There was no doubt about it. She was not a beautiful woman. Cute, yes. Attractive, yes. Sexy, yes. Beautiful, no.
But it didn't matter really. There is something that draws me to any woman, whether it is her face, her boobs, her butt, her legs, or just a mannerism such as the way she walks or tosses her hair.
I had been sitting in my van in the parking lot of the park for almost 30 minutes when they drove up. There had been other vehicles but this time there were two minivans and they were obviously together.
Since the funicular tram to the top of the park was closed for safety inspection, I elected to park my van in as advantageous a place as I could to spot the trains idling downgrade as well as those working hard to pull their tonnage to the peak, still some few miles to the west. Without the low grade of the Horseshoe Curve, they would never have made it, even with the helper sets that were pushing from the rear or sometimes cut in mid-train to pull the second half.
The vans pulled up into the parking spots just to the left of my vehicle and the drivers, both young females, came around to the right side of their respective vans and helped their passengers, obviously physically and mentally disabled persons, step out of the vans. I watched for a few minutes but was distracted by the sound of screaming dynamic brakes as a train came roaring downgrade at only about 30 MPH. I zoomed in and snapped off several shots as the engines rounded the curve.
By the time I turned back to my right, the women and their charges had headed toward the railroad museum. I was again engrossed in making pictures as the group returned less than a half hour later. They slowly piled back into the vans and the drivers got in and headed for the exit... I thought. Moments later, the two vans pulled around in a circle and stopped, one behind and offset from the other, and the drivers again got out. They opened the doors to let in the cool breeze and the passengers sat and watched the passing trains.
The driver of the second van caught my eye for the first time as she got out of her van, because she hesitated with one leg still in the van and the other on the ground, leaving me with an excellent view of her well-shaped ass encased in her somewhat tight-fitting jeans. She was little and blonde and nicely built, at least from the back side.
She and the other driver, a heavy-set woman of maybe 30 years, stood together talking about whether to stay and let their charges watch or take them "home." I continued my train watching, undeterred by the vans except for my thought about the blonde and her firm bottom. I switched my camera angle downward and to the left just enough to snap several photos of the cute little blonde.
Then she turned and spotted me taking pictures. As if she was ruining my shots, she quickly apologized and headed to her van to move it.
"No! No, please, don't. You're not in my way. I have a great view above the van and it doesn't show up at all in my train pictures."
She shut the van door and took a couple of steps toward me. "Are you sure we're not in the way?"
As an explanation, she said "We bring these people from the home where they live every so often. They like to watch the trains but mostly they just like to get outside for a while."
"I understand," I said. "It's very nice of you to do that."
"We were disappointed we couldn't ride to the top today. You too?"
"Yes, you don't get as good a view from down here but... what can you do?"
She laughed... and I quickly snapped her picture.
"Why did you come here?" she asked.
"I just like to watch the trains and this is a great spot."
"Yes, it is, isn't it. Where are you from?"
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yes, I'm heading home but taking my time."
"That's nice. Well, we're going to have to get these folks back home. Have a good trip."
"Thank you." Then with the second driver just a few feet away, I mouthed to the blonde, "You are beautiful."
Her face lit up, she tilted her head and with a big smile said, "Thank you."
"May I take another picture of you?"
"Really? You want a picture of me?"
"Yes. Please," I added in a slightly begging tone.
She backed a couple of feet from the van and posed for me while I quickly focused and snapped the picture. Once again I whispered, "You really are beautiful."
This time, with a beaming smile, she charged the van and, before I could react, had stuck her arms and head into my window and gave me a tight embrace. Wanting to return the hug, I moved my left arm and accidentally brushed against her small but firm breast.
"Oops!" she said, but the smile on her face said there was no malice.
I got my arm around her and pulled her to me tightly, regretting that the van door was between us. With her head lightly on my chest, I whispered in her ear, "Yes, you are truly a beautiful woman."
She backed away, the smile on her face indicating that she appreciated my sentiments. With a little wave she turned to her van and started to get in. Then she seemed to change her mind. She fiddled with something for a minute or two, then turned and hurried back to my door.
"Where are you staying tonight?" she asked.
"Somewhere in town but I haven't reserved a place yet."
"Would you like to get together later?"
"Yes, I would like that."
Thrusting a piece of paper at me, she said, "When you get settled in, call me. I get off work at seven o'clock."
Then she turned and hurried back to the van. She gave me a quick smile and a wave and they were off.
When I checked into a motel that evening around 6:15, I called and let her know where I was and she promised to meet me when she got off work. Sure enough about 10 minutes after seven, there was a timid knock on my door. When I opened it, she was standing there holding two bottles of icy Coke.
I asked her to come in and she offered me one of the bottles, saying "I didn't know what you drink but I don't like alcohol so I took a chance that you'd like this."
"That is just fine. Won't you make yourself comfortable?"
Surprisingly she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. She opened her Coke and took a long swig, then screwed the cap back on while her gaze seemed far away. She said, "I need to say some things before... well, before anything happens."
My heart sank and I thought, "Yeah, she came this far only to get cold feet." I sat on the edge of the bed beside her, careful that I did not touch her... yet.
"I live in this town. I was born here, raised here, went to school here. I got married here."
Suddenly my heart dropped off a cliff.
"And then I got divorced here too. The town only has one junior high and one high school. You know every kid in the school by the time you've spent a couple of years there. And no one ever forgets you. When you pass anybody... ANYBODY... on the streets or in the stores, they want to stop and catch up on whatever you've been doing. Yes, they're nosy people but they're... well, it's just their way of being friendly and showing that they care about you."
She looked at me with a very serious countenance and I nodded as if I understood. "If I date someone, everybody in town knows about it before long. There aren't many secrets here. Understand?"
I nodded again.
"That brings me to my dilemma. I like men... and sex... but... if I date a local man and have sex, I would soon have a reputation as an easy girl. All the guys... the wrong guys... would hound me to death, trying to... you know, get me to have sex with them. All the women, on the other hand, would hate me because every one of them would be absolutely certain that I was having sex with her man. Even if I never came close to him. I've seen it happen."
Again I nodded when her eyes searched my face. She continued "But... well, I've been thinking all day about... about meeting you today and... and what you said to me and... I am so-o-o horny and I... I need someone to hold me so bad. And, honey, if you wouldn't mind doing it, nobody would think anything about it because you're from out of town."
The last words came out in a torrent, words tumbling on top of words as if she was afraid that I might cut her off before she said what she wanted to. Instead I set my drink on the table and with both arms, gently engulfed her. That must have been the right move because she melted into me as if she was hot butter and I was a cookie mold. After a couple of minutes of just holding her tightly, I tipped her head up and gently kissed her lips. That lasted several seconds but I felt her tongue tentatively probing and opened my mouth. Our tongues were soon intertwined and the kiss was demanding... from both of us.
Somehow she twisted herself around, without ever breaking the kiss, until she was sitting in my lap, her smallish breasts pressed against my chest. I held her tightly with my left hand but let my right begin to explore her back, from her typically broad shoulders down to a rather tiny waist and then out to her hips and finally around her magnificently round buttocks. The more my hand explored the more she sighed into my mouth.
I know she felt my arousal. There was no way to hide it, even if it was still in my pants. It pushed up at her, hoping to break free of its confinement only to find a more loving and forgiving confinement in her.
Although she kept one arm around my neck and her mouth covering mine, she twisted again and pulled my roving hand up to her breast. This time her sigh was also audible as she pushed the little globe back into my hand.
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