It was the mid-80s and I was a senior in college when I went to spend some time talking with my favorite Uncle George, who had also been my inspiration to study engineering. He lived alone now, my Aunt Jean having passed away several years before.
We sat in Uncle George's study, a dark oak paneled room covered with bookshelves on three walls, a huge leather-top desk and a comfortable overstuffed sofa, all of which looked like it had come from a prewar museum. Uncle George enjoyed drinking bourbon and this day I had brought him a bottle of Wild Turkey, which the two of us were putting a serious dent in it. Neither one of us were drunk, but both comfortable and talkative. The main topic was that I would be heading to Florida on Spring Break.
Now Uncle George's family was quite well off and he was able to go to Dartmouth to study engineering. This was in the 1930s and he was smart enough to be able to do well in his coursework as well as have one hell of a good time. I had no sooner mentioned spring break when a huge smile came over his face, he leaned back in his chair and took the opportunity to pour more bourbon in each of our glasses. He raised his glass in a toast and said, "Let me tell you about a memorable spring break."
I was now all ears because you had to catch every last detail whenever he began to reminisce and this was not about to be an exception.
"It was 1934 and I was about your age. I decided that I'd head to Jekyll Island, Georgia where there was a grand old hotel known as the Jekyll Island Club where one of my fraternity brothers had a connection and could get a really cheap room rate in a really swanky place. So, at the time I was hanging around with a sorority girl named Betsy, who was equally adept at both drinking and having sex. When I mentioned Jekyll Island, she immediately said that she wanted to go too."
"Just like that?"
"Yup, just like that. So, after classes had ended I loaded up the Packard that my dad was letting me use and we set out. We didn't want to stop anywhere for the night, so we switched off the driving and the passenger got to sleep a couple of hours in the back seat."
"There were no interstates back then either, were there?"
"No, but having a car with Virginia license plates meant that most of the police in the southern states wouldn't bother with us if we happened to be speeding, which most of the time we were," Uncle George shared with a twinkle in his eye and a little smirk on his face.
"We got to Jekyll Island at mid afternoon, pulled up under the portico and in an instant a bellman had collected our luggage. After checking in he took us to our room. I was afraid that the man at the front desk was going to give me a bad time about Betsy being that we weren't married, but apparently my connection had fixed that little detail, too. Times were different then and particularly down south they were pretty strict about morality, or at least they were for outward appearances."
"So, you got to the room."
"We did and it was an impressive place with a gorgeous view of the inland waterway. All the furnishings were antiques and this place didn't spare a dime on any detail. Well, Betsy's jaw dropped open in amazement. She didn't know what else to do so she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a big, wet passionate kiss on me."
"Nice!"
"Now just wait because it gets better. I know it's hard to believe that an old guy like me might have had these experiences, but before I knew it Betsy was taking her clothes off. She unbuttoned and removed her blouse and was soon standing there in just her underwear. She had a nice pair of tits that were accentuated by the pointy brassiere that she was wearing. That was the style of the time and it made her tits look great. Soon, however, both the brassiere and her panties came off and she was standing there in the altogether."
