The Day Where It All Began

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It was summer time and we were both young and ready for adventure and fun. I was a staff member at a summer camp, back from my first year at college and you were just out looking for some fun. I was a 20-year-old girl and to this day I remember your name as you went on to become my future bf, very attractive and that we definitely caught each other’s eye.

I remember watching you and your sister laughing and joking and feeling the primal urge arise inside of me. Something about you drove me crazy. I remember the moment I happened to glance down as you were writing in the dust on my friend’s car. I caught sight of you and our eyes locked. I glanced away uncomfortably but there was no question what we both wanted. After a few minutes of gentle flirting, you hopped into the back seat of my friend’s car as he got ready to drive away. You looked at me and said, “You coming?”

I responded with a, “where ya headed?”

And got the response, “we are going to blow shit up.”

“I’m in!” I responded eagerly and hopped in the back seat. We were pressed very close together with you partially nudging me sideways but neither of us minded. When we arrived at the location my friend and your sister began “blowing shit up” literally actually with the old Mentos and soda trick as the car was parked on a nice gravel road far from prying adult eyes. You however still seemed to have something else on your mind.

After watching for a minute you walked to the other side of the car. You still intrigued and excited me so I followed. I was not shy as I faced you and very obviously enjoyed the sight of the body standing in front of me. We stared at each other and you asked me to give you a hug. I walked forward and wrapped my arms around you and enjoyed having no distance between our bodies except what our clothes provided.

I could feel the urgency to remove even that separation nor did I want to stop. We stood there leaning against the car for what seemed an eternity as a primal urge continued to rise inside of me until I could no longer ignore it. As you began to grind your body against mine you softly moaned. I pulled back slightly and looked in your eyes and could see the desire reflecting back and intensifying my own.

Suddenly nothing could hold us back. Our lips locked, shirts came off, pants unzipped and dropped to the ground and shirts went flying as we no longer cared about where we were and who might see. The only thing that mattered was removing every barrier that existed between our bodies.

After finally removing any pesky clothing barring us from feeling each other’s body you put a shirt behind my back to provide a barrier between my back and the car and slide yourself into me as your body pressed against me. The following time period was a blur of body against body, kissing on your lips and neck.

Sweaty thrusting bodies lost in the pleasure of youthful exploration as we found the fulfillment of all the pleasure and desire inside each other. After a blur and a daze of thrusting and moaning against my friend’s car parked on that gravel road in the woods we both collapsed against each other breathless and moaning as we climaxed, clearly overwhelmed with the pleasure we had just experienced. To this day on lonely nights, I think of you and wish for the return of such youthful pleasure and enthusiasm. I wonder if we were to meet again if we would be overcome with the same unbridled enthusiasm to feel our bodies as one, our sweat mingling and our moans of pleasure combing to form an incredible symphony of pleasure and sound like none ever experienced before?

Oh sorry, we still do it right, baby it’s been 3 years since that incident and now we are a couple 😉

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