[jiinx81]

She was tall, blonde, skinny and beautiful. Skinny with C Cups - odd but true. I had been working the grill for about a month - my first job. I had a new wife and a baby on the way, and I was 19 and terrified. She started working as a counter girl. She was 18, not pregnant, but had gotten married on an impulse to a guy she didn't love two weeks before she started working at the Golden Arches.

We flirted a little during her first two shifts, then after the second day I asked her if she would join me for a motorcycle ride. She did, and we drove about an hour into the country and stopped in a pretty, remote pine thicket. We reclined on the pine needles and told each other our histories and what was making us crazy at the time. I reached over and pulled her toward me, and she tipped her head up to be kissed. Kiss her I did - softly at first, then harder with lots of tongue.

I let my left hand wander across her right breast and she pressed her body into my hand. I unbuttoned her blue work top - kind of a tunic affair - and was delighted at the view of her lacy bra that gave a hint of the aureoles beneath. I clumsily pushed her bra up over her breasts, freeing her firm, gorgeous tits. She let me play with them as I wanted, but when I tried to slip my hand down her pants she stopped me and told me she had to get back.

She put it all away and we hopped back on my little bike and drove home. I thought she might be mad at me for trying to feel her crotch, but when I dropped her off she gave me a big, wet kiss and told me we should get together again soon.

Our next encounter happened when we were both on night shift. I had been promoted to night manager, and she followed me. The local bowling alley was having an all-night unlimited bowling event, and most of the night shift was going. After closing, we told the rest of the crew that we had to "run an errand" and that we would join them in a few minutes. We hopped into my Mustang Fastback and headed to a safe, private parking spot. This time there was no reserve - I stripped both of us naked, laid her back between the bucket seats, hopped on and had hot, noisy sex. She didn't cum, but I came enough for both of us.

Meanwhile, the girl that ran the french fry pit caught on to our new relationship. She let us know that we could trust her, but that others would catch on if we didn't stop looking at each other as though we were the only people in the civilized world. A few days later she walked in on us in the stockroom while I had a hand on each butt cheek and her legs were wrapped around my waist. We were clothed, but were in a very passionate kiss. She asked us to trust her - she would stand outside of the stockroom and keep everyone out, and would call out a code word if something happened that required my immediate attention, such as the owner showing up.

We accepted her offer, and spread some flattened empty boxes over the concrete floor. We quickly stripped, did some quick mutual oral, then got to the main event. This time I could tell that she was going to cum. Her eyes got VERY wide, she was panting through her wide open mouth, and started saying "NO-NO-NO-NO" and came in a trembling avalanche. That pushed me over the edge as well, and I also came with many, many powerful spasms.

Since we were on borrowed time, we hopped up and dressed. We walked out and thanked the french fry girl, who had a dazed look on her face. We later agreed that she must have been peeking, but we never knew for sure. I collected the boxes, including the top one that had a wet spot about 2 feet in diameter, and took them to the dumpster.

We repeated this event about ten times. We then moved to safer venues for our trysts, which are off topic for this thread. Eventually they will pop up under their appropriate topics. I have plenty to relate, since sex with her was among the best of my life.