twylamarie:This girl reminds me of a girl who used to be on my track team named Bridget. Bridget
twylamarie: This girl reminds me of a girl who used to be on my track team named Bridget. Bridget was also on Tennis and did swimming - a real jock - and had just this amazing aura about her. I’m sure that at this point in life she’s either a corporate CEO or maybe one of those people that gets paid a mllion dollars to organize weddings for billionaires. People - men and women - couldn’t move fast enough to do whatever she asked them too. Bridget and I ran similar times so on cross country team we were paired up. That meant we were “travel buddies” that were supposed to room together on overnight trips, made sure each other got on the bus at the end of a meet,etc. I’ve mentioned this before, but our buses were blast furnaces. No air conditioning in the heat of Iowa. It wasn’t at all uncommon on long trips (and some track meets were 5+ hours away by bus) for us all to strip down to our bras and panties in the heat - the coaches and bus drivers (all women) never said a word. Even our underwear would become like spraypaint as it stuck to our bodies in the humidity. Just after my first experience with a girl, my whole view of Bridget changed. She had been kind of an annoyance really. She was better than me at everything and kind of a snot - but suddenly I saw her as a totally hot sexual being and that really changed my attitude when I spent time with her. She always wore white nylon underwear - not cotton which were cheaper and therefore what most of us wore - and those things were like saran wrap when they got wet with perspiration - totally tranparent. Never mind her nipples - you could see ever strand of pubic hair and since that was damp the outline of her pussy lips as well. It was like she sat next to me naked on that bus, and while she dozed I drooled and daydreamed of what it might be like to be with her. I never had any kind of sexual contact with Bridget though we would jump in a cold shower together in our motel room to cool down after running in the sun all day. We smoked pot together a few times but I never had the nerve to even try anything. I was actually quite passive about all things sexual then - receptive - but never the one to initiate anything. I know for a fact she “got busy” one night when she slipped out of our room and met her boyfriend on a trip to a town about 80 miles southeast. She wasn’t back until almost 6 in the morning and her bra was in her purse. We never talked about it and she acted like it didn’t happen although we darn near got busted for it. I haven’t thought about Bridget in years, but it’s a very fond memory. -- source link