Una mas to get the post count up closer to 50.
More than 35 years later, an experience down in Jamaica remains fresh in my memory as one of the most fantastic events in a long and eventful life.
I met the girl at Rick's Cafe at sunset, which is of course the classic way to meet a beautiful girl, at least once the crowd moved from the Yacht Club to Rick's. Slim, petite, feminine, just the way I like them. Oriental, as we used to call them before PC changed the acceptable name to Asian. What's in a name, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet and she was just as beautiful and exotic to me as an Asian as she was as an Oriental.
She was from San Francisco. She was a Japanese American. She was on vacation, having recently graduated from dental school. She was not easily impressed, but on the other hand, she was not entirely uninterested either. Playing hard to get, or more likely, just hard to get. Lord I love a challenge.
Even way back then she was concerned about the environment. She was high on her new diesel Volkswagen that got so many miles per gallon. Back then, I think diesel was also cheaper than gasoline.
I think she let me buy her a drink. She was staying with friends on the cliffs. I was staying at Red Ground. Nothing much developed but I did have her name and where she was staying.
A day or two later I got a buddy with a motorbike to give me a ride to where she was staying. No cell phones on the Island back then. Hell there were no cell phones anywhere and few phones anywhere in Negril. I just showed up unannounced and lucked out because she was home with her friends.
She was friendly, but not too friendly. I think we all got high and chatted for a while. As I recall, I managed to trap her alone in the bathroom and made a move on her, but to no avail. She was not in the market, it was complicated, she did not want to go into details. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
A couple days later, there was a private party on the beach. It was one of the little places on the beach, not far from the roundabout. I was nicely stoned as I arrived with friends. The moon was full and the beach was lit up nearly as bright as day. The lambent moonlight sparkled and glinted off the slight chop of the sea and shone through the palm tree fronds.
And lo and behold, there was the little Asian Pearl, looking ravishing in a loose blouse and tight black jeans. That was a delightful surprise indeed. I immediately approached her and we both got drinks. We went out on the beach and sat down next to each other on a flat white wooden lounge. We talked and smiled at each other. We smoked some ganja that was being passed around. At some point she admitted that the setting was so damn romantic that it was messing with her will power. That sounded good to me. I knew that I was certainly raring to go.
Eventually, the party broke up. She and I ended up getting a ride back to the cliffs, but not to where she was staying. We rode back with a friend of mine who had a place on the cliffs, part of which he rented out. The three of us sat on the front porch talking while our host provided one last joint for the evening.
At this point it was touch and go as to what was going to happen. I needed to stack the odds in my favor. As we smoked the jay, she and I were sitting next to each other in a love seat while our host sat nearby in a chair. I put my right arm around her shoulders. She did not resist. Since she was tiny and I have long arms, I had plenty of arm left over. So I reached my hand up under her blouse and got a good grip on her right breast. It was not large, but it was firm and smooth. And it was not long before it had a hard little nipple.
After we finished smoking, our host offered us the use of any empty bedroom and retired. I kissed her and tried to lead her into the bedroom, but she had other ideas. Taking me by the hand, she lead me off the porch, across the road, and out onto the cliff, waves crashing softly below.
We made love on a plastic lounge chair adjusted flat. It must have been an expensive model, because it held up to a great deal of abuse that night. The ambiance, the girl, the ganja, the lovemaking, it was all overwhelming. Talk about a Vulcan mind meld! Wow!
The night was amazing. I don't remember there being an end to the night, except that we woke up in the morning in broad daylight still locked together on that lounge chair.
She did the walk of shame with me back across the street to the house, ogled by the local hired help. We parted ways. That was the only time we made love, but if you do it right, once is enough.
More than 35 years later, an experience down in Jamaica remains fresh in my memory as one of the most fantastic events in a long and eventful life.
I met the girl at Rick's Cafe at sunset, which is of course the classic way to meet a beautiful girl, at least once the crowd moved from the Yacht Club to Rick's. Slim, petite, feminine, just the way I like them. Oriental, as we used to call them before PC changed the acceptable name to Asian. What's in a name, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet and she was just as beautiful and exotic to me as an Asian as she was as an Oriental.
She was from San Francisco. She was a Japanese American. She was on vacation, having recently graduated from dental school. She was not easily impressed, but on the other hand, she was not entirely uninterested either. Playing hard to get, or more likely, just hard to get. Lord I love a challenge.
Even way back then she was concerned about the environment. She was high on her new diesel Volkswagen that got so many miles per gallon. Back then, I think diesel was also cheaper than gasoline.
I think she let me buy her a drink. She was staying with friends on the cliffs. I was staying at Red Ground. Nothing much developed but I did have her name and where she was staying.
A day or two later I got a buddy with a motorbike to give me a ride to where she was staying. No cell phones on the Island back then. Hell there were no cell phones anywhere and few phones anywhere in Negril. I just showed up unannounced and lucked out because she was home with her friends.
She was friendly, but not too friendly. I think we all got high and chatted for a while. As I recall, I managed to trap her alone in the bathroom and made a move on her, but to no avail. She was not in the market, it was complicated, she did not want to go into details. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
A couple days later, there was a private party on the beach. It was one of the little places on the beach, not far from the roundabout. I was nicely stoned as I arrived with friends. The moon was full and the beach was lit up nearly as bright as day. The lambent moonlight sparkled and glinted off the slight chop of the sea and shone through the palm tree fronds.
And lo and behold, there was the little Asian Pearl, looking ravishing in a loose blouse and tight black jeans. That was a delightful surprise indeed. I immediately approached her and we both got drinks. We went out on the beach and sat down next to each other on a flat white wooden lounge. We talked and smiled at each other. We smoked some ganja that was being passed around. At some point she admitted that the setting was so damn romantic that it was messing with her will power. That sounded good to me. I knew that I was certainly raring to go.
Eventually, the party broke up. She and I ended up getting a ride back to the cliffs, but not to where she was staying. We rode back with a friend of mine who had a place on the cliffs, part of which he rented out. The three of us sat on the front porch talking while our host provided one last joint for the evening.
At this point it was touch and go as to what was going to happen. I needed to stack the odds in my favor. As we smoked the jay, she and I were sitting next to each other in a love seat while our host sat nearby in a chair. I put my right arm around her shoulders. She did not resist. Since she was tiny and I have long arms, I had plenty of arm left over. So I reached my hand up under her blouse and got a good grip on her right breast. It was not large, but it was firm and smooth. And it was not long before it had a hard little nipple.
After we finished smoking, our host offered us the use of any empty bedroom and retired. I kissed her and tried to lead her into the bedroom, but she had other ideas. Taking me by the hand, she lead me off the porch, across the road, and out onto the cliff, waves crashing softly below.
We made love on a plastic lounge chair adjusted flat. It must have been an expensive model, because it held up to a great deal of abuse that night. The ambiance, the girl, the ganja, the lovemaking, it was all overwhelming. Talk about a Vulcan mind meld! Wow!
The night was amazing. I don't remember there being an end to the night, except that we woke up in the morning in broad daylight still locked together on that lounge chair.
She did the walk of shame with me back across the street to the house, ogled by the local hired help. We parted ways. That was the only time we made love, but if you do it right, once is enough.
I do like the subject matter and prose, you are a good writer, but you must be MAJOR bored. 
Almost as if like you are looking for some dumb-ass review, right?
