Cute pigtailed coed girl shows her petite shaved pussy

Future wife gives her gift.
I first saw her at a local dirt race track located in a southwestern desert city. Earlier on a hot Friday night in July of 1977 my car had suffered mechanical troubles. I was out of the show for the evening. Therefore I was wandering around the pit area socializing with my friends and competitors.
In those days racing especially in the lower levels was still fun. Costs hadn t gone crazy yet. So an owner/driver could be friendly with opposing drivers and teams.
As I wandered through the pit area one of those friends pointed out a young lady hanging out in a pit several slots down from my disabled car. She was one of a group of young people with one of the rookie competitors. She had a deer-in-the-headlights look and seemed to be lost.
Being the friendly not to mention horny type that I am I wandered over and introduced myself.
Her name was Terri and she knew practically nothing about stock car racing. She admitted she had no idea how the individual races were scheduled and lined up. She didn t know the difference between the classes of cars either. So when I offered to explain the track s procedures and get her a close up view of some of the better cars she quickly accepted.
We spent the rest of the evening wandering around the track s pit area looking at cars and getting to know one another.
Terri was young. She told me she was twenty-one. I was twenty-eighth. I found out several weeks later she was really nineteen. She was 5 6 and a little on the hefty side just the way I had come to like em. She weighed 200 pounds and had a great set of tits.
We seemed to hit it off right away. However I was leaving very early the next morning for a business and pleasure trip to Los Angles. I would be gone all the next week. So as the night at the track came to an end I got her phone number and promised to call her when I returned from California. We shared a quick kiss as we parted.
I returned home from LA the next weekend at about 2:00 PM Saturday afternoon. I had been somewhat unnerved by my week long preoccupation with thoughts of Terri. I called her as soon as I got in my door. I was pleased when she accepted my invitation to dinner and a movie.
It somewhat surprised her when I requested she wear a dress. In the past when she had gone out with her friends she had usually worn jeans. I had to explain to her that we were not going to McDonald s and a drive-in theater. That s kind of evening she was used to with her high school friends.
When I picked her up early that evening I went to her door to meet her as opposed to just blowing my horn in her driveway. My Dad had told me years earlier A gentleman should always meet his date at her door and open the car door for her. Read the rest of this entry »