Kelly,
I wrote you a story as you suggested. I debated on what story to tell and decided to recount a totally true story of a special night with "Little Lisa". Lisa was a college student who was only abut 4'11", a tiny little thing, small and slim. We had an adventure one spring night and here is the tale. Hope it has enough detail for you. Hope you are entertained by it. Hopefully it might even make you a little bit wet! I told you already how much I love to masturbate to your stories so maybe I can get the same response from you.
The story ended up being too long to cut-and-paste into a note and I don't see way to add an attachment. Last summer we sent each other a few notes and you were using the address [email protected]. I'll send this story to this address, but I know how much you rightly value your privacy, so I would never abuse your trust. If you are not comfortable with receiving mail at this address I will delete it from my contact list and end all mailings to it.
I was going to send you a picture of me but a lot of my past was in the pre-digital days and later I always seemed to be the one taking the pictures when nudity was involved. If you would like, I'll pull out the old college yearbook and scan a few shots (clothed) of what I looked like when this story took place.
Happy reading (I hope)!!!!
ADVENTURES WITH LITTLE LISA
A little background
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The year is 1977. The late 60s saw the beginnings of sensual and sexual freedom. The suppressed morals of the Eisenhower years started to thaw and the honest acceptance of pleasure spread among the "Baby Boomer" generation. Our parents listened to Frank Sinatra and Benny Goodman. We were rocking out to Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix. No nudity at all in the US movies and a TV show could be censored for using words like "virgin" or "thigh". On TV and the movies, married couples were shown sleeping in separate beds. "I Dream Of Jeannie" was not allowed to show Barbara Eden's navel. Society and the media were buttoned up to the collarbone.
Then came oral contraception which led to sexual freedom and some say enabled the "Summer of Love", the Woodstock generation, and the hippie movement. Women quit wearing bras, tits swaying free and nipples proudly erect. Commune orgies, free love, X-Rated movies like Deep Throat were recognized as cultural landmarks if not common everywhere. The older generation mostly dug in their heels and resisted change, but the Boomers were everywhere and were not about to live an "Ozzie and Harriet" or "Leave it to Beaver" middle class lifestyle. We were a wave that was changing society.
These changes started mainly on the West Coast and gradually worked their way across the US. The Boomers were embracing the liberation of ideas and morals and most of the Boomers were college students at the time. So college campuses, sometimes begrudgingly, began to change as well. Gone were curfews for women's dorms. Opposite sex visitation began to be accepted. The legal drinking age was lowered from 21 to 18.
PARTY TIME!
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In 1977, I was a 28 year old grad student, teaching college "Intro to Political Science" by day and bartending by night. I had attended the same school as an undergrad and while it has always had a reputation as a 'party school', things had loosened up even more in the intervening years. Then one spring night, a campus wide party was held along the banks of the river which flowed along the edge of the campus. The river had its headwaters about a mile away in a lake fed by several natural limestone springs that put out over 10,000 gallons of crystal clear, pure water that was 70º year round. The university had a park along the banks that was a hangout for all the students who would dress as skimpy as possible, oil up their bodies and hang out and hook up every afternoon. Indeed, life was exceedingly good.
On that fateful evening, over 1,500 students were there in the park, listening to a couple of bands perform and hanging out on the lawn along the river. And, for the first time the university administration had relaxed the ban of alcohol on campus. So the crowds were there, ready to do a little drinking and, hopefully each other. Let the games begin.
The Party
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Around sundown, the college kids started streaming into the park. I had to bartend until about 7 so it had already hit their stride when we arrived. I had ridden with some of the other employees from the bar and we mixed and mingled with our friends that were there as well as members of the opposite sex with whom we wished to become better "acquainted." The sexual tension was high as was the overall sense of springtime fun.
In my wanderings, I ran across a group of friends who were regulars at the bar including Sue, Lauren, Connie, Renee and Lisa. They were mostly art majors and not at all reserved. We were all good friends, but my only physical contact with any of them to that point was a little grab ass and light makeout sessions in the back room of the bar with a couple of them. When you are a bartender, everybody else hooks up and leaves at closing time while the bartender remains to wash glasses, clean toilets, mop floors, etc. Such a glamorous life! But here I was sitting with these ladies, all of them beautiful, hot and sexy in that art major sort of way. We were sitting on a king size quilt on the grass listening to the music and having a good time.
As we sat through the evening, one by one the girls would get up to get a beer, talk to other friends, flirt with guys and just mingle. Gradually, as the night went on they had all left except me and Lisa. It had begun to get cool during the evening so we used that as an excuse to move under the quilt to "stay warm".
Lisa
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Until now, Lisa and I had just been friends from the bar but nothing physical had ever occurred between us. I am 6'6" tall and Lisa was 4"11" tall so we made an 'interesting' couple. I am somewhat athletically built. Lisa was built like a ballerina, lean with a narrow figure and a-cup breasts. As was the case in the 70s, Lisa often went braless with her eraser nipples showing through her tight t-shirt. It ALWAYS made me happy when we would speak and I would see her nipples get stiff and harder as we spoke. Just like my dick would. She had a thin, cute face with blue eyes and short curly dark red hair. I was super attracted to her, but she was usually quiet and shy and before now, it seemed that she was always in a group of people while I was working, so we had never really had the chance to be alone together. Until now.
Act I, Party in the Park
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I'm not sure if it was really all that cool, but what the hell! Let's snuggle under the quilt. I wrapped my left arm around Lisa and pulled her tiny body against mine while she rested her head on my shoulder as we listened to the band begin the final set of the evening. I looked down at Lisa and she looked back up at me. She had a beautiful smile on her face, her eyes flashing. And she had a look on her face, a look like she had just asked me a question and was waiting for me to answer. I put my hand against her cheek, bent down and kissed her. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back like we were long lost lovers. Kissing and "making out" has always been one of my favorite "hobbies." I love to see how aroused I can make my partner by just kissing, a light touch to the cheek or neck, brushing the hair from her face, holding her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her. Apparently, Lisa was a fan, too. As we kissed under the quilt, she raised her knee so that her thin thigh was over my lap, rubbing me inside my jeans. Her hands roamed over my chest, inside my shirt, stroking me and playing with my nipples. She moved her hips, rubbing herself against my thigh. I ran my hands along her body as well, stroking and caressing. I caressed her tiny breasts and felt her hard nipples against my palms. I slowly and gently ran my hands along her sides, up her thighs and placed my hand against her pussy mound, feeling the heat and dampness through her jeans. Her hands cupped my face and we kissed and stroked as the band finished up their last set. The thought of completely hiding under the quilt, stripping naked and fucking each other's brains out demanded my attention. But all the lights were on, there were still several hundred people milling around as the crowd began to drift ot of the park. It occured to me that if the cops did a walk through and caught us, I would probably lose my teaching job. So we called time out, buttoned back up and moved back on top of the quilt.
A brief intermission
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Gentleman that I am, I made an offer to Lisa to drive her home. After some quick math, we realized that my car was still at the bar where I left it when I caught a ride, about six or eight blocks away. Lisa's apartment was much closer so we decided to walk to her place and she would give me a ride back to my car.
The park was across a road from the campus. There was an intersection right across the road with very bright street lights, possibly to keep people from driving into the river. At this intersection was a part of the river that was just downstream from a retaining dam that made a spillway. The stretch was surrounded by cypress trees, including a rope swing and was a popular swimming spot during the day. At night, however, the trees and bright lights hid this "swimming hole" from the road. On a couple of occasions, I had been skinny dipping at night with friends at this spot. I asked Lisa if she knew about this spot's reputation and she said "No. That sounds like FUN. Let's do it!"
Act II, Shall we gather at the river?
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I sat down to take my boots off (we are in Texas, after all!), stood up and took off my shirt. I looked over to Lisa and she was already completely naked and diving into the river, her tiny figure and skiny little butt disappearing into the river like a water nymph. I hopped on one foot as I tried to see how quickly I could get my pants off and dove in after her. Because of the nearby spillway, the water was swirlling and bubbling around us like a hot tub. The crystal clear water was only 70º but we didn't notice the chill. I swam over to Lisa, wrapped her in my arms and we began to kiss again like we had under the quilt in the park. Only now we were naked, floating with our heads just above water, feeling the warmth of each other's body in the chill water. Lisa had her arms around my shoulders as we kissed and drifted. She slid up my body, and reached down between us and wrapped her little hand around my rock hard cock. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. Lisa smiled and let out a little giggle. She pushed me on my back slightly, slid along my body while still holding onto my dick and impaled herself onto me in several long, slow thrusts. We both gasped at the same time in a wave of pleasure. My hard dick slid into her warm wet pussy. Her body heat was an amasing contrast to the cool surrounding water. She rode me as we drifted in the water. I wrapped my hands around her slim hips and slowly raised her up and down. We were both so excited by the erotic nature of our act and by a mutual lust for each other that it didn't take long for us both to reach a glorious, ecstatic climax. Lisa' nipples hardened even more as she arched her back, closed her eyes and made mewing sounds like a little kitten. She was so sexy that I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my back, thrust my hips and felt my dick swell and throb as I shot a tremendous load, shot after shot of my hot cum, seven shots as deep into her pussy as I could reach. The feel of my swollen cock shooting my hot cum into her set Lisa off on another, stronger orgasm, only seconds after her first one. Fortunately, I am tall enough so that I could stand on the bottom as we held each other, shuddering as the aftershocks of the outstanding orgasms we had given each other. We kissed again for several minutes as I slowly wilted enough to slide from her pussy without going completely soft.
We drifted holding each other in the gently swirling current before we got out, dried ourselves on the king size quilt we had been carrying and got dressed. As we dressed, Lisa saw that I was still half hard. She took me in her hand, bent over and gently kissed my dick.
Act III, On the Road Again
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As we continued our trek along the road to Lisa's apartment, we passed by the university's tennis courts. There were several courts laid out with center court in the midde with its grandstands where intercollegiate matches were held. Suddenly, out of nowhere a perverse idea crossed my mind. "Have you ever fucked in front of the stands at center court?" I asked Lisa. A huge smile on her face, a giggle in her voice, she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the court. We frantically started undressing each other, laid on the middle of the court and started fucking like there would be some kind of prize for our performance. I lay on top of her, holding her tiny ass in my hands as I pumped away. We laughed like maniacs as we imagined the stands full of spectators watching us fuck, loudly cheering and applauding and masturbating as we once again drove each other to a blue moon climax. She let out a loud high pitched squeal as she spasmed beneath me. I groaned loudly as I once again shot spurt after spurt of my cum into her tight red haired pussy. Oh so tight. Oh so sweet. Oh so special. Our imaginary crowd gave us a standing ovation as they, too came along with us, dripping throbbing pussies and swollen spurting dicks as a sign of their appreciation of our exhibition.
Act IV, Are we there yet?
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By now, Lisa and I both were as giddy as a couple of 8th graders who thought they had just invented sex! We reluctantly pulled our clothes back on and staggered back onto the road to continue our oddesy to her apartment. Arms around each other holding each other tightly, we continued on our way. As we neared the edge of campus, we passed by the intramural football fields. No stands, but just a large flat grassy area big enough for a couple of football fields marked off with yard lines. I looked down at Lisa. She looked up at me. Apparently the same thought crossed our minds as we both quietly said "50 yard line!"
Holding hands, we dashed out to the 50 yard line, once again quickly stripped naked and got after it again. This time, I lay on my back on the grass. Lisa straddled my hips and lowered herself. She leaned forward, took my face into her hands and gave me a long, long, drawn out passionate kiss which got me hard (again!) in no time. She reached down between us and took my hard cock in her hand and rubbed it against her pussy lips. My first load had been washed away in the river but my load from the tennis court was still inside her and I felt its slick warmth against the tip of my dick as she rubbed it along her pussy lips and around and over her clit. I reached up and took her breasts into my hands and gently tweaked her nipples and stroked her breasts and she worked herself over me, using me like a 6'6" dildo. Finally she slowly slid her way down onto me, slow, warm and silky. As she slid down, I could feel the tip of my dick gently kissing against her cervix, way up inside of her body. I could have tried to push myself deeper but there was no reason to. Lisa was in control of this fuck and I let her set the pace and depth. It felt so good for both of us. I grabbed Lisa'a hips and slowly moved her back and forth, not up and down, so she could feel me rubbing against her pussy walls and nudging her cervix. We lay like that, fucking in the moonlight in the middle of a field for all to see, thinking of nothing, only feeling the pleasure we were giving each other. The whole world was between our hips.
Lisa rode herself to several satisfying, shuddering orgasms, her eyes closed and a serene smile on her face. After about 15 minutes (who was keeping time?) I finally felt another surge rising. This would be my third in about an hour. I felt myself throb and swell even more that last time as I slowly reached the point of my release. It felt amazing, like an electrical current running through my body as I began another hot cum shower for Lisa's tight little pussy. Although the volume of cum was much less. I spewed three or four shots of my cum directly into Lisa's cervix as she shook and moaned. She laid down on my chest as I cupped her bottom in my hands and slowly stroked her back as we came down from yet another glorious fuck. Maybe the best one of the night.
Act V, Yes, we are there yet!
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Finally, we got to Lisa's apartment. She had a couple of beers in her refrigerator and as she was getting them out, I got behind her, kissed the side of her neck and gently fondled her breasts. She turned her head, almost dropping the beers and returned the kiss. I started taking off her shirt and we slowly took each other's clothes off, stopping to kiss and fondle each other as the clothing piled up on the kitchen floor. It was late, but we spent the next few hours naked in each other's company just enjoying life. I'd like to say we continued fucking all night long, but this is a true story that actually happened just as told. We laughed and enjoyed each other's naked company. She showed me some of the paintings she had done that semester and they were good. We explored and examined each other's bodies, she turned on by my size and me turned on by her lack of size (most of my previous girlfriends had been in the 5'10" range). We played, stroked, tweaked, kissed and groped each other's private parts, unashamedly. We taught each other about what kind of kinks we had, what kind of things made us horny and little tricks to use to turn each other on. I learned that night how much I enjoyed having MY nipples kissed. We were like two innocent kids playing show and tell with each other.
Eventually, we got a few hours of sleep. We got up in the morning, took a shower together and she drove me to where my car was parked. I drove to straight to campus to teach a nine o'clock class wearing the same clothes as the night before and smelling faintly of sex and pussy despite the shower. I was tired, but I had a smile on my face that lasted all day long. And a sweet memory to last a lifetime.