Posted on Saturday 24 November 2007
Amazing young hottie slowly strips off her clothes
I guess you call it blossoming.
I guess you could call it blossoming a time in life I doubt anyone will forget. Mine came on the cusp of nineteen and as in the Stevie Nicks song it came by the hand of an older woman. Not that much older mind you she was a college student from Vanderbilt University perhaps four or five years older. But at eighteen within a week of nineteen those were four or five significant years.
Appropriately it was spring Spring Break 1972 in fact. I had left the small town of Columbus Mississippi with my two best friends headed for the beaches of Florida. Beyond that general destination we had no idea where we were headed we just drove into Alabama turned right and headed south.
Fortunately Florida had already finished their Spring Break for the year and back in the early seventies Spring Break was not the madhouse it is these days. After several hours of driving we crossed into Florida and followed a straight line to the closest beach we could find: Pensacola Island.
Without motel reservations with only a limited amount of money and a car load of luggage food and stuff we immediately prioritized. They rent motorcycles here! Well after several harrowing hours nearly killing ourselves we then decided to look for a motel. As it turned out the first place we stopped had a room at a reasonable rate. What made us choose that particular motel eludes me now but whatever the reason you’ll never convince me that fate didn’t nudge us along a bit.
After check-in we headed for the nearest shop along the beach. As a trio the three of us were at least in our minds an interesting bunch. Joe was the looker. He had dark hair long but perfectly groomed. He was the one in constant search of a comb and mirror. He was tall and relatively thin with I guess you could call it delicate features. To the girls he apparently was an Adonis. Of course Joe knew this and exuded a confidence with the girls that always baffled me.
Mike the comedian didn’t worry much about his hair but he was one of those guys who looked good in anything they wore. So with the slightly frazzled hair and sharp looking cutoffs and shirt he also attracted the girls. While not overly confident with them like Joe was Mike was comfortable and with his non-stop jokes he seemed always at ease in any company.
I was the quiet smart one. Although I played football I never was comfortable with the jock image preferring a less obtrusive look. (Continue reading…)
