I first met Debbie in Sept of 1972. I was working at a car wash as a laboroer, and Debbie had come in to get gas and her car washed. She was driving a yellow Maverick 2 door and when she opened her door, I saw that she had on a very short mini dress. I mean âSHORTâ. It was up to her love line and she had great looking legs. Debbie got out of the car and I saw her little white pantied crotch, immediately causing my cock to rise.
When I finished pumping her gas, I drove the car around to the wash. I spoke to her about what services she needed on her car, as well as found out her name and gave her my phone number. When the car was done up front, I opened her car door for her to get in and again was able to enjoy her smooth legs and white panties. Debbie was about 5â1â tall, about 100lbs, with waist length red hair and blue eyes. As I shut her door, she smiled and said she would call me. Damn, it was hard walking back to work with a major hard-on and all the guys started teasing me about it.
That following Friday night, I got a call from Debbie, wanting to meet me at the local Shoneyâs. I drove over there and parked next to her car. She jumped out of her car and came over to mine. As she did so, I noticed she was wearing a very short skirt and boy, did her legs look great! She opened the door and slid into the seat and we began to talk a little. After ordering some cokes to go, we left to go riding around. As we drove I was mesmerized by her short skirt and smooth legs, sporting a massive erection. We drove up to a spot on the ridge to park and got out of the car. As she sat on the hood of the car,
I stood between her legs, softly caressing her face and kissing her deeply. I began to slide my hands up her legs under her skirt, inching slowly towards her pantied crotch, when she grasped my hand and told me âNot nowâ.
We spent a long time up on the ridge, laying on the hood, making out, as I caressed her legs and tummy. Each time I would move my hand closer to her breasts or pussy, she would stop me. Talk about getting frustrated. After awhile, we got back into the car and drove back to Shoneyâs. As I was driving, I kept thinking, âFuck this bitch, the little prick teaserâ, âNo more dates with her!â. I dropped her off at her car and after she kissed me goodbye, headed on home.
Although I had told myself, she was just a tease and not worth the trouble, I couldnât get her out of my mind. I waited a few days before calling her again. In the meantime, she had been calling my house leaving messages on my answering machine. On a Thursday afternoon, I called her house, only to be told by her mother that she wasnât home from school yet. Debbie called me later and we made a date for Friday night, for dinner and a movie. I asked about her school and she said she was 18 and a senior in high school.
On Friday night I picked up Debbie at her home; she was dressed in a white one piece dress, very short. We drove to Red Lobster for dinner then went to see a movie. When we returned to her house, we parked outside to talk for awhile. Debbie loved to kiss and soon had her tongue buried in my mouth. Damn, she could kiss!!
After a few minutes, I pulled Debbie over to sit in my lap with her legs across the console. While kissing, my right hand was constantly caressing her legs. She was wearing pantihose, and I love the feel of nylon under my fingers. I knew she could feel my hard cock poking her in her ass, but she never let on. Each time my hand would slide under her dress, she would close her legs. But, finally she began to let me caress a little higher up her legs, almost to her pussy. Just once, I slid a finger over her mound, she moaned, but then grabbed my hand to stop me. She told me that she was still a virgin and didnât want to lose it in a car seat. Debbie asked me to please be patient and someday we would make love. Soon, we kissed goodbye and I left for home.
Over the next 5 months we dated and always ended the date parked in her driveway, kissing and some light petting. Sometimes, I would get off work late at Shakeyâs Pizza Parlor where I worked as a manager, and go to Debbieâs house, where we would sit on her couch in the living room and make out. She would be wearing usually babydoll pajamas, and to be so close to her being undressed and couldnât touch her was very frustrating, to say the least.