Brenda 01: Spring Break
This is a true story that happened several years back when I was married to my first wife. My memory has replayed this many times through the years.
First, let me start with a little about us. We met while in collage at North Carolina State, we were both freshmen and starting life away from our families. The first time I saw her, was at a pub just around the corner from the University. I was out with several of my collage buddies and she was there with her dorm roommate. I was very athletic, though not on any scholarship, and had fairly good luck with the ladies.
I was immensely taken by her beautiful smile and well shaped figure. She was short, barely topping five foot and weighted just over a hundred pounds. Her blond hair had about a billion curls and lay gently on her shoulders. Her eyes were a hazel green and seemed to sparkle when she smiled. Her breasts were not big, but not small, I figured about a c cup, but her butt was the prize, small but very well formed, which I just love, so I tried my approach. It worked unusually well, it seemed she was very easy to talk with and not at all a good girl as one might suspect.
As the night grew into the next day, I noticed a very wild side to her as we danced and flirted relentlessly till the pub closed. My buddies and her roommate had left several hours before and we were walking down the street chatting. She turned to me and asked if I liked sex, well now the door was open, but I was stumbling a bit.
She took my hand in her hands and we started to kiss, and kiss and kiss. WOW, I was somewhat shocked but never hesitated. After we separated she looked around and asked if I liked public sex, as she started to unbutton her blouse while looking intently in my eyes.
A few cars were out but no one was on the sidewalks as her top came off and she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to the ground. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a small ally and started to strip off my clothes as she finished with her bra and panties. I picked her up and leaned her against the wall and she guided me into her. It didn't take me very long to explode into her as she also came, shaking violently as she clawed at my arms.
We kissed and she thanked me as I let her down, as she turned toward the street I noticed several scratches on her back, produced from the brick wall I had pinned her to. I took her arm and asked if she was ok and started to apologize. She stuck her hand out and placed a finger over my mouth and said she didn't mind a little pain and winked at me. I picked up my jeans and slipped a leg in and told her I would get the rest of her clothes but she turned away from me and said "And miss this chance for excitement."
She boldly walked into the street lights and down the side walk to her clothes, which were 3 or 4 store facings down the street. Several cars drove past as brake lights lit the air as they slowed to get a better look at her naked body, some even tooting their horns slightly. As she walked back to the ally, her body glowed as the oncoming head light lit her up for everyone to see. She giggled as we finished dressing and ran down the ally to the next block and dipped into the university grounds.
The next day I called her and we met for lunch, she was very upset at herself for going that far but seemed to be smiling while trying to explain her mistake to me. I was so hopelessly and totally taken by her at this point.
We dated for 2 years, as small situations like that first time would arise about every 6 months or so. I learned to go with the flow on those nights to see how far she would go. Well after we got married things started to take a slow, very slow turn toward the kinky side and that's were I wanted to start this story but decided you might want to see where it all started.
Sometime after we celebrated our first anniversary, I was watching some sitcom while Brenda fingered through some biker magazines I had collected on the coffee table. She showed me a picture of a girl with a tattoo on her shoulder and asked if I like that kind of girl. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded as to give a slight agreeable notion to her. She told me she had always wanted to get one but wanted it to be concealed from view. We talked about it for a while and she divulged her liking for Tweetybird from the cartoon. I asked her where she planned on putting it and she shrugged it off and gave no answer.
Around our second anniversary Brenda asked me if we could try and have a child, she loved kids and wanted to be a mother. After a few months of discussions, I agreed and she quit taking her pills. After several months with no results, we started to seek professional help. Finding out I had a very low sperm count and it could take years to get her pregnant, we decided to just keep trying, but not to worry about it, if it happen, then great, if not, that was ok too.
That Spring break we went to Panama City with a large group of our friends for a two week vacation. On the first night we were at a small beachside bar, kind of like an open bungalow. Brenda was wearing a very short jean miniskirt with a very small bikini top. As the drinks flowed, I watched as my wife got aggressively flirty. She was dancing wildly and not caring too much that she was giving the crowd a good show of her thong panties. I played along and even pulling her skirt up as we danced as she encouraged me to play with her ass. It got to be sunset and she was already well on her way to oblivion.
We left our friends and walked down the beachside road as Brenda got constant cat calls and vulgar shouts from all the guys. As we walked past a T-shirt shack, the next small building was a tattoo shop. Brenda stopped and looked at me and smiled. She asked if it was OK to just look and we entered through the screen door, into a rather large room, as a bell above the door chimed.
There were three or four small barber like chairs along one wall and groups of poster size photos on the opposite wall. A tall slim black guy came through a beaded doorway and asked if there was something he could do. Brenda started some small talk with him as I looked around the room. I was studying a wall were photos of very elaborate tattoo work of his were displayed when the bells sounded off and 3 guys, obviously in for the spring break, strolled in. I'll be right with you guys, the attendant said with a smile as the guys took to the walls behind me.
Brenda was fumbling through a photo album as I rejoined them. She asked him if he did small tattoos for women. He nodded and asked if there was something specific she was interested in. She told him she wanted a Tweetybird and smiled, as in the cartoon she added.
He smiled and nodded and told her the price, which I believe was 50 bucks or so. She looked at me and I nodded to her and she asked how long it would take. He said it would take about thirty minuets or so, depending on how big she wanted it, as he asked her where she wanted it, and she pointed to an area on the front of her skirt that would place it to the left but very close to her mound.
He smiled and told her it would be a little tender for a few days and she nodded and looked to me for my approval. I gave a hesitant nod and took a deep breath. He looked at me and talked to her as he mentioned she would have to take off her skirt.
She agreed and stood and started to unbutton the 4 or 5 buttons holding up her skirt. The black man told her there was a private room in the back if she preferred, she looked at me and sensed I was a little uneasy with this and asked me if we needed to talk. I shook my head and told her it was up to her, I was just going to have a seat and watch, and gave her a wink. This is just fine, she said as her skirt fell to the floor.
She turned her back to the 3 guys, now with their mouths wide open and almost drooling as she bent over at the waist to pick up her garment. They had a birds eye view of her lovely ass with the small thong tucked between her cheeks.
She walked to the furthest chair and took her seat as the guy got his equipment ready. "Where do you want it," he asked her again.
Now she pointed to a spot almost centered above her shaven mound that was well inside the perimeter of her skimpy panties. He took hold of the side straps and tugged slightly as she raised her butt off the seat. He rolled the waist band down to the very top of her slit and asked her to point again. She pointed again within the panty covered portion of her skin. He looked over at me and I just gave a quick wink, he turned toward her as she knowingly lifted her buns off the chair and smiled at him.