SHE SANG in My KeyJune, 1969 had been disappointing. It was meant to be the high point of my life, but the second Israel-Egypt War meant all leaves for the US Military were cancelled so my wedding in NorthLondon had to be postponed till late August. Feeling down I decided to drive to nearby Grand Forks, North Dakota and release some tension. As I was driving in the car in front of me began to behave erratically and soon pulled over to the side of the highway. If I hadn,t noticed that the driver was an attractive female I doubt I,d have stopped to help, but I did parking directly behind her. ?It just suddenly began to splutter and slow down no matter what I did!? the stunning blonde driver explained as I inspected under the hood to try to find the problem. Standing about five feet six with heavenly blue eyes, an elfin smile, big breasts under a tight fitting sweater and tighter still blue jeans with small feet encased in expensive leather cowboy boots this woman was beauty on heels. Despite fooling around with the engine for about half an hour I couldn,t get it to run smoothly as the engine kept cutting out after a few minutes and I suspected a faulty carburettor and offered to drive her to the garage I knew on the outskirts of town so they could send a wrecker recovery truck out to her car so she got her handbag and locked up getting in my car which was a ?banger? compared to hers yet I kept it in top running condition even though it was eight years old. Once the wrecker attended it was discovered it WAS a faulty carburettor which would need replacing so her car was towed in and placed on the rack for repairs. As a reward Ecco invited me to the restaurant next door for supper and told me she was the resident singer/songwriter at the Mesa Country Western Club. I must admit I Wasn,t much of a c/w fan then, but was very curious to hear new friend Becca Martin sing. ?I actually have the night off, but I,ll show you around the club tonight if you like.She invited as we drank coffee following
güvenilir bahis a delicious meal, her car now repaired and parked next to the garage. ?I,d really like that!? I brightened. We drove to her club in convoy and I was impressed by the building inside warm and welcoming with the staff friendly and when she asked me what I did I told her I was stationed as security on one of the remote missile sites, but couldn,t say which one. ?Oh You airmen!? She laughed heartily. ?My ex was an officer at one of those sites and would never tell me exactly where.? We ordered a pitcher of draft Budweiser and were enjoying the atmosphere as a band from Fargo were playing that night. Becca soon got an idea of what her tight body was doing to me as we slow danced to the very good band though she told me her own band was much better and if I was off the following night she,d prove it. By eleven we,d had enough and decided to leave while we could still be sober enough to drive. ?You ARE coming to my house!? she ordered me so delighted I followed her the six blocks to her modest though comfortable two bedroom house.?Would you like to drink something stronger than beer?? she asked. ?What have you got?? ?Whiskey, Vodka, Rum, Jack Daniels or Jim Beam?. she replied. ?JD please?? She poured out a glass of bourbon for me and vodka for her with ice cubes as it was a hot night. ? I,ve been working on a new song, but think it may be a bit too raunchy for the club?. she confessed. ?Would you like to Hear it?? ?Yes Please?? My response. Becca removed her sweater to show she wore just a black lacey bra beneath and picked up her expensive looking Fender guitar and strummed a few chords to tune up then her lovely easy voice came to me Clear ?Well Babe. Here we are again. Making sweet love like we did back then and feeling so divine. Babe your kisses are so sweet I feel it from my head to the very bottom of my feet. But do you still love me? Though your touch is gentle and your loving a delight Something just
türkçe bahis doesn,t feel right. I feel your body deep within me, I sense your thoughts are not with me But do you still love me?? She strummed a few chords and the song ended. ?That s Beautiful. Did you write it yourself?? ?Yes, but when I recorded it local radio won,t play it as they say it,s too steamy and they,ll get censored?! she sighed. ?I,ll bet someone like Dolly Parton would record it?? I argued. ?Maybe I,ll send a tape to her.?she sniffed. ?When I sing that song it makes me feel really horny.? she took my right hand and pressed it against her bra encased left tit so I could feel how stiff her nipple had become. In turn I guided her hand to my crotch so she could feel how stiff my prick was. ?Time we got this junk off then? she sighed as she reached behind to unclip her bra and drop it on the carpet, those large titties now revealed with the pouty coral nipples looking extremely suckable while I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks then slipped out of my slacks and boxers so I was naked from the waist down, my soldier fully at ?Present Arms? fully ready for action. I helped Becca off with her boots and tight fitting jeans to discover she rarely wore panties, her pubic Bush like deepest Midnight thick and coarse. I,d recently learned how to eat pussy with my fiancée in England and Becca,s furry twat looked incredibly edible so I buried my face between her thighs and began to use my lips, tongue and fingers on her. In the mean time she gently massaged my cock to keep him hard and ready for action and when I sensed she was about to climax I slipped into her sweltering hot box loving the familiar feeling of inner heat on my shaft and how tightly her quim held me as I shafted her increasing my pace till our bodies squelched loudly and juices flowed along with perspiration from our exertions.?Don,t worry I,m on the Pill! You can shoot as much cum as you can in me and I won,t get pregnant!? she groaned as she worked
güvenilir bahis siteleri her pelvis against my thrusting cocks, head.Then the old familiar tingle in my spine signalled my release and my volcano of hot spunk erupted to fill her to overflowing. Later we cuddled as she told me about her c***d hood in Minnesota and how she lusted after her uncle who disgraced himself with his own daughter and ended up doing five years in prison for it. ?Uncle Dan would Force me to suck his cock and make me drink his cum, but I never let him take my cherry. One of the guys at school got that!? she confessed and proceeded to suck me off and then swallow all my semen growing her own climax as I exploded in her mouth . The next day I drove back to base as Becca had other things to do and turned up at the Club at 9pm when she was due to start her performance.She had a drummer, keyboard player and bass guitarist in her backing band ?The Rowdies? and they were good Becca,s voice blending well harmonising with Glen Taylor the keyboard player. Becca and Glen sat with me during their breaks and during the final break she took my cock out to stroke it as Glen was then sat with another girl. ?Keep,it hard and ready for me!? she kissed me passionately as she left for the final set of the evening. We were so hot afterwards we drove to a secluded lane and fucked in her car before going on to her house. Our affair lasted till early August when I finally confessed to her I was engaged and due to marry Sarah my English fiancée later that month. At first Becca broke up into tears, but to my surprise recovered fairly quickly. ?Strangely enough I always felt there was something secret you were hiding from me and I hoped that Wasn,t it.I enjoyed our time together, but to be honest I Never loved you! It was Lust not Love! Good Luck with your English lady, but I don,t think she,ll be very happy to learn you,re unfaithful to her though she won,t Hear it from me!? Sarah Didn,t though Becca could have made things very awkward if she,d wanted to. In September Becca got the break she,d wanted as one of her own compositions did well sung by Crystal Gayle and a year later she was in the country charts under another name.Wonder if she still remembers me.