The memory runs through my head every day. I'm cruising along in Mom's old car checking out the tits of a girl i picked up at a party. I was headed for a second one that night and she begged a ride from me.
I ran her to her place first then we took off, driving down dark side roads to get there. I glanced over at her then and saw her pulling something out of her bag. She'd gone in her house and gotten a chance of clothes.
She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt right then. She saw me looking and gave me a grin before saying, "No peeking now."
"Fuck that. I'm watching." I slowed down even more, creeping along the road as she pulled her shirt off revealing the fact she wasn't wearing a bra under it. Her pants followed and she was sitting on the other side of the car in only panties at that point. That was a first for me and I appreciated the view.
She posed for a moment, letting me get a good look at her body. "Well?"
Her name was Mary and she'd just graduated school a few months before. She had long kinky hair and nice firm C cup tits. Her nipples were nice and hard and this amazing dark color. Right then I would have loved to have seen the rest of her, but that wasn't in the cards that night. I gave it a try though.
"Very nice. Take off the panties too."
She shook her head. "If I do we're never going to get to the party."
"That's exactly right."
She smiled and pulled her other outfit on. It was cut to reveal, at least that's what I found out after she pulled it on. She slid over right next to me, buckling in and sitting pressed against my right side. I looked down and could see most of those nice tits from where I sat.
The 10 minute drive to where we were going took half an hour that night simply because I was driving slow. My arm was around her and soon slipped down her top to play with those tits and hard nipples of hers. She was resting one hand on my thigh and as I played with her she started moving it higher and higher. By the time we eventually crept up to the house we were heading for, her hand was gently rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.
We stayed at the party for half an hour and then headed for home. This time things escalated quickly. By the time we got within a mile of her place I had her top around her waist and she'd pulled my cock out, stroking me with one soft hand.
I stopped at an old dirt road less than a mile from her house. "So should I take you home or turn here?"
I saw her smile as she said, "Turn left."
We parked halfway down that road. Moments later she was naked and up on her hands and knees sucking my cock while my right hand explored her body. I could have just sat back and let her take my cum in her mouth, but that's not what I wanted right then. So I stopped her and rolled her over on her back.
Watching my cock slide into her was something I'll never forget. I plunged in deep, making her moan. She didn't just lay back and take it either. Her hips were bucking up against mine, making sure I filled her up with every stroke.
I saw her cum on my cock and there's no other word for it than cute. She shivered, her body shaking slightly. Then she locked her legs around my ass making sure I couldn't escape. I was good with that and minutes later I shot a huge load of cum deep inside her.
She kept moving though, and eventually that night took a second load the same way. After the second round I watched her dress, hiding that body away before I took her home.
I would have loved to have seen her again, but it didn't happen. She disappeared and life went on. I did see her a couple of years later in a local grocery store. I almost stopped her to say something but two things stopped me. First of all she was with another guy. And secondly she was pushing a young child in her cart.
So we never even spoke again. Work took me away and I never saw her after that. As usual, at least with work, the years passed and that night became my favorite memory. Work never really allowed me to have relationships because I traveled so much, so I got used to the occasional one night stand. I parlayed my vacation time into one full month every summer and I'd spend that at my Mom's old place on the lake. I got lucky there quite a bit by going up to the local bar and picking up drunk horny housewives who were being ignored by their husbands.
I'd gotten up one morning and pulled on my usual t-shirt and shorts, getting ready for another beautiful day. I was weighing my options that day and finally decided to go fishing. I was in the garage that morning with the door up making sure my fishing gear was ready when a car pulled up in front of my house.
Looking at it briefly I saw a young girl looking down, obviously playing on her phone. That wasn't unusual really. I'd seen it happen many times just because the tree in the front yard had great shade. So I ignored her until I heard a car door open and close.
I looked up to see a tall busty girl heading toward me. I took a good look, appreciating the view. She was dressed pretty much the same way I was that day. Her t-shirt was tight on her body, revealing great tits and a narrow waist. The shorts were nice and tight too and I appreciated her hips while imagining what her ass might look like. She came right to the garage where I was and stopped at the door.
"Hi. I'm looking for Mike James."
I stood up smiling. "That's me. I'm Mike. What can I do for you."
She looked me over for a moment and I did the same. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. I assumed she was one of those people that looked like someone and dismissed it when she held out her hand to shake mine.
"Hi Mike. My name's Ann. It's nice to meet you."
As I shook her hand she went on. "You and I have someone in common."
This was getting mysterious. "Oh really? Who would that be?"
"Her name was Mary. Mary Kline. Do you remember her?"
I nodded slowly. "That's a name I haven't heard in years and years. I knew her long ago and far away."
"I know. About 21 years ago to be exact. Is that right?"
I did some mental math and nodded again. "That's exactly right." I was starting to get a strange feeling about this. "How do you know Mary?"
Ann smiled. "She was my Mom." I caught the past tense then and asked her about it. "Mom died a few months ago. It was cancer."
"I'm so sorry for your loss." She thanked me and part of me felt disappointment at knowing she was gone. I got curious then and asked another question. "So why are you here?"
"Because according to her, you're my Dad." I sat down heavily in my chair, my heart pounding. "I'm what?"
Ann pulled a couple of papers from her purse and handed them to me. I looked at the first one. It was a birth certificate with my name listed as the father. The second was a letter from Mary telling her that I was her Dad.
I looked up at my new found daughter and found myself speechless. She smiled gently and said, "I know. Believe me I know."
Fishing that day was put on the back burner. I managed to stand and asked her, "Would you like to come in and talk?"
She nodded. "I would."
I saw it then. She had my eyes and her Mom's hair. She'd obviously inherited my height. She was tall for a girl. I put her at about six foot tall, not that much shorter than me. We walked into the kitchen right away and I opened the fridge. I reached for a pop first then changed my mind. Looking at her I asked, "Is it too early for beer?"
"It's gotta be five o'clock somewhere, right? Besides, I think we both could use one." I knew I could. I grabbed a couple and led her into the living room to sit and talk. We took a good long time to actually get to know each other that day, killing several beers each as we did. I didn't really regret that until she asked a loaded question.
"So how did you and Mom meet?"
I looked at her wondering what to tell her. I could make up something right then and there about it, or I could hit her with the truth. I had no idea where her Mom had gone in her personal life after that one night. I was silent as I thought and Ann finally laughed.
"Oh my God. You don't remember!"
I shook my head. "I remember every second of it. It just doesn't paint your Mom in the best light. But things were different back then."
She reached over and touched my arm gently. "Just tell me the truth Mike. I'm a big girl; I can take it."
So I took a deep breath and told her the entire story. When I'd finished she was quiet for a few moments. She smiled a crooked smile then and said, "Wow. Mom was really a slut wasn't she?"
I shook my head. "Things were different back then Ann. It wasn't that unusual for young people like us to get together like that. It really wasn't."
That didn't seem to help much. Ann shook her head. "That may be, but I just found out that I was conceived on the front seat of a car during a one night stand."
I touched her arm gently then. "If it's any help I always regretted not ever seeing her again."
She looked me dead in the eye and asked the hard question. "Was that because you actually wanted to see her again or because you just wanted to get laid?"
I sighed. "You want honesty don't you?" She nodded. "It was both to be honest. I really wanted to get acquainted with every inch of her body of course. But I definitely wanted to see her again to see if we could have a relationship."
"So you cared about her?" I nodded. "That's good at least. You have no idea how many "uncle's" came and went over the years with her."
Knowing her Mom that didn't surprise me that much. I was sympathetic though. "That must have sucked Ann. I'm sorry you had to experience that."
"It is what it is." She stood up, getting ready to leave. "I've got a hotel room for the next few days here in town. I should probably get there and check in."
"Wait a minute. Why don't you stay here?" She looked surprised at that. "Look, I just found out I have a daughter. Why not stay and get to know me better? I've got a guest room downstairs and a lake out front."
She looked at me and finally nodded. "Ok. I can do that. As long as it's not going to be a problem."
"Not at all. Let's get your stuff." We went to her car and grabbed her bags, bringing them back in and down to the guest room. She turned and looked out the sliding glass door there at the lake. "That's a great view Mike."
My eyes had been running over her body as she looked at the view. "It certainly is."