Where it happened: Pick up Truck
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I grew up in Willow Creek, Montana. It’s a small town of around 200 people. During my early years I attended grade school in nearby Three Forks, which had classes up to the 8th grade. When I was 15, the nearest High School was Bozeman High in Bozeman. There were no school buses at that time, and my parents, who lived on the farm didn’t really want to drive back and forth a couple times a day, because they needed to work on the farm.
Al Thomas was a bachelor that lived a few miles up the road from us, and he traveled into Bozeman every day. He worked at the Grain and Feed Store there. Al was about 40 years old, very nice looking, and a pretty good friend of our family, so my Dad asked him if he’d mind picking me up every morning on his way to work and dropping me off at school. Al said he’d be more than happy to do so. I got out of school at 3:30 P.M. and Al worked until 4:00 P.M., so I had to wait for him about a half hour or son on the way home, but it worked out quite well.
So, Al was my driver for 4 years, from the time I was 15 until I graduated at 18. And we became pretty good friends. We talked about a lot of things, and he asked a lot of questions about my school and the subjects I was taking, and my teachers, and the football team, and,as I grew older, whether or not I was dating anybody. I wasn’t.
I “blossomed out” nicely in those 4 years, from a gangly 15 year old to a pretty shapely 17 and 18 year old, and Al certainly noticed that. Toward the end of my 16th year and into my 17th year, I noticed that Al’s jeans were bulging our in front a lot every time I got in the truck. I knew, of course, that I was causing his erections, but I didn’t say anything at first, and neither did he, but after I became 17, we began a little friendly banter, back and forth about men and women and sex, and I began asking him why he had never married. He just said that he’d never found the right woman and left it at that.
One day, in September of 2008, while we were driving home on one of the little traveled country roads, Al stopped the pick-up alongside the shoulder, underneath a big shade tree, and shut off the motor. We both knew pretty much what we wanted to do. Al slid over on the bench seat and put his arm around me, and kissed me on the lips. I returned his kisses, and snuggled close to him, as I began placing my hand over the front of his tight jeans and massaging his hard erection. It wasn’t long before I had unbuckled his belt buckle and opened the front of his jeans, and saw, for the first time, his beautiful penis which was begging for attention. On that sunny afternoon,I sucked his cock for the first time. I loved it, and, of course, he was ecstatic.
Two days later, we did it again, in the same spot, but this time, he reciprocated after I relieved his erection, and we made love, on a blanket, underneath the big weeping willow.
Some people say they have pain the first time, but I didn’t. Al was very gently, and went very slowly, and that first fuck was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced in my life. Foolishly, we had not used protection, but luckily, I did not get pregnant.
Al and I continued our love-making at least a couple or three times a week after that, and all during my Senior year in high school. Al was 43 by that time and I was only 18, but I really didn’t care (or notice) the age difference. He made love to me like any teen age high school student would (or at least I thought so), and every time he was inside my body, I was in absolute heaven!
All the while this was going on, my parents had no clue that we were lovers, but just before graduation week, we wanted each other badly, and Al had forgotten to bring a condom, and so we “took another chance.” This time we were not so lucky. Several weeks later I found out I was pregnant, and I had to tell my Mom and Dad. They were startled, at first, of course, but then understood how this could happen, with us being together so much, and they gave us their blessing.
Al and I were married, in church, with a few friends and relatives looking on. I was 18 and he was 43.
All of that was 5 years ago. We now have two children — a boy and a girl, and we love each other very much. Al still works at the Grain and Feed Store in Bozeman. And I stay home and keep house and watch the children. It’s a good life. And our sex life is beautiful!!
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