve lots of cash. Some of the best dates I had happened when I went out on a limb and approached very beautiful women to do something they'd never been asked to do. One of my favorites was to drive up to Mulholland drive. There was a place you could park and hike down the hill to just behind the Hollywood Bowl. You could hear the music perfectly and you could take a blanket and picnic basket- all for free. Almost no one knew about it would never be crowded. It was a great place for necking and all the feel ups you could squeeze in but a little too public for more. You could do the same thing at the Greek Theatre by parking up at the Griffith Park Observatory but it was usually more crowded in the "cheap, cheap seats".
This was the late '70's and if you didn't live it- you have no idea. Young women had easy access to birth control and society, if not their parents, had tacitly given them permission to explore their sexuality for the first time in history.
My roommate Mike was not bad looking but he had a complex about women and was painfully shy. Because of this he got stoned a lot- pretty much all the time. Maybe it was the reverse- awkward because he was stoned, but his conversations with women were always strained. He usually just grinned at them and offered them the bong. He ended up with very few second dates.
Mike did have a female friend a couple of years younger than I was. I don't remember how they met but she had gotten kicked out of her boyfriend's house and was desperate for a place to crash. Mike asked, "Can she stay for just a couple of nights on the couch? She's really desperate."
I said sure, even though I was quite certain that a "couple of nights" was unlikely.
Rhona ended up staying about 6 weeks.
She was pleasant enough and at least she mostly picked up after herself and she even did some of our disgusting dishes. In this she was a net asset, even though we largely lost access to the living room couch. It was clear from the start that Mike had the hots for her but had no idea how to even get to first base. It was painful to watch.
Rhona wasn't a beauty queen but all young women are attractive in their own way. She was about 5'3" and 110 pounds with about B sized breasts, slim, boyish hips and a nice full butt. I was dating at the time and was not at all interested- plus Mike would have probably have killed me if I'd made a move on her..
Shortly before she left, she confided that she had to leave because Mike was putting pressure on her. On several occasions- with no preamble at all he had asked, "Do you want to fuck?" Mike really knew how to charm them. I was glad to be rid of her but sorry for the circumstances.
About a year after she left, I ran into Rhona at Trader Joes- I remember we were in the produce section. I was getting one of those big bags of tangerines- she was getting some tomatoes. As one does, we fell in to talking and I asked how she was. She said she was better- she had an apartment and a good job with a future at a real estate office.
We actually hit it off pretty well and I suggested we get a bite to eat at a cute little place down the street. It was a warm breezy evening and we ate outside. We split a large Caesar salad with salmon, a basket of bread sticks and bottle of decent red wine. We still had some wine left so we ordered a chocolate mousse. Red wine and chocolate are soooo good together.
We talked about poor Mike. "He was after me all the time, couldn't take a hint. He never got aggressive or angry, he was just relentless. I know I stayed at your place longer than I should have but you really helped me out at a tough time. I've been meaning to thank you."
During dinner she laughed easily and played with her hair a lot. After desert, she picked up the check. I complained, like a guy is supposed to do but she insisted, "It's the least I can do. I live really close. Want to come over for a swim?"
It was still quite warm and I said "Sure," even though it was obvious to both of us I had no officially sanctioned swimwear with me. I thought that this could end up being interesting. The pool was in an enclosure with a wooden fence which blocked the wind and the view of any causal passersby. There were no lights on in the pool area and no other swimmers. The city lights provided enough illumination to see pretty well but it wasn't brightly lit.
I put down my grocery bag on a chair as did she. Seeing no obvious alternative, I started stripping down to my underwear. She saw me, giggled and began to disrobe as well. I was wearing tight fitting black Jockey type underwear so my semi wasn't immediately obvious, unless I suppose you were really looking. She looked really good in her lacy low cut red bra and panties. "Interesting that she hadn't gone inside to put on a bathing suit- this is encouraging," I thought. The water was very pleasant- cool without being cold. After a minute or so she suggested, "You wanna skinny dip?"
Now, I only knew of one reason a young woman suggests skinny dipping with a guy so I asked, "Rhona, do you want to get naked with me? Do you want to fuck?" She smiled- getting the joke- and swam over near me in the shallow end.
I took her by the hand and led her over to the steps. I encouraged her to kneel on the top step with her ass facing the pool. "What, why?" she asked. I slapped her ass pretty hard, "Ow," catching her by surprise. She quickly got into position just as I had described. I rubbed her tender cheek for a few seconds, then slapped her again on the other cheek, "OWWW," she wailed, but did not move.
Again, I rubbed her ass to make it feel better. "Did that hurt?" I asked.
"Yes....a little.....but I kinda liked it too. It feels warm, but don't get carried away buster," she replied wiggling her bottom back and forth as if asking for another.
I took hold of the leg opening of her underwear and moved it in toward her crack revealing both slightly rosy cheeks. It now looked like she was wearing a bright red thong. I rubbed her for a little bit, then slapped again- this time getting both cheeks, one after another. She didn't cry out this time, just inhaled sharply and kept her mouth wide open. "Too much?" I asked- but got no response. In the dim light I could still see the pink marks from my spanks complete with fingerprints against a very pale background.
"That hurts," she complained, turning her face to me. Her brows were furrowed in what looked like mock disapproval. I leaned in and kissed her right cheek. I kissed again, closer to her crack. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her red panties to the side. Sticking out my tongue, I gently licked her brown labia. Her only response was a soft "Hmmmm." She tasted fresh and clean and spicy and earthy at the same time- "womanly" in the best sense. Its always amazed me how the scent of a woman seems to lock into a receptor in my brain so perfectly. My mind focused on the task at hand.
I spread her apart and she was bright pink on the inside. I licked her there as well, then I gave her a little spank. "Oooh," is all she could say as she wiggled her butt some more.
