by notenufsx4me and lovetoread
Chapter 1: Jason meets Julie and meets with Gayle
It was early fall in East Texas. Carter had been in office followed by Reagan. The weather was hot and dry just like my sex life. Hi, I am Jason and I would like to tell you a story that happened to me one Wednesday.
I was going through a dry spell, I mean to say it had been such a long time since I have had sex I do not remember who gets tied up! I was half dead from a terminal case of the blue balls when I met a woman delivering parts where I work. Her name is Julie, and we hit it off great, right from the start.
Julie is a blonde-haired lady and I will mention only the third blonde-haired woman I have ever dated in my life. I am twenty-five five foot seven, reddish blonde hair and I have blue eyes.
I have dated a lot but somehow blonde-haired women just never appealed to me that much, but of course there is an exception to every rule and Julie was one of them. Julie delivered an electrical motor to our building and man o' man she was looking good! Her long blonde hair was in ringlets and shining the sunlight. Julie is tall at five foot-nine, her long legs and tight little ass was wearing the blue jeans out from the inside! She was wearing a crop-top and two-inch heels which help set her ample breast swaying with each step.
The rest of the men where I work all looked like fat starving coyotes with their tongues hanging out. Wolf whistling like a bunch of heathens. Whistling like they never saw a good-looking woman before. None of them approached her which is a wonder because several of them were hound dogs when it comes to pussy.
My job included handling the parts at that building, so I was the one who talked to Julie. Julie and I chatted for a few minutes aware of being the center of attention with everyone watching and listening to every word we said.
I wanted to ask Julie out and I did not want everyone there to have their noses stuck in our affairs, so I asked Julie to give me a ride to our main office that she had to go right by anyway. As soon as we were in her truck our conversion got real personal, real fast. By the time Julie drove the quarter mile through our plant we found out that we were both single and unattached and that, yes we liked each other enough to make a date. Armed with her full name and telephone number, I gave Julie a quick kiss good-bye telling her I would call her that afternoon after work.
The guys back at my building were ribbing me pretty good about Julie and after awhile when I had enough I informed them that they were a bunch of gutless assholes, waved Julie's paper with her name and phone number at them, and told them to kiss my ass. This may seam uncouth behavior to you however at that time and place it was the customary thing to do.
Waiting until six-o'clock when I thought Julie would be home, I called her. Julie was as eager as I to get together. After a long discussion about what each of us liked and disliked in people, we made a date for the next night which was Wednesday.
Julie and I made plans for an early supper and than we were to go be back to my house for drinks and some good old fashioned down to earth fooling around.
Wednesday at work passed swiftly; it was as though only a couple of hours had passed until I was driving back home.
I had just stripped my work clothes off and was wearing only my underwear when the doorbell rang. The time was a little after four o-clock. I could not imagine who could be at my door that time of day except maybe a salesman of some kind. I had no intention of talking to them so I did not put any clothes on I just walked to the door and peeked out the blinds covering the small window in the upper half of the door.
To my astonishment it was Gayle. My heart starting racing, moreover, I could feel myself getting a getting a hard on even as I reached for the door handle!
At that time Gayle was twenty-one and in the prime of her short life; but the complete saga of Gayle and myself is for another time. As brunettes go she was very, very nice looking. Gayle drove most men insanely jealous. I could always pick out her boy friend, date or whatever in any nightclub from across the room from where I was talking to her. They all were the six foot six, young gorilla looking guys with dark hair, angry faces and smoke curling out of both ears. However, like I said that story is for later.
I snatched open the door with a "Damn Gayle it's good to see you." Reaching through the door grabbing her right arm and pulling her into the kitchen, I never turned her loose, instead taking two steps back I stopped and pulled her to me. Planting her crouch against mine while smashing her tits into my chest I french kissed her, feeling all the special passion only Gayle could bring out of my soul.
The feel of her body responding to mine increased my passion as well as the length and girth of my straining hard on. Still holding her hand I lead Gayle in to the living room, stopping just inside the door. We french kissed as only lovers can, our tongues intertwined, wet lips touching, rubbing, our bodies pressed against each other. Time seemed to have stopped for both of us.
