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 Title: I Never Knew Her Name


Summary: He never learns his lovers name


Keywords: true,erotic,young,romance,first time





   I had just turned 16 when my father and uncle purchased several acres of
property high up in the Uinta Mountains close to where I lived.  Over the
course of a couple of years, they built a modest little "A" frame cabin on
that property.  My aunt and uncle hadn't as yet had any children.  Being an
only child myself, aside from constantly getting in the way, there was very
little I could do to help out aside from a few minor things they had me do.
Such as it was, I often spent a great deal of my free time whenever we'd
gone up to work on the cabin, exploring and venturing out in the
surrounding wilderness.  By the time I had turned 18, it was finished.

   One of the things I really did enjoy doing, was hiking over to a small
but beautiful lake located less than half a mile away.  I would often go
there during the day and go skinny-dipping, as it was fairly secluded.  It
was a rare occurrence to ever see anyone else, aside from an occasional
adventurous, early morning fisherman.

   One particular weekend, I'd helped with unpacking a few things, doing my
assigned chores before scrambling off towards the lake for an early
afternoon swim.

   As was usual, I followed the deer trail down towards the lake.  I'd
stumbled upon wildlife before while making my trek.  Because of that, I'd
learned to walk quietly, slowly as I approached, in hopes of running across
something.  I always enjoyed giving myself an opportunity to observe
without being noticed.  I had nearly reached the lake, as I began to make
my final decent down the side of the hill when I spotted someone sitting
alone, on the outcropping of rocks that jutted into the water.  There was a
natural shelf just beneath the water line that got very deep in a hurry. 
I'd often balanced myself on those rocks before diving in.  Curiously, I
approached, as my line of sight hadn't told me anything more than there was
someone sitting out on those rocks.  Creeping as stealthily as was
possible, I eventually made my way over to one of the last thick-trunked
trees that stood on the outer edge of the clearing, just before the lake
opened up before me.  What I saw took my breath away!

   I had never seen a real live nude woman before.  I mean, not really. 
I'd certainly seen my aunt once quite by accident, as well as my own mother
on rare occasion.  And though I had thought my aunt to have nice boobs, and
even my own mother for that matter, I never thought twice about either one
of them after that.  Well, not often anyway.  I had found one of my
father's men's magazines stuck beneath the cushion of his favorite chair.
And though that had served as my primary source of "jack-off" material, up
until this very moment I had never seen an actual naked female before. 
Even the girls I'd been dating I had barely gotten to first base with,
overly shy perhaps, but with a strict upbringing, all my activities had
been closely monitored.

   From my hiding place, I had a clear and unobstructed view of her, though
I silently chastised myself for not bringing along my father's binoculars.
Something I wouldn't be without again.  Sitting on the rock as she was, it
was hard to really see much of her except the soft flowing curves of her
nude body from the side.  She had long dark brown hair that fell to the
middle of her back.  I watched as she reached behind, twisting her hair
into a knot on top of her head.  As she did, I got the first really good
look at her breasts, once again, finding myself holding my breath.  What I
didn't know at the time, but would eventually learn, was that she was five
years older than I, a difference, which was like night and day back then.
Once her hair was all tucked away, I watched as she stood briefly,
performing a near flawless dive into the water.  She remained beneath the
surface for several long moments, and I took that opportunity to quickly
scour the area.  Almost immediately I spotted a bright red towel along with
a neatly folded pile of clothing sitting near by.  I neither saw nor heard
anyone else in the area, immediately relieved that she was by herself. 
Both frightened as well as aroused, the last thing I wanted was to have a
run in with a boy friend, husband, or worse...a father.

   I watched her for nearly twenty minutes as she swam, often floating on
her back allowing me brief, casual glimpses of those near perfect breasts,
along with a teasing peek at the occasional dark patch of hair between her
legs.  Again, I belittled myself for leaving behind the binoculars.  Taking
a quick glance back towards her pile of clothing, I realized if I carefully
made my way back up through the trees and down the other side of the hill,
I could place myself a lot closer to where she would eventually come out in
order to dress.

   Having done that, I made my way even closer to the spot by crawling on
my belly until I had sequestered myself inside a small ring of sage brush
that gave me perfect concealment while allowing me to fairly easily see her
towel and pile of clothing.  With my heart racing, beating a hundred miles
an hour, I waited patiently for her to emerge from the water.  A short time
later, she did.

   It was like watching a mirage.  As she stepped from the water, the
sunlight backlit her nude form as she gracefully made her way up the bank.
Holding my breath, desperately trying to calm my breathing, I lay
motionlessly watching her approach.  I fully expected to see her using the
towel to dry off with, followed by her dressing.  Both of which I eagerly
awaited with my only intent as to see her nude form more closely, however
brief it might be.  To my surprise however, she placed herself upon the
towel, intending to let the sun's warmth dry her instead.

   "Even better!" I thought silently.

   From my hidden vantage point, I was no more than ten or so yards away
from her.  As such, I knew even the slightest movement would alert her that
something, or someone was nearby.  Again, I grumbled silently realizing
that bent in the position that I was, it would soon become unbearable to
sustain for much longer.  I'd begun planning my escape, wondering how I
could safely and silently retreat when I saw one of her hands reach up,
cupping her breast.  All of a sudden, I wasn't as uncomfortable as I had
been.

   My brown haired beauty began to softly massage, caressing her breast.  I
watched as she gently teased her already stiffened nipple to an even
greater firmness.  Her breasts weren't certainly as large as those I had
seen in my father's magazines, but I found them to be the most beautiful
I'd ever seen, even if they weren't large.  Her caramel colored nipples
looked even more alluring, especially at this distance as it made them
easier to see, appreciate...and admire.

   "Hmmm."

   For a moment, I thought someone else had entered the clearing.  Holding
myself still, even more than I had been, I frantically allowed my eyes to
wander back and forth, searching for signs that someone else had arrived.
Then I heard it again, or rather heard her as she moaned, softly.

   "Hmmm, Ohhh".

   Looking back towards her, I now saw she had placed her other hand down
between her legs.  Whatever she was doing, must have felt good.  The
movement was subtle, hardly noticeable at all.  And had I been farther away
from her than I was, I'd have probably missed it altogether.  But I watched
as her hand slowly moved, heard her continued sigh's, moans, as she
continued to lie there touching herself.  As I did, I felt my own arousal
stiffening inside my pants.

   I might have been horribly naïve and inexperienced at my age, but I
knew just enough about sex to find it wondrously curious, particularly as
I'd never seen a woman masturbating before, let alone ever dream I'd
actually witness it.  Within the space of a single hours time, I had more
than tripled whatever limited experience and knowledge I had.  All of which
had me sorting out a myriad of emotions, questions, and feelings that I had
not as yet been prepared to deal with.

   I began hearing an almost hiccupped cry of pleasure, "uhh, uhh, uhh",
which grew louder and louder with each passing moment.  Whatever it was she
was feeling, must have felt incredibly good, as there was no other way to
describe the sounds she was making.  I'd watched her draw both knees up
spreading herself.  And though she was facing away from me so that I could
not see specifically what she was doing, I could see her hand furiously
working that spot between her legs with wild abandonment.

   "Oh?  Oh?  Ohhhh?" I lay, watching, listening as her self-pleasured
questioning told me that she was seeking some sort of relief.  In a sense,
I knew what that was of course, having done so myself countless times.  But
again, the thought of a "girl" doing so had for some reason escaped me. 
Fully prepared now for some sort of final climatic sweetness to occur, I
was still totally unprepared when it came.  And unfortunately, it startled
me, confirming my worst fears.

   When she screamed, I was sure it was because she'd somehow discovered I
was there.  Kneeling as I had been, I lost my balance, tumbling forward
through the brush making all kinds of noise as I did.

   "Who's there?" she yelled out immediately.

   No longer able to see her as I'd all but nose-dived into the ground, I
lay there motionless, fully expecting to hear her scrambling up to get
dressed.

   "I can see you," she said a little too calmly.  Even so, I remained as I
was.  "How long have you been spying on me?" she asked simply.

   As the so called "jig" was up, I stood, brushing off bits of broken sage
and dirt from myself, still too afraid to look her directly in the eye, but
expecting a well deserved tongue-lashing that never came.  Even more
bizarre, she hadn't made any effort to cover her nakedness except for
rolling over onto her stomach.

   "Well?"

   Still unable to look her directly in the eye, I continued staring at the
ground as I answered.  "I just got here," I said lying to her nervously.

   "Look at me," she demanded.

   For the first time I gazed into those cobalt blue eyes, feeling when I
did that I would surely turn to stone as her look held me in place.

   "So what are you doing here anyway?"

   "Nothing, I was just coming down to the lake to have a swim," I finally
said honestly.

   "Where'd you come from?" she asked again still taking no measure to more
fully cover herself.

   The fact she obviously wasn't going to kill me calmed me somewhat as I
answered.  "My folks are building a cabin about a half mile away from
here." She seemed to accept that answer as truth at least, and then
surprised me as she rolled over sitting up, though she did draw her knees
towards her chest effectively concealing herself from my prying gaze.

   For long moments she sat in silence as I stood nervously swaying back
and forth.  I wondered briefly if I'd been summarily "dismissed", thinking
perhaps that I should quietly move off.

   "My family owns a cabin near here too.  Or rather, used to own one. 
They just sold it.  This is our last weekend here.  My father recently got
a promotion where he works so we're moving away."

   "I'm sorry." It was all I could think of to say, still pondering whether
to stay or to go.

   "Sit down, you're making me nervous."

   I found a nearby boulder and sat down.  Unable to take my eyes off her,
I tried not to stare, but it was virtually impossible.  The smooth,
somewhat hidden slopes of her breasts peeked invitingly around her drawn up
knees.  Had I of positioned myself in front of her, I would have been
stealing glances at something else too.

   "So, do you have a girlfriend?"

   I don't know why her question surprised me.  It certainly wasn't
something I expected to hear from her.  Perhaps the fact that I didn't at
the time was a little embarrassing for some reason. .

   "No.  Not at the moment," I said truthfully.  "You?"

   She laughed, "A girlfriend?  Sure, have several of them.  None of which
I'm very close to however."

   I felt my face blush.  Catching her joke as well as the obvious way
she'd evaded my own question, I decided not to push it.  If she'd wanted to
answer the question, I figured she would have without sidestepping the
obvious.  A second later we locked eyes again.  As we did, she stretched
out her legs revealing her marvelous breasts fully to me.  This time I did
stare, uncaring if I was.  Figuring as she stretched, exposing those
glorious twin beauties that she didn't mind my looking.  And under the
circumstances, I wasn't about to pass up any opportunity to do so either. I
heard her laugh, though I didn't look immediately into her eyes this time,
still gazing at those rock hard swollen nipples.

   "You must be a breast man," she said teasingly.  "And obviously one
who's not afraid to admit, or appreciate a nice pair of breasts on a
woman."

   This time I did look at her face, smiling at her, catching her smile in
return.  I nodded my head trying not to leer, feeling a bit giddy and
sensing my arousal growing by the second.

   "You have beautiful tits," I said.  "Breasts!  Breasts!" I thought a
second later.  "I should have said breasts, not tits!" I worried
momentarily that she would take offense at the comment.  Tits were more of
a guy's word, not a woman's, particularly since she'd been very careful
about using the word herself.  Her soft chuckle at my use of the word
way-laid any fears however.

   "Such a delightfully naughty word.  Tits.  Titties, knockers, boobs. 
Though I do tend to use the word 'boobs' more often than not myself."

   This time I laughed, more at ease than I had been, appreciating hers
with my eyes.  "Well, whatever you prefer to call them, they really are
pretty."

   I saw her eyebrows lift in curious acknowledgement.  Simultaneously she
placed both hands beneath her "breasts", lifting them up as though to
better frame them against her chest.

   "Not too saggy?" As she cupped them, readjusting their position trying
on a different 'look', in asking me.

   "Not hardly.  They really are the most beautiful I've ever seen." Which
of course was neither a lie nor the best compliment I could have given her
either.  But of course, she didn't know that.  Once again long moments
passed in silence though she continued to rearrange her "breasts", I
thought silently.  Almost playing with them after a fashion, I felt my
prick lurch inside my jeans in almost reverent acknowledgement of that
fact.

   "Would you like to fuck me?"

   That one did take me by surprise, and I actually lost my balance, almost
falling off the rock I was sitting on.

   "I'm sorry.  Maybe I should have said, would you like to have sex with
me instead?  Though I do prefer saying, 'make love', though you certainly
don't love me, so that seemed even sillier to me to have stated." She was
rambling, nervously perhaps.  But the fact was, she'd asked me point blank
if I wanted to "do her" as I thought the words.

   "You serious?  Here?  Now?"

   She looked away, once again drawing her knees back towards her chest. 
"Can't think of a nicer way to say good-bye to this place," she stated more
quietly to herself than to me.  "Unless you're really not interested," she
added considerably louder.

   "Ah sure," I responded, looking about nervously.  Confident that we were
alone, I was still nevertheless unsure of myself, being a virgin and all,
and knowing that the truth of that was apt to manifest itself shortly.

   "I'm fairly certain you're still a virgin," she said reading my mind. 
"So don't worry if you are, I'll teach you.  Unless of course, you're
saving it for someone special, or for marriage, or for some other reason
perhaps."

   I chose silence as my answer, neither confirming nor denying that fact.
I half hoped that my initial fumblings would be taken for simple
nervousness, natural instinct kicking in when I would need it the most.  I
had certainly been aroused, my stiff prick reminding me of that fact.  But
now that the moment was actually staring me in the face, I felt myself
suddenly shying up, 'withering on the vine' as it were.

   Spreading a second towel out on the ground next to the one she was
sitting on, we suddenly had a much larger area to "do it" together, I
considered.

   "Well?  You interested or not?"

   It was my personal moment of truth.  I was interested, yes.  More than.
And though my cock had certainly expressed an interest earlier, it was now
behaving quite badly, and most unexpectedly as I felt myself shrinking up
into a withdrawn panic of sorts.  What I wanted to do was scream, pummel my
crotch as though to awaken the beast that lived within.  Perhaps she read
my mind, or saw the fear etched deep within my eyes.  Though I was shaking
my head yes even though unable to speak.

   Her smile was one of understanding.  Amazing what she knew, or could
tell in a simple look.  "Maybe she really could read my thoughts", I
wondered briefly.

   "Maybe this will help," she offered.  Spinning around on the beach
towels, she positioned herself facing me directly this time.  Lying down,
she no longer made me feel self-conscious with her gaze, making herself
even more vulnerable to me.  Transfixed, I watched as she spread her legs,
drawing her knees up once again, though spread as they were, offering me a
view of her sex that I'd only previously dreamed of ever seeing.  Even more
wonderfully, she reached down with one hand and began caressing herself.

   "That help?" Now teasing, stroking, petting herself softly, slowly
unabashedly before me.

   Truth was, it did.  Where I had turned nervously turtle, I was now
rock-hard ready.  In one way, it was nice feeling the pressure of
confinement against my Levi's.  In the other, I was now straining for
release.

   "You going to just stand there with a hard on?  Or are you finally going
to get naked for me?"

   Now she was looking, having sat up slightly, resting herself on one
elbow, though she continued to slowly insert a finger inside her pussy.  I
watched as she slipped that juicy finger inside her mouth, licking it
clean. That did it.  Like a mad man possessed, I began scrambling out of my
clothing.  Once undressed, I stood towering over her like King Kong,
feeling a little like that in fact as I gazed down at my deliciously naked
Fey Ray.  She giggled, and I felt a little more like Cheetah instead. 
Subconsciously I positioned my hand over my erection as though it would
actually hide my arousal.

   "I wasn't laughing at you," she said seriously.  "I was laughing because
this is so un-like me, and I feel wonderful because of it."

   Once again in my more Kong-like state, I knelt down beside her on the
beach towel.  Uncertain as to what to do next, I reached out placing my
hand upon her breast, though I did nothing to it, or with it even as her
heated flesh filled my hand.

   "It's ok, you can touch me.  I won't break."

   Truth was, I wasn't sure what to do next, so I placed my other hand on
her neglected breast.  Now all I needed was a pair of headphones and I
could play radio operator.

   "Listen, why don't you lie down?  Let me start things off here." More
than happy to oblige her, though I felt remorse at actually having to take
my hands off those luscious breasts, I placed myself next to her on the
ground.  In the next instant, she had positioned herself over me.  I had no
idea what to expect.  I assumed she would merely climb on top of me and
we'd be off to the races.  At least that's how I envisioned it.  What I
hadn't expected or planned on, was the soft sweet sucking of her mouth as
she placed it around my shaft.  As such, I jumped, nearly throwing her off.

   "What?  Your girlfriend never do this for you?"

   I didn't have time to even answer her before she slid that succulent
mouth of hers over my shaft once again.  This time the resulting tingle of
that sweet ecstasy didn't shock me.  But I also knew that it felt better
than anything I had ever done to myself.  And I also knew that this was
going to set a new worlds record for me in the fastest climax I'd ever
experienced.

   "Wait!  Wait!" I bellowed.  But she was a lot smarter than I was, fully
aware of what was about to happen...and why.  I felt the first explosion
tear through the root of my cock.  I was still yelling, in warning actually
as she began milking my prick with her hand, coaxing out each and every
drop of my climax as she easily swallowed everything I had to give her and
more.  I was honestly afraid to look at her, even as my toes finally
unfolded from the twisted knots I had placed them in.  When I did, she was
smiling, grinning wickedly actually.  And I watched as she licked her lips
from a tiny residue of cream that had somehow escaped the onslaught of that
ravenous mouth of hers.

   "Just as I thought," she stated simply.  "You really are a virgin aren't
you?"

   I tried desperately to think of something clever to say.  "Never said I
wasn't." If I had a third foot, I'd have used it to kick my ass with.  Not
only did it sound lame, it sounded like it had come from a 15 year old kid.
And one in which I now suddenly felt like.  To my surprise, she took my
still semi-erect cock in hand and began coaxing it back to life.

   "Even more of a special going away present then," she said stroking my
semi-flaccid prick.  "And since you really are a virgin, I'm going to teach
you how to truly satisfy a woman.  So whenever you do have sex again,
you're going to surprise the hell out of her!" With that, and with the
hardness I was once again sporting, I felt as she introduced the head of my
penis against that silky-soft opening of her sex, prepared for everything,
and totally unprepared for what I next felt.

   "It's a good thing you just came," she began.  "Because three or four of
these, and you would be again."

   "These what?" I asked myself.  But she answered my question.  I felt her
satin glove caress my penis in what I could only describe as indescribable.
I had absolutely nothing to compare it with.  Not even a glad-bag full of
whipping cream that I'd once used to masturbate with felt this good.  And
she was right too.  She'd barely lifted herself up from that first slow
tantalizing fuck which had so gloriously stolen my male virginity, when I
felt the second, equally prick-pleasuring thrust of that pussy descending
down the length of my shaft.  I couldn't believe what I was feeling,
experiencing.  I had just emptied what must have been a gallon or so of my
sperm down her throat, and I swore I was already teetering on the edge of
doing so again.

   "Feel good?" she had to ask.  Though I'm sure by the look on my face she
knew I was already struggling with the loss of control I was valiantly
trying to over come.  "Don't worry, if you do come too quickly again,
there's something else I'll teach you to do until you're ready again."

   I was about to ask her what that was when she slid down my prick for the
third time.  Surprisingly, I didn't come, but I felt like another half
dozen or so of those moves, and I would for sure.

   "I'm so horny...so wet."

   Just hearing her admit that, say it in so many words nearly did me in. I
mean guys talked dirty, nasty all the time.  But hearing a woman saying
something like that, especially in that lust-sexy tone of voice she was
using was every man's dream.  Or at least mine anyway.

   "You like the way my pussy feels as I fuck you?"

   Six more dirty-talk fuck strokes, and I really would come.  I struggled
to answer her, feeling if I did that I'd loose at least half those in my
ability to try and concentrate on two things at once.

   "Oh fuck yes," I actually managed, letting my inhibitions go, feeling
the lust of my emotions taking over.  And, I was wrong.  One more, full
prick enveloping thrust and I was busting yet another nut full of cum-cream
inside that heavenly orifice.

   Even as I continued spewing my cream inside her, she went wild on me. 
Like riding a bucking bronco, I felt her body twisting, slipping, and
sliding atop me for all she was worth.  With my orgasm already well
underway, she was bound and determined to reach hers right alone with me.
And at this point, though I hadn't been keeping score exactly, I was still
one up on her.  Even when I had poured out the last fluid ounce of whatever
I had left deep inside her, I remained hard.  Though perhaps not as
"rock-hard" as I had been, hard enough that she easily pussy-bated herself
against me until she was moaning and groaning even more loudly than when I
had stumbled on to her masturbating.

   "Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!  OH...YEAH!" she screamed.  I felt her pussy
contract, tighten, release, and then contract again.  Over and over I felt
her doing this to my prick as her orgasm bathed her in wave after wave of
pleasure.  And though I had experienced perhaps the best, if not second
best orgasm of my life within mere minutes of one another, I felt an inner,
almost prideful pleasure in the fact that she had had one too.  That she
had accomplished doing so while fucking me, something once again for the
record books.

   Collapsing against me, all I could do was wrap my arms around her,
drawing her even closer.  The sound of her still quick breaths was
exciting. The feel of her heart pounding, though maybe it was mine, matched
the tempo of her gradually diminishing excitement as we lay there,
exploring one another with fingertips, as well as unspoken thoughts. 
Finally, when I could speak, I did.  "You know...I don't even know your
name!  Mines..."

   She placed her fingers against my lips effectively cutting off the words
before I could speak them.  "No...don't tell me.  I don't want to know. 
And honestly, it will be better for each of us if we never do know."

   I wanted to say something however, and maybe she was right, I knew with
some certainty that I would never see her again of course.  But no one
would ever believe me if in fact I ever told this story to any of my
friends.

   "You said something about showing me how to do something else," I
wondered aloud giving up on ever knowing her name.

   Raising herself up, she dangled those twin spheres of perfection over my
face.  "Tell you what, if you do that for me, and listen as I tell you what
to do and how to do it, I promise you I'll give you the best fucking
blow-job you'll ever have.  And I mean that sincerely!  One in which you'll
never adequately be able to tell your friends either!" Once again, I swore
she was a mind reader.

   "What do I do first?" I asked innocently.

   "Well first...suck my tits for a little while.  I enjoy that.  And you
haven't paid all that much attention to them yet anyway," she admonished
me. As titty-heaven was but a mere few inches away from my face, I felt the
rapture engulf me as I ascended towards that marvelous place.

   I did indeed enjoy each of those identical, almost magical globes.  For
in some ways, they were magic as they reawakened my softened penis in the
quickest amount of time I'd yet experienced.  By the time I had comfortably
positioned myself between her legs and had been given my first lesson in
cunnilgual delight, I had swollen to such a state that I feared burrowing
myself into the ground.

   She had taught me what and where her clit was.  First lesson.  Licking,
and flicking it with the tip of my tongue was the second.  "Oh yes,
faster...a little faster, and harder now," she instructed.  I was a good
student.  I listened, learned, and obeyed her every command, every bit of
advice.  And marveled in the way her pussy tasted, smelled, and liquefied
on the tip of my tongue as I danced in and around the precious folds of
that satiny split.  When she came, it was the sweetest, most erotic music I
had ever heard.  Her high-pitched squeal of delight was so totally
unexpected.  Followed by peels of unbridled laughter, which I truly hadn't
expected.  I knew by the sound and the ecstasy of the sound, it wasn't
anything but a joyous release of pleasure that simply exploded from her
soul.

   "Oh my," she spoke long moments afterwards.  "For someone who's just
done that for the first time, well...simply put, you're a natural.  And
you're going to have the women fawning all over you when they find out how
good you are at doing that."

   Ok.  Maybe she was just stroking my ego a little.  But it worked.  I was
smiling like a Cheshire cat.  Though the thought of pleasing a woman, truly
pleasing one and having her say anything even remotely similar was a stroke
almost as nice as the one she was now giving my reawakened prick.

   "Now.  About that blow-job I promised you." She was right about that one
too.  Years later as I reflected upon it, I never remembered ever receiving
one quite as intense, or as enthusiastically given as that one had been.  I
remember her as she lay briefly by my side.  Remembered the softness of her
skin, the delicate touch of her hand as she lay caressing me, drawing faint
tracings against my super-sensitized skin with her fingers.  And I
remembered waking sometime later, finding her gone.

   #

   Over the years we visited that cabin often.  Eventually, as my aunt and
uncle never did have children of their own, they sold the place to my
parents, where I in turn inherited it.  And like my family before me, I
married, had a family of my own and frequently brought them to the place of
my fondest childhood memories.  Especially one.

   As the years continued to pass, my children now raised with families of
their own, I considered selling the old cabin.  Especially since my wife
and I had recently divorced.  Though I still enjoyed spending time, even
alone at the cabin, my heart simply wasn't in keeping up the old place any
more.  Perhaps it really was time to sell.  As I pondered that decision, I
found myself following an old well-worn deer trail down to the lake.  I
remembered that particular day, remembered spotting someone sitting naked
out on an outcropping of rock.  As I approached, I realized I wasn't
dreaming, wasn't fantasizing these very thoughts as someone was there. 
Though unfortunately, they weren't naked this time as I could see by the
brightly colored clothing, whoever it was standing there was obviously
wearing.  Even so, those old feelings of stealthily approaching that same
spot triggered a vast array of nearly forgotten memories.  I found myself
approaching as that same 18-year-old kid some 35 years ago.  But unlike
that kid, I stepped into the clearing, visibly announcing myself, not
wishing nor wanting to frighten away the mature looking woman who quite
gracefully balanced upon the very rock I had once seen a vision of
loveliness doing the same thing.  As I approached, she turned looking up
towards me, shielding her eyes with her hand from the sun as I walked
towards her.

   "Hope I didn't startle you," I offered.  "Even after all these years,
not many people ever venture up here.  Some years back someone bought up
most of the property around the lake to keep it from ever being developed
and turned into some sort of lakeside resort I guess.  Probably owe whoever
did that a vote of thanks actually."

   Close enough now that the glare didn't bother her eyes, she lowered her
hand.  There was something vaguely familiar in that face.  She smiled.  My
heart stopped.

   "I know.  My parents once owned a cabin not too far from here.  Sold it
to the guy that eventually bought up all that land to keep it pristine,
natural.  I swore one day I'd come back and buy it back from him.  And I
did."

   I continued to stare at her.  Not sure of what to say, or even if I
should.  "By the way, my names...."

   "No!  Please, don't tell me.  Maybe afterwards," she added.

   "Afterwards?"

   Holding out her hand, I took it and guided her safely back off the
slippery rocks to the edge of the beach.  Still holding it, she led me to
the exact place where we had once lay together.

   "Sorry I didn't bring any beach towels with me this time.  But perhaps
if we spread out our clothing a little, it won't be so bad." I watched in
stunned silence as she began to remove her clothing, revealing those still
marvelous, though very mature looking breasts.

   "You going to just stand there with a hard on?  Or are you finally going
to get naked for me?" Hearing the exact same words she'd spoken to me
nearly forty some years ago made me feel like a nervous virgin all over
again.

   "You remember?  You know who I am?" I asked.

   "I've always remembered you." She spoke with that same smile I'd seen
over and over in my mind.  "I just never knew your name."

   And we finally did introduce ourselves to one another.  Later, much,
much later.



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