I am reminded of a camping trip that I took a few years back in my wilder days. I had met this lovely very Semitic looking young lady at...well at my parents front door. It seems that they had met her at a synagogue function and though she might be just right for me. So, unbeknownst to me, they invited her over. Talk about your silver platters. She was lonely, I was lonely and we both were horny. I was slumming it at my folks while trying to decide what to do next. The fixtures at her place were Spartan, with a thin mattress on the floor the future site of many blow jobs, 69s, and other fun acts that my mom probably didnt guess at. But , having the summer off, we decided to take a trip around the state (NY) and down to VA for a week or two, culminating in a stop at her folks place in Buffalo.
Long before we got to Buffalo, we lived the rugged, rough and tumble life of the neo-Hippie with a day-job. Roaming the parks and music festivals by day, sleeping in the van, tent, hotel or friend/family members place at night. One night we had just finished balling our brains out when we heard a scratching at the camper next to ours. We were in the pup tent in the Shenandoah mountains and the bear was in His natural element-raiding an indiscreetly-left-open cooler in the middle of the night. When she poked her head back in the tent she gave a new meaning to white as a ghost. Fortunately the bear was looking for handouts not pussy or fresh-kill, so he left without closer interrogation.
But the culmination was definitely Buffalo. I can see how little sis was a tad frustrated when I met her big sister. The name I have long ago forgotten but not the look. She was 56" with green eyes, a perfect 36-24-36 body, eyes that melted every male in sight and a smile that lit up the room. And she wasnt even flirting with me or anything, damn it. As we sucked each other to mutually delightful orgasms (or did I dream that) I rolled over to realize my dream had come true. Little sis was... Læs hele novellen
