Saturday, Aug 18, 1973
Steve Murphy was a skinny 18 year old with long greasy blonde hair and a scraggly beard. He was wearing the uniform of a hippie, tattered blue jeans, a peasant shirt, a vest festooned with buttons and patches advocating, peace, love and drugs. His eyes were bloodshot and the smell of patchouli and marijuana hung off of him. He was carrying a tired duffel bag he bought used from an Army Navy Store. The bottom of the duffle bag had a crooked peace sign painted on it and the words "Ban the Bomb!" painted on the side in cracked white paint. He also carried a battered guitar case with a guitar he didn't quite know how to play.
He was hitching his way across the country, trying to make his way to Berkley where he was enrolled for the fall semester. His last ride had left him Albuquerque. When he had set out from Yonkers three months ago, his plan was to hold up a sign that said "California" and hope for the best. By the time he got to Dallas he realized just how far north Berkley was from LA which is the direction that most of his rides took him. Now he was in New Mexico in a classic, "You can't there from here." bind. He was going to have to go almost all the way to LA before he could go north.
He checked his pockets and realized he was flat broke. He was done traveling for the day. It was getting late and he knew that he wouldn't be able to catch a lift until morning. He looked around the square where he had been dropped off and saw a seedy little bar called the Lone Saguaro. He walked into the dimly lit bar and saw a woman behind the bar.
"Excuse me ma'am. I'm on my way to school in California and I've run out of money. I was wondering if I could wash dishes, or clean in exchange for a meal and something to drink."
His eyes were accustoming to the dark interior and he realized that what he had assumed was a middle aged woman was in fact a girl about his age. She looked Mexican with dark skin, long black hair and coal black eyes. Her large breasts strained against a white tank top. A small piece of turquoise and silver jewelry hung between them. She pulled him a beer, and said, "Let me check." She walked back into the kitchen and Steve admired the curve of her ass that was barely hidden by a long black skirt.
Steve could feel his cock harden. It had been a couple of days since he had had real food but a couple of weeks since he had had any pussy. Modern women were alleged to be open for free love, but all of the women that he had met along the way were attached or just not interested.
The woman came back with a plate of enchilada's covered in green chile. She put it down in front of Steven and said. "You eat this quick and work in the kitchen until we are done cleaning. We close at midnight. Expect to be here until 2."
Steven dug into the plate of food and said, "This is delicious. I've never had anything like it before in my life. It's so flavorful and spicy."
The young woman offered her hand. "I'm Claudia Sanchez."
"My name is Bob Roberts." Steven lied, and he wasn't sure why. He had never seen the woman before and was sure he would never see her again. He had no plans to even go to New Mexico again, but for some reason he was afraid of her knowing his real name.
After Steven finished his dinner he went back into the kitchen where he cleaned glasses and plates until closing time. When the bar closed he was sent out to clean the dining room with Claudia. She had him washing down tables and mopping floors while she stood behind the bar washing glassed.
As they cleaned the restaurant, they spoke and flirted. Stephen could see her nipples harden under tank top. He knew she was ready.
"You are going off to school?" she asked.
"UCLA." He lied again. He wanted to fuck her more than anything he had in his entire life, but he couldn't stop himself from telling her stupid lies.
"So you are 18?"
"Just turned 18 in May." Finally the truth he thought.
"It's a good thing the war is ending. I would hate to see someone as cute as you dying in Vietnam."
The cook came out with some food wrapped in foil and set it on the bar. He said something to Claudia in Spanish and headed out.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine. I have Bob here with me."
"He's what I'm worried about." The cook said.
Claudia hopped up onto the bar and turned to face Steven. He legs were slightly spread but her ankle length skirt covered everything. "Was my father right to worry about you? Are you going to ravish me and take away my innocence?" She was playing with her necklace, the large piece of turquoise dangling between her large bosoms.
Steven dropped the mop and ran over to the bar. She quickly lifted off her tank top revealing a pair large breasts with large chocolate nipples. She laid the top and necklace beside her on the bar as he reacher her. He started to paw at her right breast. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh while his mouth attacked the other one. He sucked on her left nipple and felt it crinkle in his mouth. He bit her and she gasped. With his left hand he pulled on her nipple.
Claudia grabbed a tequila bottle and took a big swig. Then she took a double handful of Steven's hair and pulled his face up to hers and kissed him hard and deep. Steven could taste the tequila on her as her tongue pushed into his mouth.
Steven took the bottle of tequila and took a swig as Claudia worked his pants open and freed his teenage cock. She started to stroke him, running her hands up and down his shaft. She milked a drop of precum out of his cock and started to spiraled it around the tip with her finger.
"That feels so wonderful." She took another swig of the tequila and started to hike up her long skirt. She pulled aside her plain white panties revealing a furry bush with full lips oozing cum. Claudia lined his cock head up with her pussy and he slid in an inch and hit an obstruction. He pulled back and pushed harder.
Claudia took another pull from the bottle and wrapped her legs around Steven's ass and pulled him in. This time his cock plowed through her hymen and he was bottomed out in her formerly virgin pussy. He pulled back almost to the point of popping out and slammed back in.
Claudia's pulled on his back with her hands her fingernails digging to his back. She threw her head back and screamed. Steven was pounding into her harder. He was sliding back and forth unimpeded. She was wet and pulling him in as hard as she could. Suddenly she squeezed him tightly. He could feel her pussy throbbing around his dick, milking him. That was all he needed and he started to orgasm. He was shooting off inside of her. She was covered in sweat, and panting, lying on the bar.
Steven was all of the sudden overcome with guilt. He had just taken advantage of a young virgin. She knew nothing about sex and he mistreated her and had lied to her. He panicked and put on his clothes as she was lying there on the bar. She seemed half passed out. Steven grabbed his duffle bag and started out. He looked back and quickly grabbed Claudia's necklace and her dinner and ran out into the night.
Thursday, May 11th, 1995
Steven Murphy had just turned 40. A regular at the gym he was fit. He did some short distance running and played in a softball league. He had a moderate amount of muscle tone and stood about 6 feet tall. He had short blond hair that he wore moussed up. It was starting to recede a bit at the temples but nothing too bad. He was visiting Albuquerque to try and right a wrong.
Planning for the trip began 3 weeks ago when he and his wife, Brittany were in bed. She was fit, her lithe body had recovered admirably from their two children, and the only real signs she bore were some nipples that were slightly chewed and stretched. Steven had his face buried in her shaved crotch. He was tonguing her pussy while her landing strip of hair ticked his forehead. He loved to eat her pussy. He didn't think he would at first but after 10 years of blow jobs she insisted that he return the favor. What at first was a chore was a delight.
Steven gently spread his wife's lower lips and then licked between them. He licked up one side and then down the other. When he reached the bottom he drove his tongue into her sopping snatch. As he licked her, Brittany became more and more excited. Her clit started to emerge from its fleshy cocoon. That was Steven's sign to move in for the kill. He slowly lubed up his fingers in his wife's pussy. He had three fingers ready to drive into her pussy and one more on the other hand prepped for her asshole.
He tickled her asshole with the one finger and started to drive the three in and out of her pussy. After a few strokes on her pussy her asshole loosened up and his finger went in.
Brittany arched her back. "Why do you always do that, you dirty nasty man! Uh! Uh! Uh!" She was starting to grunt and Steven felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and her bowels try to suck in his other hand even though it only had one finger. This was his final cue. He kissed her throbbing clit and she exploded.
She screamed in pleasure and kept shaking for almost a minute. Steven wasted no time mounting his wife. He pushed his dick into her hard and she started to grunt again. Steven raised up on his hands and tiptoes and then used his weight to quickly slam his cock home.
He pounded his dick into his blonde wife's trimmed pussy. In and out he went changing the pace. He would get close to coming and then ease back and change his pace. His dick went in and out and he stared at her pert b cup breasts and small pink nipples.
When he finally finished he collapsed and she rolled on top of him. She was playing with his slimy softening dick with one hand and asked, "So how about a 3 way for your birthday? Any woman from the past you want to revisit?"
That was when he remembered Claudia. He hadn't thought of her in twenty years. Suddenly he was back in a smokey bar with the taste of tequila on his lips. He told his wife the whole story, the one night stand on the bar top, stealing her necklace to sell it for a bus ticket, the fake name, everything.
"You have to find her and apologize and pay her back for the necklace. Even better, get her a better one and pay her back. Take a trip, fuck her again, or don't, call it your present. My birthday is in a couple of months, and I am aching for some DP action. I haven't had any since school and I think it's time."
Steven was sent on specific instructions that he could fuck Claudia and no one else. He wasn't being given a hall pass, just a chance at an old flame and perhaps redemption. He now found himself back at the Lone Saguaro.
He walked in hoping to find Claudia still working inside. Unfortunately none of the staff looked over 20. Some he could swear were 15. He walked over to the bar and sat down. He ran his hand over a spot that the last time he was here was covered by Claudia and her freshly popped cherry.
