It was the summer of 1979, and I was working as a line cook at a major seafood restaurant chain in Aurora, Colorado.
The heat was unbearable, the kitchen a sweltering inferno that made the outside seem like a cool breeze in comparison. But the company was even hotter, and it wasn't just the temperature that had me sweating.

Lisa, a blonde waitress with an hourglass figure, caught my eye from the moment she started working there. She was 5’7, 130 lbs of pure temptation, with an air of confidence that drove me wild. Her laughter was infectious, and her smile could light up the dreariest of days.

At 18, I was an inexperienced virgin, a fact that Lisa was blissfully unaware of. She was 24, with a reputation for being quite the vixen, and I was determined to change that status quo.
One sweltering evening, after a long shift that had left me drenched in sweat, Lisa suggested we all head to the Red Rocks Amphitheater to cool off. I eagerly agreed, hoping to spend more time with her. The drive was uneventful, but the anticipation of being near her had my heart racing. As we arrived at the scenic overlook, I made my way through the crowd until I stood behind Lisa.
The moon cast a soft glow on her sun-kissed skin, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to wrap my arms around her waist.
She leaned back into my embrace, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I could feel her warmth, smell her sweet perfume mixed with the faint scent of her shampoo. I gently kissed her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My hands began to wander, caressing her ample breasts through her thin blouse.

She let out a soft moan, encouraging me to continue my exploration. Others in our group started to take notice of our intimate moment, but I was too lost in the sensation of her to care. Feeling a bit embarrassed by the attention, we made our way back to the van.
As we drove off, Lisa turned to me, her eyes filled with desire. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, and whispered, “I had a great time tonight. Want to do something tomorrow night?” I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation. Lisa suggested we go to the drive-in movie theater, and I couldn’t wait to spend more time with her.

The next evening, I arrived at the drive-in in my 1972 Porsche 914, the targa top off to enjoy the warm summer breeze.
Lisa was waiting for me, dressed in a tight white tank top that left little to the imagination and short cut-off 501’s that hugged her curves perfectly. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

As we settled into our seats, the movie began to play, but neither of us was paying much attention to the screen. The anticipation of what might happen was too exciting.

About halfway through the film, Lisa started to undo my zipper, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in my pants.
I let out a sharp intake of breath as she pulled out my 7-inch cock, her hand wrapping around it with practiced ease. She leaned down, her blonde hair tickling my thighs as she took me into her mouth, swallowing me whole. The sensation was electric, and I could feel my body responding to her touch.

As Lisa worked her magic with her tongue, I slid my hand under her tank top, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple.
She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. I reached down with my other hand, my fingers finding her hot, wet pussy. I stroked her clit, feeling her writhe with pleasure.

It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar tightening in my balls. With a groan, I came, my hot cum filling Lisa’s mouth.
She swallowed every drop, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

We both sat back, catching our breath, when Lisa suddenly gasped, her body shuddering as she came on my fingers.
We called it a night after that, both of us eager to continue our exploration of each other’s bodies.

The next day, I had work but got off early and headed straight for Lisa's apartment. She greeted me at the door wearing a white cotton bodysuit that left little to the imagination. My cock stirred in my pants as I followed her onto the couch.
She undid my zipper, taking my hard cock in her hand and leading me to the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh afternoon sun. She slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, cupping her large, pert breasts and teasing her nipples. She reached down, undoing the clasp in the crotch, exposing her smooth pussy lips and stroking them gently, feeling her wetness. I couldn't help but stare, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of her.

By this time, both naked, we stood at the edge of the bed, my hard cock poised at the entrance of her hot, tight pussy.
I slid in, groaning at the sensation. We started slow, finding a rhythm, soon moving faster and harder, the bed creaking beneath us. She changed position, taking the cowgirl stance, facing me, putting her nipples in the perfect position for me to suck as she continued to thrust, riding me hard, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

The room filled with the sound of our moans and the slapping of our bodies together. It was primal, intense, and incredibly satisfying. Both came together, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. We collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, lying next to each other as I circled her nipple with my finger.

Suddenly, she gasped, convulsing again just from the touch. She looked at me in wide-eyed surprise. “That’s never happened before,” she said breathlessly. “Either someone taught you right or you’re a genius,” I couldn’t help but grin at the compliment.

She invited me on a picnic in the mountains the next day, and I eagerly agreed.

The next morning, I picked her up in the van and drove to a trail in the Rockies. The scenery was breathtaking, the fresh air invigorating. We hiked for a while, the physical exertion making us both glow with health and vitality. About halfway through, she turned to me with a sly smile. “I forgot something in the van,” she said. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

I waited a few minutes, starting to get worried. I headed back, calling for her, and found her in a clearing, lying on a blanket in a sundress, open and beckoning. The sight of her there, waiting for me, was almost too much to bear.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants, pulling out my already hard cock and sliding into her wet, groaning at the sensation. As I thrust it was looking busy in the parking area, thinking someone was watching, adding to the excitement. The thought of being caught, of someone seeing us, only heightened my arousal. I felt my orgasm building with each final thrust, coming and filling her with my hot seed.

We quickly got dressed and headed back on the trail, walking past a couple coming down. Their faces were flushed, and their eyes bright with the knowledge of what they had witnessed. We drove back to the city, turning to each other with playful smirks.

“You know,” I said, “we should do this again sometime. Maybe next time we’ll find a spot with a little more privacy.”
She grinned, already looking forward to our next adventure together. With a side glance, I knew this summer was going to be unforgettable.

The memories we were creating, the experiences we were sharing, were ones that would stay with me forever. And as I looked at Lisa, her hair blowing in the wind, her laughter filling the car, I knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.