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Well, last entry, I mentioned my ex-wife, and so, without further adue (since I have nothing else to write about at the moment!).....

It was a pretty typical night working at the local Ramada Inn.  I used to work there, setting up for the business conventions, coordinating with the function holders, getting everything figured out as far as tables, placement, visuals, etc....  It was a pretty slow week, and I was with another guy from my crew, just kind of screwing around, trying to kill time before going home.

I'd been working there for over 4 months, so I was pretty familiar with the entire work staff, so I was very suprised to see a new girl working with the wait staff setting up decorations for a coming Christmas party.  She was beautiful.  Long, soft, blonde hair, petite body, delicate features, long legs, and gorgeous big, blue eyes.  She was wearing a pair of slightly tight blue jeans, and a white, button-up shirt, which was tied at the bottom, not buttoned, so it showed some of her stomach.  I was in awe, hypnotized by this amazing site.  Here are some pics, so you can see what I'm talking about.

At this time, I was a completely different person.  I was, for lack of better words, a freak.  I didn't care what anyone thought about me, and I was a very 'eccentric' personality.  Obnoxious would be the better word, I guess.

I went over to where she was putting up a small, three foot christmas tree, and started helping wrap garland around it.  I asked her if she'd worked there long, and she replied that she was just on her second day.  I told her 'welcome to hell', and she started to chuckle, and gave me this flirtsy grin that just gave me an instant hard on.  I swore to myself, at that very moment, that I would have this woman, or die trying!

We started BS'ing and I worked in some little, suggestive questions here and there.  Was she living in town, was she seeing anyone, what did she do in her spare time, etc, etc...  I found out her name was Rena, that she was single, and she had just moved back in with her folks after being kicked out of college for partying too much.  We just kept talking, even for about an hour or two after we had finished and clocked out.

I had found out that she lived about five miles outside of town, and I offered to give her a ride home.  She called her father, to let him know that she didn't need him to pick her up, and we were on our way, still talking the entire ride out there.

On the way, she asked me a question that kind of startled me.  "Do you like good views of the country at night?"  I answered of course, and she said that there was a group of hills by her place right next to a graveyard on one side, and a great view of a river on the other.  I told her that I would have to see it sometime, not wanting to push my luck on the first night, and she said that it wasn't far, so we could go take a quick look before I dropped her off.  I was a little set back, but I quickly picked my jaw off the floor of the car, and started following her directions out to this spot.

We sat and looked at the stars and the view.  We talked, but there was a sexual tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.  I was about to make the first move, when she put her hand on my thigh, no more than three or four inches from my crotch.  At this point, hormones took over, and I was all over her, kissing and unbuttoning.  She didn't stop any of it, and in fact, started doing some of her own unfastening on me.

It was unreal.  I had never had an experience in my life that could match it, and I still haven't topped it.  It wasn't just the fact that we kept doing it, repeatedly all night, but that we found so many ways to do it in the damn car!  It was an 89 Pontiac Sunbird two-door.  Room wasn't in the options package.

At about 6 or 7 in the morning, we finally were too tired to keep our eyes open, so I suggested taking her home, so she could get some sleep.  She agreed, and gave me her phone # when I dropped her off.  She acted like she didn't expect me to call, that she'd really hope I did, but that she wouldn't be too heartbroken if I didn't.  Just more of an 'it would be nice if you did' tone in her voice, I guess.

Looking back on it, I sometimes wish that I hadn't called it.

To be Continued.......

As always,

Life is in the air.........