It was 1987. The easiest pussy I ever got was with a cute nice built waitress I asked for a date. I was 24 and didn’t find out till later she was 17. I went to pick her up and thought I would meet her parents. Before I got out of the car, she came rushing out and got in the front bench car seat, closed the door and leaned against it putting her left foot on the seat. She slid her loose skirt up revealing she was wearing no panties and asked, “are we going to your place or a motel?” Looking at that ample auburn patch of pubic hair, I responded, “I saw a motel about a mile from here. Let’s go there.”
Not much conversation was needed. When I closed the door to the motel room, she wrapped her arms around my neck kissed me and then said, “I told my parents I’d be home by 11:00, so let’s get to it.”
For the next three and a half hours, as much as I could, I had my mouth on her pussy, my fingers in or rubbing it, or my dick in it when it wasn’t in her mouth. I got her home by 11:00 and never saw her again.
