Chili Cook Off Team Summer

In the summer of 1980, I joined a chili cook-off team. I was bored and was getting tired of the bar scene. One of my gal pals, who was the Team Captain, asked if I was interested and I said yes.

They were a lot of fun. Always held on a Saturday at one of the nearby towns. We never made it out to Terlingua although we tried to do well enough to be invited.

It was very surreal as I was the only female on the team. The cook-offs always involved alcohol and hard liquor. I always wore very short shorts that showed off my thighs and my nice legs, flip flops that showed off my pretty red painted toes, and a top that showed off my boobs (I never wore a bra during those as it was too hot). I could feel my nipples hardening from time to time and I wondered of those guys saw my nipples poking through my shirt.

Besides the guys on my team hitting on me and flirting with me - the guys on the other teams would stop by to chat with my teammates and THEY flirted with me!

One of the guys on my team was married and he hit on me a lot! One of my friends on the team asked if he was starting to bother ne and I said no. I am used to it. Guys hit on me all the time.

We had a chili cook-off coming up in a few weeks and it was going to be in our hometown. It was going to be in July and near my birthday and I decided to up my game a bit.

I purchased a new set of shorts that were noticeably shorter than the ones I had been wearing. Instead of a top that showed off my boobs, I purchased a nice bikini set and decided I would wear the top. It was a top that did not hide much of my boobs! The Friday before the cook-off, I got my toes done in hooker red.

Sure enough...my married teammate noticed me right away!

We flirted a lot that day. One of the guys had a whiskey bottle and some of us (including me) started doing shots. By late afternoon I was feeling the alcohol. I remember thinking - I wish I had a boyfriend. I had not been fucked in about 3 months, and I was so damn horny and there was no cock waiting for me. That sucks when you are single. LOL.

Things started wrapping up around 6 p.m.

My married teammate and I walked out together to our cars. He was still flirting with me and making all sorts of sexually suggestive comments. I decided to call his bluff and invited him back to my apartment. He accepted. I told him to follow me, but I figured he would chicken out.

Sure enough...when I pulled into my parking spot at my apartment complex, I saw his truck pull in. He got out and we headed up to my apartment.

We had been partying and drinking all day and in no time at all, we were making out on my couch.

I excused myself to go the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes. It was very hot that Saturday in July and I was worried that I might smell down there. I used a warm washcloth to clean up my pussy as I wanted it to go well as it has been about three months since I had been fucked by any guy.

I walked out into the living room completely nude with hands on my hips. He was all over me in an instant and before long he was naked and we were making out on my couch.

I gave him a blowjob and swallowed.

He went down on me and brought me to a nice orgasm and even though he had just orgasmed, he got hard again quickly. He was 25 years old as I recall.

We screwed like crazy. I was on the pill at the time, so no condom and he loved that! It was the only time that I decided to try cowgirl, and I crawled on top. I ground my pussy on him until I had a powerful orgasm. He then flipped me on my back and fucked me missionary until he came in me. By then it was around 9 p.m. and he said he needed to get home. I kissed him and thanked him for the great sex.

We never did it again after that night, even though he wanted to get back into bed with me. It was kind of uncomfortable being around him at the cook-offs and I think he must have told other guys about his conquest. Guys from the other teams kept hitting on me to try to get me into bed with them. That sex was the last time I had sex until I met my husband in November 1980. At that point, I was so tired of the bar/singles scene. I am so glad I met him when I did.