Hello, my name is Reggie. I'm a 19 y/o male from the South.
In my experience Southern Living is all about the culture, the food, football and the Southern Ladies.
It's a place that has captured the imagination of the world, inspiring music, poems, literature, motion pictures and art.
People are captivated by the stories of the gallant Southern Gentleman and the beautiful Southern Ladies. Most of this is just folklore, well, maybe except for the Southern Ladies.
The woman of the South, from the shores of South Carolina to the French Ouarter of New Orleans, is like a mythical creature, come to life. The way she carries herself, the tilt of her head and the sexy accent that flows from her mouth, like molasses on a spring day.
Many Southern Ladies are excellent equestrians, sitting astride a horse just as elegant as when she is walking down the street. Many, may I say, most are efficient with firearms. From a pistol in their tiny, well cared for hands, to a shotgun, shooting skeets.
As the Southern Lady matures with age, she can be compared to a bottle of fine wine. She doesn't get old, she matures into a more experienced example of what she was in her youth. She never loses the poise and confidence that makes her such a desirable creature. This brings me to the special Southern Lady who is the subject of my text. The beautiful, Vaunita.
Vaunita Sudbury is 41 years old. She's 5'7", very trim figure, beautiful peach ass. Blonde hair that she likes to keep about shoulder length emphasizing a long, kissable, neck. Vaunita is a 34c. Thre are reasons that I know this measurement, I'll get into much later. But, what I consider her most perfect assets are her long, gorgeous legs. Perfectly shaped, smooth and tanned just enough to make them perfect. Her legs taper down to the prettiest, pedicured feet that you have ever seen. I like to call Vaunita's legs, peanut butter legs. They are creamy, smooth and wonderful to spread.
Vaunita's son, Bill, has been one of my best friends since childhood. Bill is a year older than I am. Due to the fact that we are, usually, away at our respective universities, we don't see eachother as often as we once did.
Luckily, it is my favorite time of the year, Spring Break. We are home and ready for some fun. "Record SCREEEEECH!"
Now I know what you are thinking, "What are these two doing at home during Spring Break?" Very simple, we live in the south. The rest of the country comes to us. The white sand beaches in Florida, the clear blue lakes and mountains in Arkansas. Why should we go anywhere, when we can get all the excitement at home?
Now, ol' Bill and I are both horn-dawgs. For those of you who don't understand the terminology, we are hot for the ladies.
But, the one lady who gets my cock hard, every time that I think about her is his mother, Vaunita.
My father is a local Minister. Bill's dad is the Associate Pastor and Music Director of our Church. This time of year they make their annual trip to the General Assembly Meetings. This means that they will be gone for two whole weeks. Bill suggested that I come and stay with he and his Mom for Spring Break. I accepted without hesitation.
Once I got to their home, Bill met me as I pulled into the drive way. We gave a bro-man hug. Then here she came. Dressed in a white t-shirt, denim, cut-off shorts and barefoot. I quickly broke the hug with Bill so that he wouldn't get the wrong idea for my errection that just sprang to life.
Bill and Vaunita helped me take my stuff to the bedroom that I would occupy for the coming week. There's no way that I could take my eyes off of Vaunita's perfect legs and that ass in those jean shorts. It actually rocked side to side as she walked in that graceful manner of hers.
Once we got my car unloaded and my room set up she walked up to me with a smile that would melt the coldest heart. She put her arms around me and hugged me. I held her in my arms, very close to me. She said, with her sexy little Georgia accent, " We are so glad to have you here with us baby." Next thing I knew my hard cock was throbbing as it was pressed right up against her flat little tummy. We broke our embrace and I became aware that she had felt my hard-on against her because she gave me a smile and a wink.
That evening we decided to hit of the local eateries for supper.
Supper- The word used to describe the evening meal, in the Southern Culture.
Vaunita was wearing a sleeveless, sheer nylon, blouse. You could actually see her lace bra through the material. A pair of jeans that molded against her lower torso, and a pair of sparkly flip-flops that looked absolutely sexy on her beautiful feet.
As she walked into the restaurant, every man in the place noticed her. She moved through the place like smoke. Her poise and grace were on point, every second. One guy, who looked to be about the same age as Bill and I, bumped into a table because he was looking at this Southern Beauty and not where he was going.
We had a great time. The food was awesome. We laughed and related stories about past adventures. When Vaunita is out with us, you almost forget that she's my friends Mom. She's more like a 20 something year old girl, out with friends. I think that adds to her charm and sexiness.
She told us stories from her younger days. She said that she and her friends would steal watermelons from this old man's garden, at night. Due to the fact that she was the only one of her classmates that had access to a car, her job was that of the get way driver. The old man would come running out of his house with his shotgun filled with rock salt. She told us that one night, one of her friends, a chubby little 14 y/o, was running and carrying 2 watermelons. He fell and dropped the melons. They went rolling along the dirt. Vaunita, at the time, 15 years old, jumped out of the car. She ran to help her fallen friend and grab the watermelons. Wth her long legs she was quite fast. She hurdled the barbed wire fence. Once she reached the fallen friend, they gathered the 2 watermelons and she encouraged him to RUN! Just as she neared the fence, she heard the shotgun blast and felt the pain as rock salt hit her in her gorgeous ass. She said, " It burned like hell, but, I never lost stride, one again hurdled the fence, jumped into the car with the watermelons and spun out shooting gravel behind us as we headed for my parents house." She said that it was a week before she could sit down comfortable.
