I grew up in a small town about 45 miles from a very popular beach in SC, but spent most of the days after school and week-ends working on our farm. My high school friends and I would occasionally take off to the beach for a day/night and always had a great time.
Shortly after graduating High school, my family sold our farm, bought a house and moved to the beach. After several miscellaneous jobs in restaurants and construction, I landed a job as a desk clerk at a motel near the boardwalk, amusements, etc.
This motel was known for renting to the "party" crowd rather than several others that were more family oriented. I loved this job! Being single and in my early 20s, I was having a blast. I spent the days hanging out on the beach working on my tan; usually with some friends or girls I had met the night before or cruising the boulevard on my motorcycle.
I grew up riding motorcycles of all types, sizes, etc... At this time, the motorcycle I had was very unique compared to all the newer motorcycles. It was one of the original crotch rocket type and it was simply "bad ass". Nights were spent hanging out in front of the motel or cruising the boulevard on my motorcycle with a group of friends. It was so much fun to be able to choose who I wanted to ride on the back. Even though they just wanted to "show off", it was still a win-win as I would end up with the girl back at the motel.
During the peak of the summer, the motel was completely booked and most people had checked in and were partying. I would often know where the cool parties were and would lock the office and go join in. There were too many nights to mention where I would end up with a girl from somewhere else that wanted to have fun while out of town.
It started when they would check-in. I would start with a mild flirtatious conversation and by the end of the week, I would get together with them and their friends at different times.
One particular instance was memorable enough to share.
There were a couple of girls I checked in for a week and I was flirtatious as usual. One of them was a brunette, slightly heavier than the typical girls, but was very pretty and had really large breasts. She caught me staring at them. She smiled and then told me know that she was a preacher's daughter. So, I thought there would be no chance and didn't give it much thought, but then it became a challenge.
I didn't see them much through-out the week, which is not uncommon with so many people around. However, one night later that week I was hanging out in front of the motel as usual. It was getting late and nothing was really happening. Then, a couple of my friends stopped by to hang out. About that time, I recognized the preacher's daughter (to the best of my recollection, her name was Rachel) and her friend headed back to the motel. I asked if they wanted to get some beer and hang out with us in one of the empty rooms. They agreed, so I went to get a room key while a couple of guys went to get beer.