Chapter 1

The very first time I saw Julie was on a beautiful Sunday afternoon over by Fisherman's Wharf right after the 49ers got their ass kicked yet again by the Oakland Raiders. It wasn't even a close game and I was sorely disappointed by their performance.

I decided to change my mood with some good seafood at my favorite restaurant along with a couple of glasses of the Italian wine that always put me in good spirits.

After finding a fairly safe parking spot on a side street away from the expensive parking lot thieves who preyed on the gullible tourists, I strolled down to the pier thinking about my failed marriage and the painful 50/50 split of all my assets and even future earnings.

My ex-wife Marsha had plenty of "old money" from her stingy family but her lawyers had insisted on draining me of every last cent of available cash and even divested me of my Nob Hill townhouse that had belonged in my family for several generations. I had run up the white flag of surrender because I was ready to "move on" and get it all behind me. Marsha's nasty attorney had even insisted my dog Rex be transferred to my ex-wife's custody. I had raised Rex from a puppy and I was certain he would be heartbroken by the split. You can imagine my astonishment when I saw Rex lounging on a plush pillow being fed goodies by my ex-wife whilst he wagged his tail in sheer adoration ignoring me entirely. It was the final straw. I vowed never to visit that house ever again.

Just as I came out of the narrow side street leading to the piers, I spied a beautiful young girl dressed all in white and shaking a tambourine to attract attention right in front of me. She was obviously begging for money and apparently doing a brisk business with the droves of tourist types looking for the San Francisco atmosphere of free love and flower power.

I dug into my side pocket and found I had no cash to offer the pretty young girl so I just smiled and continued to walk on.

"You are one cheap prick, Mister!"

Not having been addressed quite in this manner by a female ever before, I stopped and saw the girl grinning at me with a look that dared me to make something out of it.

"If you care to accompany me over to the restaurant, young lady, I will cash a check and give you a donation."

She looked at me and came closer giving me the scent of her flower woven hair and some intriguing exotic perfume that seemed terribly addictive.

"Mingling with the natives, Mister?"

I laughed and told her my name was Harry and that I was born not very far from where we were standing at the very moment. She linked her arm in mine and said,

"Well, lead on, Harry, I am never one to refuse a donation from a fellow San Franciscan. Besides, I will take the opportunity to use the can without being hassled for not being a customer. This begging business is getting real boring."

She told me her name was Julie and that she was actually originally from El Dorado in the foothills of the Sierra Madre's.

I spoke to Henry the manager and he quickly cashed my check and asked if I needed a table. I looked at Julie returning from the ladies and said in a voice loud enough for her ears,

"Table for two, please, Henry!"

Julie gave me a queer look and linked her arm in mine once again. I was not certain if that meant she was following me or I was following her. In any event, she was so radiantly beautiful and fresh, that I had no objection in either case.

The meal was delicious and the wine was quite perfect. Julie was an intelligent girl and used her words sparingly and with great effect. When her hidden legs rubbed on mine under the table I continued to talk without pause and only my rock-hard erection gave evidence of my arousal.

Both Julie and I were in fine spirits coming out of the restaurant and I decided to take a cab instead of driving even though I felt I was not under the influence in any way. She clung to me like a vine wrapped about a sturdy tree seeking its sap and deep-rooted stability.

I don't remember ever asking Julie to go home with me. In fact, I don't remember ever asking her to go to bed with me, but there we were humping away like love-struck students looking for Mr. Goodbar.

After shooting two very memorable loads into her astonishingly tight pussy, I relaxed for a moment and drank in the vision of her perfect body face down on the bed with her flowery hair cascading around her like a lost Princess in fairyland.

I started to fondle her perfectly shaped ass that rose like twin mountain peaks guarding a lush valley of heavy brush and dangerous caves leading her to groan in erotic pleasure. It signaled to me that her backside was also a center of sensual enjoyment and I proceeded to explore her hot damp crack and even rimmed her pucker hole with my inquisitive finger.

Julie was moaning now and she even pushed her ass up to get more of my finger inside her brown eye. This was almost the "promised land" for me because my ex-wife was adamant about not "fooling around" with her tight little rear door. Of course, I respected her wishes and was incensed to find out she was taking it up the ass on a regular basis from her personal trainer, Juan, a butt-focused money grubber from Brazil.

Anyway, here I was next to the most perfectly shaped female ass I had ever seen in my entire life and it belonged to a girl who wanted my cock in it as deep as I could get it. I hastened to straddle her squirming hips and pressed my stiff cock right in between her ass cheeks. She shuddered and squealed in delight when the tip of my cock started to lodge in her brown eye. When Julie looked over her shoulder at me, I could see the excitement and the anticipation in her eyes begging me to push deeper inside her quivering pucker hole.