manlycornhusk's blog post - Falling

Maybe this Header is a little bit misleading. I'm refering to my favorite season and women's fashion during the early 80s.

I was 21yo, attending college, had a curvaceous, sexy girlfriend and at the height of my glory. When the weather cooled, the dress of the day for the ladies was semi-tight sweaters over a wool wraparound skirt. Ok, I'll admit to the pink polo shirt and topsiders as well but it was all about the female persuasion then. The sweaters snugged against her breasts, falling down over the top of her skirt. The swing of her legs creating an almost organic flight of her hem. Her cute butt pressing against the back of the fabric. It may seem tame nowadays but then, to me, it was the sexiest thing on God's green Earth.

Ladies, I know skirts can be a pain in the ass sometimes but from a males perspective...it's simply "the serpent in the Garden of Eden". Just knowing the treats hidden beneath it's billowing cover. Flashed glimpses of knees and thighs. The way the fabric draped when sitting, outlining the leg and falling to a valley between. Ok...maybe I'm obsessing a bit here. Anyways, why Fall and 80s skirts will always be one of my fondest and more erotic memories.

That day, she was wearing a grey and white plaid wraparound and a white cableknit sweater. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were a dark sparkling brown with the slightly upswept corners and lips always the color of burgany wine. As we drove together to our first classes, I couldn't help noticing her perfume, the way her hand covered mine on the bench seat, her shoulder brushing my own and oh, I was so in love.

Reaching the parking lot, she reached into the back seat to retrieve her backpack and I took the opportunity to swoop in and steal a kiss. The first time we kissed, we ravaged each others lips for hours before I finally broke off, jelly legged, my mind trying to remember where I left my car or even where the hell I lived. The kisses after that were never of a lesser quality so when her lips met mine, the warmth of her face, her heady scent..well, needless the say, school was forgotten in that moment.

My hands traveled up her legs, under the skirt to explore the darkness finding yielding flesh and familiar contours. She came to her knees and laid against me as my fingers began to tease the edges of her panties. Her breathing betrayed her eagerness, her short bursts of breath sweetening the air in my nostrils, my finger slipped under the soft cotton cloth and I slid it up and down the length of her warm cleft. Already, wetness urged me on and my finger slid into her accompanied by her sigh. I could have gone on forever but she signalled the end of foreplay by sitting back and sliding her panties down and off her legs. Next, my belt and zipper were dealt with post haste. I slide over in the seat, my pants around my ankles and she positioned herself over me. My hands sliding under her sweater to grasp her soft breasts, she lowered herself onto me. It felt so naughty, doing it out in the open, cars coming and going around us, students walking by. It was just a short time before both of us were ready to climax. It was the first time we had come together and it was more than I could have dreamed of. The feel of her tightening around me, the tremors, the feel of her wetness against my skin. Heaven would have fallen short on that day.

We did make it to class...a little late, of course and we did make it through the whole day without sneaking out to attack each other behind some bush or in a broom closet. But that sparkle, that twinkle in her eye stayed bright the whole day and I felt she really and truly loved me and I never wanted that moment to end.

And, so, there you have it...why a wool skirt and falling leaves will always make me quietly sigh and smile a secretive smile.

Peace and Love and Moments That Should Never Be Forgotten