In those days, racing, especially in the lower levels, was still fun. Costs hadn’t gone crazy, yet. So, an owner/driver could be friendly with opposing drivers and teams.
As I wandered through the pit area, one of those friends pointed out a young lady hanging out in a pit several slots down from my disabled car. She was one of a group of young people with one of the rookie competitors. She had a deer-in-the-headlights look and seemed to be lost.
Being the friendly, not to mention horny, type that I am, I wandered over and introduced myself.
Her name was Terri, and she knew practically nothing about stock car racing. She admitted she had no idea how the individual races were scheduled and lined up. She didn’t know the difference between the classes of cars either. So, when I offered to explain the track’s procedures and get her a close up view of some of the better cars, she quickly accepted.
We spent the rest of the evening wandering around the track’s pit area, looking at cars, and getting to know one another.
Terri was young. She told me she was twenty-one. I was twenty-eighth. I found out several weeks later she was really nineteen. She was 5’6″ and a little on the hefty side, just the way I had come to like ’em. She weighed 200 pounds and had a great set of tits.
We seemed to hit it off right away. However, I was leaving very early the next morning for a business and pleasure trip to Los Angles. I would be gone all the next week. So, as the night at the track came to an end, I got her phone number and promised to call her when I returned from California. We shared a quick kiss as we parted.
I returned home from LA the next weekend at about 2:00 PM Saturday afternoon. I had been somewhat unnerved by my week long preoccupation with thoughts of Terri. I called her as soon as I got in my door. I was pleased when she accepted my invitation to dinner and a movie.
It somewhat surprised her when I requested she wear a dress. In the past, when she had gone out with her friends, she had usually worn jeans. I had to explain to her that we were not going to McDonald’s and a drive-in theater. That’s kind of evening she was used to with her high school friends.
When I picked her up early that evening, I went to her door to meet her, as opposed to just blowing my horn in her driveway. My Dad had told me years earlier, “A gentleman should always meet his date at her door, and open the car door for her.”
Terri was wearing a light weight, snug fitting, print dress that came to just above her knees. The front tapered to a point just below her nipple line. Buttons ran from that point to her waist. This afforded me a nice view of her ample cleavage. It also offered easy access should the opportunity present itself later that night.
I, on the other hand, was dressed in my normal attire. Brushed denim jeans, western style shirt, and cowboy boots. Of course, I had on my Stetson, which I removed as soon as I crossed her threshold.
Terri had invited me in to meet her parents. I think the “Sir” and “Mam” impressed them. Terri told me later, her mother had pulled her to the side and asked, “Where did you find him?” I don’t think she believed Terri when she told her mother, “The race track.” A nice downtown Polynesian restaurant was our first destination. Our mahi-mahi was delicious. I was on my best behavior, but still enjoyed the view. I was liking that dress more all the time.
After dinner, we took in a movie at a theater near my home. I didn’t see much of the film. I was too busy watching her breasts trying to escape the confines of that dress. Every time I tried to stroke the top of one of her breasts, Terri would smile and gently moved my hand away. Holding her hand was as close to her boobs as I was allowed to get, at that time.
When the movie ended, I was pleasantly surprised when she accepted my invitation to come to my place for a drink. Remember, she had told me she was 21.
After getting into my car in the theater parking lot, she slid over and sat close to me. I put my arm over her shoulder which afforded me the chance to brush her tits with my right hand. Though she didn’t pull away, she did tense up. I could tell Terri was not used to such familiarity. I lightened my touch, but did not stop stroking her tits. After a short time, she placed her left hand on my right leg just above the knee. She didn’t move from that spot until we reached my home.
Upon entering my home, Terri seemed a little nervous. I led her to my living room couch, turned on some music, and left to prepare the screwdriver she had requested. When I returned with our drinks, Terri downed hers fairly rapidly and asked for another. I advised her to slow down. I didn’t need a drunk and/or sick girl on my hands. I’ve had that unpleasant experience and didn’t care to repeat it. The next couple of drinks were consumed at a more leisurely pace.
After talking on the couch for a some time, we began dancing. As we danced, I ran my hands up and down her back from her neck to her nice round ass. I passionately kissed her, and I could feel Terri relaxing in my arms. As our tongues danced with each other, I firmly squeezed both ass cheeks. That brought a small sigh from her. I then lowered my head and planted a long wet kiss in the cleveage between Terri’s big tits.
Returning to the couch, I thought it was then time to move on to some serious petting. I had hopes of getting some pussy from this sweet young thing. With my right arm over Terri’s shoulders, I again kissed between her tits. It didn’t take long for me to be rubbing those tits through her dress. She was quietly moaning. I slowly unfastened her dress buttons. A few minutes later, her dress had been lowered off her shoulders. As I unclasped her bra, a gasp escaped her throat. Terri then closed her eyes and leaned her head back against my cradling arm.
I immediately went to work on her beautiful tits. Licking, sucking, and fondling them with relish. As I said earlier, they were large. They turned out to be 36Ds. They were much more than a hand and mouth full. Her nipples were soon erect. As I tended to her nipples, Terri began massaging the sides of her tits and pushed them toward my eager mouth.
Being a breast man, I can play with a nice set of tits for hours. However, that night, I had another objective. Pussy! As I continued working on her tits, I finished unbuttoning her dress and began rubbing lower and lower on her soft smooth abdomin. I reached her panties and gently rubbed her bush through them. I was soon slowly stroking up and down her slit.
Terri was moaning softly, and gently rocking her pelvis under my touch. Her pussy’s wetness was soaking through her cotton panties.
The only thing between me and the objective of my desire was a thin piece of cloth. Gently, I pulled it aside and started petting her pussy. She seemed quite tight as I began to insert a finger. Just as I got my finger inside her outer pussy lips, Terri seemed to freeze up. Firmly, she said, “Stop!”
Of course, I stopped. I asked her, What’s the matter, Honey.”
She didn’t say a word.
My hand was still on her pussy. Then it hit me. I asked her, “Are you a virgin?” She replied, “Yes, and I intend to stay that way.”
I had been with many women before, but I had never run into a real live virgin. All I could manage to say was, “That’s cool.”
We continued to pet for a while, but the excitement, and hard-on, I had a few minutes earlier had disappeared. A short time later, I took her home. Terri told me later she didn’t think I would ever call her again.
Brother, was she wrong.
As the summer progressed, I continued to see Terri. By late summer she would frequently let me pet her pussy, but no more. A single finger sometimes entered her outer pussy lips, but I was very careful not to do any damage to her hymen. She had gotten to where she would tentatively stroke my dick, but seldom to the point of getting me off.
One night after going out to dinner, we were parked in front of her parents’ house. As usual, we were snuggling before she went in. I was squeezing her tits as she stroked my dick. All of the sudden, without saying a word, she bent over, took my dick into her mouth, and began bobbing up and down on it. Terri had refused to even kiss it until then.
Since she already had me horny as hell, I told her, “It won’t take much of that to get me off!”
She didn’t slow down a bit. If anything, she went even faster. As my dick began hitting the back of her mouth, I began to cum. Terri stopped bobbing up an down and held me deep in her mouth at the entrance to her throat. I let go spurt after spurt. Terri swallowed every drop of my load. She then licked me clean, sat up, kissed me goodnight, and went inside.
Several months later, we began talking about getting married. We settled on a date in the middle of December. I still wasn’t getting any pussy, but she would jack me off now and then. I only got the one blow-job.
In early November, we had been out visiting some of our friends. After leaving our friends home, we stopped for a drive-through meal which we took back to my place. We sat there eating dinner and watching TV. As soon as I finished my sandwich, I stood behind her chair and began playing with her tits, as she continued to eat. I loved standing behind her and squeezing both of those wonderfully big tits. I still do.
She put down her soda, half turned, and tilted her head back. We kissed fervently.
Without saying a word, Terri rose, took my hand, and led me to my bed. We had spent many evenings petting each other on that bed, much to my frustration. I figured that night would be no different. Especially, since we were to be married in less than a month. Terri had frequently stressed how she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night.