It's funny really, how a memory can come at you years later and be as real as it was at the time. I hadn't seen her for more than twenty years. I was stood in the queue at Greggs thinking of the steak bake I would have when I saw her. She hadn't changed that much, the years had been kind. She still had the figure that was neither thin nor fat, still had the long black hair and the looks that had captured me such a long time ago.
She turned, said something to the surly teenager beside her then spotted me. For a few seconds she looked flustered, a blush even crept over her face, then she turned away. As she left she made sure we never made eye contact. It was then the memories came back in force. I had to push them to one side as I could feel my cock rise, not something you want to happen in Greggs.
Later I allowed the memories to return. We were nearly 19 when we first met and it was lust at first sight. She was the first girl I'd known who was up for it, anywhere at any time. She loved sex as much as I did which was rare back then.
At that age you didn't get much time to be alone so had to make do wherever you could. She had a long coat which she would unbutton and pull me in. Leaning at the back of the bush shelter I would feel her up, rub on her tits then move down. Hand up her skirt I would push aside the tiny knickers she always wore and feel her wet pussy, pushing in a finger then two I would feel her tense and grow wetter. I would circle her clit with my thumb and feel her cum.
If there was still no one about she would rub me off till I would grunt and cum on her hand. Or if it was dark enough she would kneel before me, unzip my fly and take me deep in her mouth. I could feel her gag a little as she liked to feel me deep. She had this trick that could make me cum where she would cup my balls and rub her tongue over my throbbing head and always swallowed as much because she liked it as well as it stopped staining her clothes.
But the memory that came back the most was a hot sunny day in July. We'd not had chance for as much as a fumble for a week when we had some time together, or so we thought. She met at my house as my parents always went out Friday afternoon but that day they were waiting for a new fridge to arrive. At hers her sister came home and settled down for the day. With no other choice we went out in my car to the country spot we had used many times.
My car was old and small, all I could afford at that time but we chugged along to our regular spot. She'd put on stockings and a dress that covered her modesty when not pulled up. She wore a boob tube bra and a button up blouse so she could get almost naked but be able to dress quickly if someone came along.
We were parked up, her skirt was up and my fingers had parted her panties, they were the kind that was tied at the side so easy to get off. My fingers were inside the fabric, feeling her soft downy hair, dark black and full on. Nobody shaved a pussy in those days. Her boob tube was down and her blouse open wide. Her exposed tits were firm, though not huge they were a good size, her hard nipples showed how excited she was. I fingered her for a while and was about to pull them out and suggest we went outside to fuck when a loud bang on the roof of the car was followed by a shout to get out of the way.
The irate farmer soon had us moving on with hearts beating faster. My cock had left me but would soon come back when we found somewhere else. I drove through a couple of villages and was driving down a hill when I felt the car begin to fail. It wasn't long before it made a bang and then stopped. We both sighed with frustration. The car was stopped outside a cottage with some other house all round so we couldn't even get a quick one in before we rang for help.
A full wooden gate opened and after a brief conversation with a man we went inside to ring for help. The garage said it would be late on before they could get out. I told her the news. Another two guys had arrived and where showing her some photo albums. Apparently a photo club was meeting there, another turned up as she flicked through the albums listening to them explain about light, that sort of thing.
