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I didn't write this story, and don't know who did, but it's one of those
(at least for me) that doesn't get old even after reading it several
times. Hope you enjoy :) - Mel


Several years ago, I held a summer job at an amusement park.  I was a
local college student home for the off-season, and lived near the park. 
In addition to many "townies" like myself, the park also employed a great
number of college students from all over the region, who would come to the
park for the summer, stay in specially provided on-site housing (read
"dorms") and worked like hell all summer for minimum wage plus a dollar.
This was the case with Jane.

Jane was a second year employee at the park.  She was about 5' 6" and
built very nicely.  An attractive blonde, she had a very pretty face -
slightly rounded, with a great smile.  She was very easy to get along
with, and she had been very helpful in "showing me the ropes" of the job. 
Unlike many amusement park jobs, this one involved some brainpower - she
was bright, and very friendly.

Unlike many of the alleged protagonists of similar stories, I am no
exceptional physical specimen myself.  I am tall - about 6' 3" and change,
dark haired, and large fairly athletic build.  I was a high school
football tight end, and have been able to keep fairly well in shape in the
numerous years since then.  I have never had the "looks" to attract women
by the hordes (like several of my close friends) but I have always been
able to get along well with my presentable appearance, my intellect, and
my fairly quick sense of humor.  Finding women hasn't really been a
problem for me - they usually find me.

Anyway, the summer was coming to a close at the park.  A good sense of
camaraderie had fallen over the office where we worked.  Among the forty
or so employees in our unit, most were college-age students, and we had
learned the job together.  We all had to work a lot of late nights, so the
informal work environment spurred a lot of friendships We used to spend a
lot of time listening to the radio until the wee hours in the morning. 

One night in early August, I was working with Jane and a couple others on
the graveyard shift.  We were listening to the radio and heard the nightly
trivia question - something about Richard Pryor's autobiographical movie. 
Jane and I both guessed it at the same time - "JoJo Dancer, Your Life is
Calling." (Dont mess with me at Trivial Pursuit!)  Jane punched the dial
on her phone, and sure enough she was the random caller selected to win
the prize of two tickets to that weekend's Jimmy Buffett concert.  She
half-jokingly told me that we'd go together, since we'd come up with the
answer together.  Later that night, on our way to our cars, she let me
know that she would like to go with me to the concert.  I told her that I
would, and it was a "date."

Well, as a typical guy, I had a couple of days to contemplate the
possibilities.  You know, now that I started thinking about it, Jane
wasn't a bad looking woman after all.  She was two or three years older
than I, and had a strange combination of "playful" and "mature" look about
her.  And, as I began to take a little closer inventory (by the typical
male perspective of grabbing a peek at her backside when she walks by...)
I realized that I had a "live one" on the hook.  Jane was about as good a
find as I could hope to land.

On Saturday night, I drove over to Jane's apartment near the park.  We
chatted there for awhile, talked with her roommate (a rather attractive
looking Asian woman named Mia) and decided that we'd take Jane's car to
the concert- about an hour away.  We got on our way, leaving some time to
show up and get seated in the lawn well before the show started.  We
arrived with plenty of time, got our space, laid out a blanket, and celved
into the "snacks" Jane had prepared.  Well, to my mild surprise, she had
whipped up a batch of margaritas - almost a gallon, complete with rock
salt!!  We feasted on margaritas, munchies, and more margaritas, and
relaxed under the warm summer night.
As the evening went on and the show started, I became increasingly
entranced with Jane's hair - it seemed almost radiant.  Jane was a
beautiful young woman, and through some act of fate I was here - with her
- on such a beautiful night.

As Jimmy and the Coral Reefer Band closed out their second set, Jane and I
seemd to hit a "zone."  We were up and dancing to "Changes in Latitude"
and having a great time of it - she had let her hair down completely, and
was frolicking in her blue-green summer dress with the last of our
margarita supply in hand.  I had taken leave of my usually reserved self,
and was every bit as animated.  At the end of the song, we collapsed onto
our blanket, and before I realized what was happening, Jane was on top of
me - her lips on mine, her hands holding my head by the sides.  She kissed
me powerfully, the zeal coming from some combination of passion unknown
and margaritas since downed.  Regardless of the source, I was more than
happy to oblige her hungry mouth.  She took my response twofold, and
forced her mouth around my open lips, stunning me with her almost selfish
persistence.  At last, she let me go, rolled off of me, and took a deep
breath.

"Michael," she said, "I've been wanting to do that for the longest time."
"Really?" I replied, stunned.
"Really.  Thanks for coming tonight."
"My pleasure," I assured her.  I couldn't have been more honest.  Men tend
to have these thoughts about women- how they might be harboring sexual
inclinations toward us that same way we have for them.  I had allowed
myself to think this about Jane, even.  But I am too cynical (skeptical?
pessimistic?) to have believed that it was true.

We proceeded to rest awhile - it seemd like half an hour to me, and wait
out the band as they played the beginnings of their obligatory "encore." 
Jane and I were sitting together, now much more closely, and enjoying the
tunes.  After a while, I placed my hand on the back of her neck, and
firmly rolled by fingertips over her shoulder.  Predictably, her muscles
melted under the touch, and she collapsed into my arm and body.  I rolled
back onto the blanket, and pulled her over to me.  We embraced and kissed
again, this time with my lead.  I kissed her on the lips and neck, all the
time holding her by the shoulders and neck.  She purred to me, "I was
hoping that you would do something like this..." providing me just the
right encouragement.  I slid one hand down her back, noticing the
delicious curve of her back arching toward her voluptuous bottom.  Jane
had some very dangerous curves - not always easy to tell when she wore the
amusement park uniform (a very unisex tan pants/blue shirt ensemble), but
bery apparent to me now.  I maneuvered her over, to where I could better
manipulate her back, placing her on her stomach.  She protested at first
but my firm hands along her spine did all the convincing I would need.

The evening had darkened considerably, and most of the crowd around us had
moved up to an open area ahead to dance, so we had a modicum of privacy. 
I felt that I had been granted this chance- so I might as well go for it. 
I slid my hands along her back, and gradually undid the buttons fastening
her sun dress.  She must have noticed, but I suppose she playfully went
along with the charade.  Then, I placed my hands onto the skin of her
back.  She sighed loudly - I could hear it over the fading music - and
motioned for me to get the extra cover blanket that she had packed.  I did
so promptly - letting my mind race at the avenues that this could open up.

Together we pulled the blanket over most of her, and some of me.  It
particlly obscured us from the people in the surrounding areas, and that
seemed fine to both of us.  I got back to the important matter at hand -
getting my paws onto Jane's very warm and inviting body.  As she lay back
down, Jane managed to slide out of the top of her sun dress a bit - very
casually, but it wasn't a mistake.  As I got back to her, it was one easy
step to unhook her bra, and let its clasps fall to the ground.  This
allowed me one of the true delights of a well-endowed woman-- grasping the
sides of her breasts from behind as I pressed my chest against her back. 
She responded with very a very warm purr - and an arching of her back
exposing the fullnes of her breasts to my now very curous fingertips.  I
reached around her stomach, chest, and breasts, and was delighted with the
response she gave out not in words, but in motion.

After a few moments of groping (for lack of a better word) she said one
word to me, "unbutton."  All in all, not a bad word to hear at this point
in time, but a little ambuguous.  "I have," I said back.  "Not me, you." 
Ahhhh.....

I quickly danced my digits down the strip of fastenings on my shirt,
exposing my chest to her back.  I pressed my bare chest against Janes
now-fully exposed back, enjoying the feeling of flesh on flesh.  She
looked at me over her shoulder and said quietly, "keep unbuttoning."  I
gulped, and grasped what she had in mind.  I was certainly ready for sex,
and any reservations that I think I ordinarily would have had just didn't
seem to come up at that time.  I pulled myself off of her for a moment,
undid my jeans, pulled them down along with my boxer shorts, and moved
back to my position atop her.

I realized that as I had attended to myself, Jane had done the same.  She
had removed her panties, and had "adjusted" her dress to be almost
completely around her waist.  As I pulled the blanket over my back, I
realized that we were about to ascend the level of intimacy of this
more-than-friendly backrub.

I ran my hands from her shoulders down the sides of her torso, glancing
the side of her beautiful breasts, and down over her hips.  She had
fantastic womanly curves, much to my liking, and I complemented her shape.
 Jane giggled to me, and guided my left hand down to her ass.  I rested
both hands on her ass, with by own weight set upon her thighs, and I
massaged the firm tissue.  She turned her attention forward, and implied
that I was doing well.

By this point, my own manhood had become more than a passive player in
this drama.  As I was sitting, my dick was placed between her thighs,
finding a certain warmth there as I gently grazed it back and forth along
with the stroking motions onto her back and backside.  The feeling was
very good for me (again, being a typical guy, just about any direct
contact with my dick is enough to qualify as "very good") but I wondered
if this was arousing to Jane.  As I continued to rub the small of her back
with my left hand, I subtly moved my right hand between her legs.

I was astounded at how wet she was.  I couldn't believe how easily my
fingers slipped into her waiting space.  She felt remarkably warm, and her
body almost immediately convulsed.  She made a noise, not quite a squeal,
but a muffled sort of shout.  And she reached back to grab my right arm -
but missed.  She quivered for a few seconds, then exhaled loudly and
giggled.  "In a minute, I'll do it again," she quipped.

"What?" I said to myself.  Do it again?  Did she just come from my
touching her?  Apparently so, as she arched her backside up, beckoning me
to touch her again.  I obliged, and placed three fingers a ways inside
her, finding her sides and stroking her gently.  She writhed this time,
but remained silent.  I now had both hands focused on her pussy, with the
exception of the times that I jolted out to grab the edge of the cover
blanket.  Jane was almost up onto all fours, and I had moved off of her
thighs and onto the ground just behind her.  I struggled to keep us
covered- more out of instinct than out of embarassment.

Jane flopped down onto to ground and made the same exhaling sound followed
by the same little giggle.  She kicked her legs up, motioning me back to
my perch on her haunches.  I obliged, and moved my hands back up to her
shoulders.  I gripped her tightly, and shespread her legs just slightly,
making my path to her even more apparent.  I pressed myself up against her
back, and gently slid into her from behind.

The feeling of being surrounded by her - so hot and so very wet- was
overwhelming.  She was, no doubt, very aroused by the evolving passion
that had sprung between us.  And the pair of orgasms that she had had by
my hand (literally!) did nothing to dim her warmth.  I held inside her for
a moment, and continued to rub her left shoulder ad I balanced my weight
on my right arm.  She turned her head to the left, and began to clench her
teeth.  I began to pull out slowly, and she quietly shrieked "no!" pushing
herself back against me.  I held inside her again, and she resumed her
almost pained expression.  We held the position for about twenty seconds -
I was pushed entirely inside her - and I held firmly as I tried to rub her
shoulder.  After that time, she lurched forward and made another
indescribable muffled sound.  I partially pulled out of her as she moved,
but quickly pushed back inside.  The motion was a very good one-- the
physical sensation of the thrust was almost overcoming.  I repeated the
motion a few more times, pressing myself firmly against her back, feeling
myself push completely up and into her hot space.  She moved her hands
forward, grasping the grass just beyond the edge of the blanket, and
turning her head to the left.  She began a quiet sort of moaning, which I
took as encouragement, and continued my plowing motion.  I pushed harder
and harder, and her body responded perfectly - providing me just the right
resistance and feeling perfectly wonderful.

After only another minute or so, I erupted into her with every bit of the
pressure that had been building up the entire week.  Every time I had
reconsidered her smile, every time I sneaked a look at her terrific ass,
every time I speculated about her intentions in inviting me to the show--
it all exploded through my dick and into her box.  I filled her up for
several seconds, and I heard her make the same little "O" noise that I had
grown accustomed to.  It must have been something like her sixth!  She
then followed it up with a giggle, and I with a long, measured sigh of my
own.

I rolled off of her, and gathered her into my arms.  She re-assembled some
of her dress, and nestled into my chest.  We pulled the cover blanket over
our mostly bare bottom halves, and laid together for a few minutes.

As the sexual euphoria wore off, we began to realize how much of the "main
event" we had missed.  The music was completely over.  Most of the crowd
had dispersed.  And it appeared that our little event had gone completely
unnoticed. We had a laugh about it, and started to assemble ourselves a
bit.  Shoot - we had even missed "Margaritaville" !!!

"Cheers!"  came a voice from behind us.  We both looked over, and saw a
tall, gangly guy with a gray beard and a hawaiian shirt (typical garb for
a Jimmy show) and a six-pack ring with two beers.  He walked towards us,
and offered us each a light beer.  "You two put on a better show than
Jimmy did, man!"  He laughed, and walked back to his group of friends, all
of whom were doubled over laughing.  Jane and I quickly gave up our
"innocent" looks, and gave held up our beers to the group.

Jane and I only had three more weeks to work together.  She was heading
back to school to start her Masters program, I was heading back East to
beging my sophomore year in college.  We went out once more, but never had
an experience quite like the one we had on the lawn with Jimmy Buffet.


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