We finally rose from the sea and went back to our blanket to dry out and get some sun. There was more hot kissing and touching on the blanket. God…Lola was beautiful and perfect.
I had the Polaroid so I took some photos that day. Here is the actual photos from that day in August 1979 with the girl I fell in love with at the end of the summer of ’79.
Isn’t she beautiful? Great smile and look at those lovely legs. I adored her!
Here’s another one that is very damaged because I carried it around in my wallet for a year. Polaroid doesn’t hold up like Kodak photos. But despite the damage it still captures the joy of this lovely girl and her smile! (And those sweet legs!)
I fell in love with Lola that day.
No… I fell in love with her at Botto’s Arcade yesterday.
Today just solidified it.
She’s sharp, beautiful…and I am smitten. Lola was soooo cute!
It was a beautiful day and one I would never forget. I remember her rising from the ocean that day as we walked back to the warmth of the blanket I had laid for us that day. We were giggling and talking about some drama she was having with her friend that was coming down for Labor Day.
Not every man has this moment but I have had it on both coast of this great country.
Lola is soaked. Her brown one piece clings to her supple, ample body. She looks more beautiful to me than any time I ever saw her in the arcade. I didn’t even know her. Just another teenage girl in a pair of jeans shooting pool. But here she was rising from the ocean beside me like a Bond girl. Her suit clung to her body. It was getting late, the beach was cooling, her ripe breasts are glistening and her nipples pout through the fabric of her suit. Her suit clung to her sex and though it I could see the impression her plump vulva framed by a trim bush of curls between her legs.
I loved the 1970’s. Women looked like women back then.
She walked ahead of me because she was a little chilly and went for her towel. Her buttocks were perfect caramel moons that crept from the bottom of her suit.
Lola was an exquisite beauty that was now in my life.
The warmth of lying on a warm blanket with a beautiful girl. No preparation. Just two people together. Two teenagers just kissing. I loved kissing Lola. All of our kisses were perfect.
When have you ever been able to say that about anyone?
I have only been able to say that one more time in my life.
I’m french kissing Lola and it’s feels so good. I love this girl. This has to be right because I’ve had no anxiety or fear. I kiss her deeply and run my hand down her full supple thigh. God she’s beautiful. I think this could be something. Even if she has to go home, I’m hooked.
I never want to stop kissing her, but she has to go to work. It’s so hard to let her go. Lola’s thighs are wet and salty from the ocean and I kiss and lick the salty sea from her legs. She giggles… She is the most delicious, sweetest thing. This could somehow work.
I don’t even know at this age how but desire is the only thing driving my mind right now.
We had the honor of spending a few lovely hours together that day.
Lola had to go to her waitress job so she had to bolt.
I hate to realize my love is giving me sustained stiffness in my lower regions.
“Okay… I’ll walk you back.”
We gather our stuff and I walk her off the beach at dusk. It’s always a magical time at the beach that not everybody gets to experience. Once the sun goes down to a disc the color and size of a new penny in the west, the sand cools.
You’ve conquered the day in Wildwood.
You’ve swam, you’ve sunned. You’ve flirted with all of the life guards and you’re done.
The day is all the way done for the beach. The sand feels so good when it cools. You’ve won, you spent the afternoon at the beach. It’s glorious. You’ve seen it all and everyday is a new adventure and a new possibility. Worst case scenario is you got a killer tan to look great in the club that night.
I walked Lola back to her house and said our goodbyes. She quickly looks around and kisses me. That was a beautiful moment.
I want to see her again as soon as I can.
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