The Summer of ’75 was a rough one. I was still licking my wounds after a bitter divorce at 23 and trying to regain my footing. I was staying at my childhood home while my parents were on an extended summer long European vacation. Barbara had lived across the street from us since I was in junior high. She was the proverbial early 60’s California surfer girl that the Beach Boys immortalized in song. Ironically when the Beach Boys played locally once, there was a photo of her and Mike Love together in the local paper. Her folks had owned a music store in town and the rumor was she had banged Love. If not true, it was at least a nice fantasy for this 13-year-old boy living across the street from her a few years later. When I was in high school, she was in her middle 20’s and married. Barb would always do her gardening in a Gidget era bikini, and I jacked off many a time peeking at her from my bedroom window. Her body was tan, tight, petite, and a 10 in every way. She was now in her mid 30’s and still gardening in a bikini and still looking great! And at 23, I was still beating off to her through my bedroom window 10 years later!
My mom had told me Barb had gotten a divorce several years before and kept the house. I remember her husband as being kind of a dork and never understood how they hooked up in the first place. I recall having only spoken to Barb just a handful of times as a kid and decided maybe it was time to be a friendly neighbor now that I was a fully grown man. I had just returned from surfing and saw Barb outside her house. I figured what better time to break the ice than when I had my surfer baggies on, my board racked on top of my car and had my best beach look going on. I pulled in her driveway to reintroduce myself.
“Hey, Barb, remember me!”
“I sure do! Boy, you grew up to be a stud!” she said with a giggle. Barb was just what the doctor ordered right then!
We talked and caught up on the last ten years of life, both our divorces, and how fast time flies. I could not take my eyes off Barb’s body the whole time. I could sense Barb was checking me out too in our mutual admiration society. Then Barb asked if I would like to come over later and continue to ‘catch up’. I could think of nothing I would rather do than ‘catch up’ with Barb! This was going well!
I went back home and took a quick shower, shaved, and spiffed up a bit before I headed back on over. Barb was in her backyard with a glass of wine. She was in a sheer spaghetti strap sun dress with what appeared to be no panties or bra. She was smoking hot, and I was already working on a boner.
We drank wine and talked on this beautiful warm summer night comparing life notes. It was very comfortable and inviting. I had rolled a joint for the occasion in case she smoked and offered it. She said she hadn’t smoked pot in a while but thought it might be fun this night, and in retrospect she was right!
After smoking the joint and drinking a little wine, Barb and I were pretty stoned. I even admitted to having a crush on her and spying at her out my window as a kid. I left out the masturbating part, but I did tell her she was always my ultimate ‘daydream fantasy girl’ as a kid. She just kept on drunkenly repeating, “That is so sweet,” as my confessions went on. I actually caught myself and wondered if I had said too much and apologized to Barb if I was being too forward. She replied, “No way! I needed to hear this in my 30’s. I am very flattered. And coming from such a handsome younger man makes it even more precious to me.”
With that, Barb got up from her chair and walked over to me, though a little unsteadily due to the wine and pot, and leaned over me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. “Your little dream girl would like nothing better tonight than to fulfill your teenage fantasies about me.” Her leaning over also gave me a perfect view of her perfect tits hanging down and all the way to her pussy. My instincts were right, all that was between me and Barb’s naked body was a flimsy sundress. She took both my hands and stood me up and we kissed again with real passion. My hand fell to her ass, and it had the perfect girl feel, not too soft or too hard. She led me to her bedroom.
We embraced and kissed at the foot of the bed, and I couldn’t stand it anymore and lifted Barb’s sun dress over her head and threw it on the floor. Her naked body was perfectly stunning, tan with firm titties and a perfect snatch. This was before the day of shaving pussies, and Barb’s was just right with a light blonde covering of hair over pouty vagina lips. I was feeling more aggressive now and wanted in her bad. I pushed her back on the bed and dropped my shorts much to her approval. My love for Barb was on full display. I jumped on top of her, and we kissed passionately. I could feel she was already wet, and I could tell there would be very little foreplay this first time. We were in for some ‘balling’, as the surfers used to say.
Barb spread her legs instantly and guided me right in. Her pussy was the best fit I have ever had, and I can remember every detail to this day. Barb had never had any kids and was super tight for a woman in her 30’s. We instantly established a rhythm that was hot and furious. This woman was hungry for a good fuck. I pounded her and all I heard was her moaning and my balls slapping her pussy hard. Barb had a huge, shuttering orgasm, shaking all over like she was possessed as I emptied what seemed like a gallon of baby seed into her. We collapsed into each other’s arms as she was still gently quivering.
“Wowie, I needed that,” she said softly as the pillow talk started.
“You aren’t the Lone Ranger,” I replied.
We fucked hard and heavy the rest of the summer before I moved out of town and off to new adventures, but I never forgot my little surfer girl and those incredible nights of mind-blowing passion.
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