A One Night Stand for the Ages

Not to sound hackneyed and clichéd, but sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. The events I am about to describe actually did happen to me circa 1981 and of course I took literary license and embellished here and there.

I was home from college because I couldn't get it together financially to go to Key West with my college friends on spring break.

"Oh well, I'll go my senior year" I told myself.

So I was stuck at home in New Jersey on a cold rainy March night. It was about 40 degrees and pouring rain with 20-30 MPH wind gusts. It was the kind of night when the damp cold pierced you right to the bone. I'd rather it snowed than been like this.

With nothing else to do I went to the local watering hole to meet up with my hometown buddies who I hadn't seen since New Year's Eve. I said hi to all my friends and made small talk about we thought our baseball team was going to do this summer. I made a special point to say hi to Marie the barmaid who I had known for years and was a good (non sexual) friend. As we were both complaining about the weather this woman came in out of the rain and pulled up a chair close to where I was sitting. She was an average looking woman but by no means could she be considered unattractive. She didn't have any make up on and she dressed very plainly and in muted colors. I was a regular at the bar but I couldn't place her face anywhere. I would later find out that none of my fellow regulars knew who she was.

She then finished what looked to be her last cigarette. She smoked, I smoked. Back in those days everyone smoked or so it seemed. As she fumbled through her purse looking for another smoke, I went over to her. Marie shot me a look of surprise and encouragement as I was usually not this bold.

"It looks like we smoke the same brand. I just opened this pack and you're welcome to have one or two if you'd like."

"Oh, thanks, I'd like that very much." she told me.

She then said she was new in town. I put the pack between us and ordered us a couple of drinks. She had a vodka tonic and I had a Jack and ginger. Over our cigarettes and drinks we talked about the crappy weather, the bar and general small talk. After I finished my drink, I became emboldened. I leaned over into her personal space.

"Do you get high?" I asked in a hushed voice.

Her eyes caught mine and she smiled.

"Yes, I sure do. My car is at the end of the lot. I'm sorry but I am not comfortable getting in your car since we just met but you're welcome to sit in my car."

It sounded reasonable to me. We found her car at the back of the lot and I hopped in. As the radio played rock music we killed the joint. Just then she got a serious "take me baby" look on her face. I caught on (a miracle for me in those days) and we started making out. When my lips starting kissing her neck just under her ears she began to let out soft moans. One of my hands was tracing the outline of her breasts under her coat while the other was ever so slightly caressing her inner thigh. She began to moan even louder. She then got very aggressive and started unzipping my fly.

"Oh hell we can't stay here" she suddenly said. "On my drive over here I noticed a parking area in the woods for people who fish or hike. It's only a couple miles up the road. Are you fine with us going there?"

"Sure" I answered back but what else would a 21 year old with a stiff dick say?

She then drove us a couple miles to the very back of the parking area. We were still in the front seat when she unzipped me and before I could get my pants to my ankles she started sucking my cock. I carefully worked my pants down to my ankles. I noticed I always lasted longer when I smoked pot. My head just flew back as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me with each bob on my cock. Damn was she good at this! But I wanted more than just a blow job tonight. As it turned out, she did as well.

Her car was once of those late 70s/early 80s land yacht station wagons. That should have given me a hint about what might lie ahead but I was too horny to think straight by this time. I saw her put the back seat down so we had flat space to lay down. We both got out and back into the rain and opened the back door and climbed in.

She then laid on her back and unbuttoned her jeans. As she was taking down her pants I saw her pussy. It wasn't shaved or even trimmed. It was all natural and it was gorgeous. Though my pants weren't off yet I somehow contorted my body and got between her legs, cupped her soft ass cheeks in my hands and started licking her pussy. It was warm, wet and oh so delicious. She jumped as if this was first time anyone ever did that to her. It was a good thing nobody was around because she was yelling and moaning very loudly. One time she arched her hips so high my head damn near went through the roof of the car!

I was a fumbling through my pocket for a condom but she said it was not necessary. She wanted me to fuck her now. An hour earlier we were strangers and now we were getting ready to fuck. We had a brief 3 minute fuck session and I was pounding her very hard and she was just as aggressive meeting my thrusts by arching her back and hips. When I came I was still inside of her and we made out another minute or so. I felt myself getting hard again (ah to be 21) when she said

"We really should be getting back to the bar."

So reluctantly I pulled my underwear and pants back up while she did the same. We laid side my side trying to get dressed. We got out of the car when I noticed the rear passenger tire had sunken in the mud up to the bottom of the hubcap. When we pulled in, it hadn't occurred to us that the ground might be soft from all the rain.

"Oh fuck" I said out load.

"What?" she asked.

So I told her. She tried to drive out of the rut but to no avail. The tire kept spinning and spraying mud. She tried rocking the car by going from reverse to drive but again it did no good. I tried pushing the car but all that got me were shoes full of mud and pants that were covered from the knees down.

I offered to go and get help. She didn't want to stay alone so we walked together for about a half mile to a local mini-mart with a gas station. But they didn't have a tow truck. The guy at the counter suggested we call the garage up the road but he warned us that it would be a minimum $50 charge for him to come out. (That was a lot of money in those days plus neither of us had the cash and credit cards were not yet a thing)

Instead she went to the pay phone (remember those?) outside the store while I stayed inside in attempt to warm up. She made her call and then called me out to the phone.

"I just called my husband" She informed me. "He has a truck and can tow me out but it would be a good idea if you started walking NOW back to the bar. He can get a bit psychotic at times and he has guns for hunting."

I was floored but all I could get out was "What the fuck?"

"OK, real quick then you have to go. I live about 10 miles from here. It's in your best interest to leave as soon as you can because he will be here in 15 minutes tops.

She told me she was in an emotionally abusive marriage. According to her he's force to her to have sex whether she wanted to or not. She wanted to leave but couldn't. Who knows if any of that was true? Then she said he was home with their kids because she came to our town to visit her aunt and she left the aunt's hose before stopping in the bar when she met me. Then she turned real bitchy and told me

"Don't take this personally but I was only out to fuck the first guy I could find. And you were the lucky guy tonight. You don't know what it's like living with this guy do don't fucking judge me."

"Nice knowing you" I said as I turned away to walk. Those were the only words I said to her after she got done talking. I really didn't mind that she was married but she didn't have to be a bitch to me. Still, I got laid out of the clear blue that night. That didn't happen very often to me. I usually had to work for it.

So I walked another 2 miles back to the bar...in the rain. I was too embarrassed to go back in the bar because I know the guys would laugh never forget this and probably still would be busting my balls to this day. When I got to the bar I just got in my car and left.

From being drenched by the rain (I didn't have a rain jacket on) and chilled to the bone, I developed a very nasty head and chest cold that lasted over a week. I also had a 101 degree fever. I spend the rest of spring break in bed, on medication and existing on chicken soup and herbal tea. It was a good 3-4 weeks after that that I was 100%.

I have no idea what story she whipped up for her husband and I never saw her again in my life.