My name is Allie.
It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had worked in a summer camp outside Portland , Maine ever since I was in High School. Today, I had worked alongside my summer buddy Rodger Briggs, preparing for the campers arrival tomorrow. Rodger had been a counselor in the camp for about as long as I had been. After work we were shooting pool enjoying a beer in a local pub. I was a big city guy, Rodger was local. He was the same age as I, but much larger. I’m 5’11” and 195 lbs. He goes 6’5” and about 240 lbs. Our plan was to relax, grab a burger, and then head back to camp and turn in early. Rodger was shooting hot pool. He had a run of 5 or 6 balls in a row. I was gazing around the room. I couldn’t help but notice when this woman entered the pub. She was different. She was very natural looking. She had her curly hair in a pony tail. She wore no make up. She didn’t need any. She had the build and confidence of a superior athlete. She stood inside the doorway looking around for someone. Then she headed straight for me. Or so it seemed. It was Rodger she embraced and lifted of the floor. Rodger introduced me to his older sister Maggie. Maggie called to play the winner. He ran the rest of the table and Maggie racked up to play him next. I was glad to sit one out because she was so fascinating. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Maggie was a little taller then I was. Her square shoulders held her large breasts erect and displayed them proudly. This was accentuated by a trim waistline. Although she was large, she was built proportionately. Her hands were large too. She wore no nail polish and no jewelry. She wasn’t the least bit masculine in any way, just a big girl. A big, natural girl, with a big, beautiful smile. The three of us sat to eat and chatted amiably. I was quite conscious of being smitten with Maggie. I was trying not to have it show. However, I think she had me out of my “cool” groove. I lost track of the conversation. I was visualizing what her feet looked like. I wanted to see her ass and examine it. Were her nipples also oversized? What about her pussy? How pronounced was her Venus mound? How large were her labia? Was her pussy tight? Her mouth and lips were large, as were her teeth. I wondered how much she liked to suck cock. I was imagining and wondering if she really got into it. Maggie was as natural inside as she was on the outside. I mean there wasn’t anything “put on” about her. She spoke well. Direct and clear, without crossing the line into being brutally frank. I liked her a lot. She always had an honest smile on her face. I was wondering if she only went out with men taller then she was. If that was so, she would have a hard time matching up. Then I wondered how I would feel if I were escorting her out. I mean, if we walked into a place like this together and everyone saw us thinking; look, that babe is bigger then the guy. Would that bother me? I couldn’t decide, but I knew I’d be proud to be seen with her. I judged her to be 30 or 31 years old. I was wondering if she could possibly find any interest in me. When the check came, Rodger grabbed and said, “Let’s go Allie, big day tomorrow.” Before I could answer, Maggie said, “Stay and shoot a couple of racks with me Allie, I’ll drive you to camp.” I looked at Rodger. He said, “I’m cool with that.” Then he turned and left. Maggie stood up. I left the tip. As Maggie leaned over the table racking the balls, I got a good look at her cleavage. There was honesty there too. Those twin sisters were C cups, and they both wanted to hang free. We had our first laugh together, because, when I tried breaking the racked balls, I scratched. In two turns, she got to the eight ball and sank it. We didn’t have a bet, but I went to the bar for 2 cold ones. Handing her a bottle, Maggie quipped, “Let this be my last one, other wise, I’ll want to move on to arm wrestling,” I shot right back, “let’s have two more and just wrestle.” That wasn’t exactly a ha-ha-ha, but it earned me a sincere smile and her eyes gave me the once over. We split the next two games, finished our beer and went to her car. She started the car, looked over at me and said, “Well handsome, what do want to do now?” I thought: This woman is straight forward. I’m going that route. I looked her in the eyes and answered. “I like you very much. I couldn’t help but notice your honesty. You’re honest in your appearance and in your manner. So, I’m going to be honest with you, knowing it will appeal to you. What I would like to do now is to go home with you and get to know you more intimately.” My thinking was that even though it was very early in a new relationship to be going for a home run, if I swung and missed (on his sister) it might become something between me and Rodger. On the other hand, if I connect, well Maggie wasn’t a home run. She was a grand slam. She didn’t take a second to think about it. She replied, “Well, don’t think I’m that easy, because I’m not. Quite the contrary, but I did like you from the moment we met. Rodger always spoke highly of you. I know you’ll be busy all summer, so I’m going to go for it, just as you are. Its home we go.” We smiled at each other. I winked at her and said, “I’m very happy.” She smiled again and gave me back an exaggerated wink. The sign in front of the garden apartments said, “ Portland Heights .” It was a one bedroom unit up a flight of stairs. Maggie unlocked the door, entered first, turned to me with her arms opened and said, “I’ve been wondering what kind of kisser you are. Kiss me and let me find out.” I stepped into her embrace. My arms circled her waist. I raised one hand to her shoulder blade. I pressed her body against mine, and she drew my face toward hers, with her arms around my neck. I had to tip my face upwards a bit for our lips to meet. I never liked kisses that felt as if someone was eating your face off. I like kisses that are sweet and gentle. I like kisses that express your feelings rather then your lust. Her lips were parted ever so slightly. Her lips were soft and plush. Her mouth was feminine and inviting. Her large lips were sweet and naturally pink. My hand moved from her shoulder blade up to the back of Maggie’s neck. I liked the silky smooth feel of her skin. Her body stirred at my touch and she let out a tiny moan. I knew this was an expressive and responsive woman. Her movement caused her breasts to move against my chest. Again, the words soft and plush came to my mind. I became aware of a reaction within me that I never experienced before. My eyeballs were hot. Is that crazy? Well, everything else was getting hot. Maybe I just noticed it in my eyeballs because it was so unusual. Maggie broke the embrace to free her pony tail. She shook her hair loose and it cascaded to her shoulders. In spite of being over 6 feet tall, she was really very feminine. When she stepped to me again, I took her face in my hands. I kissed both of her cheeks and brushed my lips side to side across her mouth. She liked the tenderness. We were equals in out appreciation of sensitivity. I whispered to her, “As gently as the snow falls.” “What’s that,” she asked. “What are you saying about snowfall?” I replied, “I would like to cover every inch of your body with sweet little kisses, each one as gentle as the snow falls.” That earned me a genuine smile and a kiss on the forehead. My hands moved to caress the outer sides of her breasts. She moved them so my palms were in direct contact with her nipples. I made little circles and I could feel the nipples respond with firmness. She put one arm around my waist, the other around my neck. She was holding me for a kiss, the way a man holds a woman. She kissed me firmly and her tongue entered my mouth for a little exploration. Softly I sucked on it like it was a little cock. Maggie said, “I love it when snow falls on me. You cover me with snow, then, I’ll build you a snowman.” She laughed loudly at her joke. I’m still not sure what she meant, but I laughed with her as she pulled me toward the bedroom. She unbuttoned and took off her blouse. I unbuttoned and took off my shirt. Maggie reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it fell to the floor I let out an audible gasp. Her breasts were sensational. Firm without a hint of sagging and her nipples must have been 3 inches across. She smirked and said, “I presume you approve?” “Oh yes, baby. You are a ten.” I stepped towards her rubbing my palms together. I didn’t want to touch her with cold hands. Gently I gathered her into my arms. My chest felt those luscious breasts. My lips found her luscious lips. Our kisses gave promise to a fantastic episode of top notch sex. We parted to remove our jeans. Mine came off first and I stood in my low rise jockey shorts which where struggling to contain an erect cock. I looked to her and she was bent over freeing the tightly tapered legs of her jeans from over her heels. When she straightened up I had to gasp again. She was wearing pink bikini panties with red rose embroidery. I guess my jaw dropped a bit. Maggie’s eyebrows went up as she awaited my response. The black curly hair on her head repeated itself inside her panties and climbed out and upward. Forming an inverted “V.” The curly growth came to a point at her navel and then traveled in a thin straight line about 3 inches north. A similar pattern of hair growth extended 3 or 4 inches down each thigh. I was surprised by this, although I shouldn’t have been. Everything else about her was true and natural. Searching for the right words, eventually I found them. “Your beauty is breathtaking Maggie. You are a specimen of female beauty. I am taken by your naturalness. I find you sensuous and arousing. You are by far the sexiest woman I ever saw.” I was speaking the truth. Her smile told me she was pleased with my words. As I smiled back, I was thinking she was built like Wonder Woman, or maybe Zeena, Queen of the Jungle. However, it’s not hard to imagine another man having an opposite reaction. I said, “May I please remove your panties?” She replied, “If I can remove yours.” I slipped my fingers into the top of her panties.
