Category: Fiction

A Hot Summer in Yellowstone Park © – Part 4

Chapter 5

I masturbated that night but that was nothing new.  I started to jack off just after my 13th birthday.  In Jewish law at age 13 you are considered a man.  That ancient celebration of manhood seems to have been correct.  Actually having sex or even an intimate experience had just happened for the first time for me at 20 years old.  I loved it. I wanted more.  I found myself thinking about Sheila but also thinking about Desiree.  I found Desiree’s Louisiana accent and black hair very alluring.

Sheila had lite the match.  I had made up my mind to have a real sexual encounter with either Sheila or Desiree.

In the following days we were working there were no hiking opportunities for me.  The work schedule was changed by the office and I was asked to work an extra day.  Sheila would not be working in that last two days of my scheduled days.  That schedule change put me in the laundry with Desiree and Bob for those days.

I asked Desiree if she would like a cup of coffee after work in the first of that two day overtime schedule.  She agreed and as we walked to the diner I carefully followed the same scenario that had led me to kisses from Sheila.  I told her about my school and major and she told me about her college major.

When Desiree told me she was attending Louisiana State University usually referred to by the letters LSU it came out of her mouth as LELLESHYEW. Water was pronounced watah, quarter was pronounced quatah.  It was delightful to me to hear her speak.  I walked with her back to the dorm and asked if we could meet again. Her response, “Yeyes.”

The next day after work I again asked her to join me in a cup of coffee.  She told me about her family and I told her about mine but did not tell her that I am Jewish. I asked her if she would like to accompany me on a hike the following day.  We agreed to start at 8 a.m.  This time as she entered the dorm she gave me a little kiss on one cheek.  That was the progress I wanted.

The guys in the cabin asked what I was doing on my days off and I told them about the hikes with Sheila and Desiree.  One of them said, “Making it with the girls.  You fooled me.  You seem to shy for that.” I responded with, “I’m just trying to have some fun.”

The next morning after breakfast Desiree and I went for a hike around Yellowstone Lake.  Because the elevation is about 7,000 feet you are wearing a jacket even if it is July.  After a morning hike we were near the Lake Hotel.  I suggested lunch and she was delighted.  It’s just a two mile walk from there to Fishing Bridge.  I am tired. Desiree wants to see the cabin.

As we walk in one of my cabin buddies is walking out and says, “Have a good time,” and winks at me.  Desiree, “What was all that about?” “A pretty girl, an empty cabin and he thinks we are going to be doing more than just looking at the layout.”

“David, We are going to do something.  You don’t think I walked back here just to see where you sleep.”

“Huh, I didn’t bring you here for anything like that.”  “Silly boy, I came back here to screw with you.”

I can’t believe my ears. “Undress me and let’s make love.”  My cock is rock hard. Desiree is all over me. “I have never done this before Desiree.” “It’s time Davey. It’s time.”

Somehow I am on top and find myself going into her. It is wonderful. I pull back and push in again and again.  She is screaming, “Harder, harder.”

After it is over Desiree says, “We are now girlfriend and boyfriend.  I don’t want to catch you with another girl.”

A Hot Summer in Yellowstone Park © – Part 3

Chapter 3

I reported for work the following morning.  The group working in the laundry and shower rooms consisted of three other men and two women. There was Ken from North Carolina, Bob from Ohio, John from Kansas, Sheila from Maryland, and Desiree from Louisiana.  Since the laundry is open every day from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. we would not all be working together.  The office would post the schedules.

The equipment in that laundry must have been forty years old. Clothes were washed in one machine, spun dry in a second machine, and then placed in large drum dryers.  Those needing clothes washed paid for the process by the pound.  Each order was placed in a mesh bag and then into the washing machine. In that way two to three washing order could be put through the process simultaneously.  The shower rooms were small individual stalls.

Ken and Bob were medium size between 5 foot 10 and six feet. John was easily 6 foot 2 and built like a football player.  Sheila was a shapely blonde haired girl about 5 foot 4 and Desiree a shapely 5 foot 2 girl with jet black hair.  We all got along well together helping each other with the old washing equipment.

Just a week into our summer when there was a leak in one of the washing machines.  Water was pouring out onto the floor and there were no visible valves to turn it off.  Sheila slipped on the floor and hit her head. John put some clothes under her head and I ran to the office for help.  I pounded on the office door but no one answered.  I opened the door that I was not supposed to open without permission. There in front of me is Marla on her knees having oral sex with Joe.  I yelled, “We need help. Sheila hit her head. We need an ambulance now.”

Marla stands up and Joe says, “You shouldn’t have come in here.  I’ll call for the ambulance.”

Fifteen minutes later the ambulance arrives but Sheila seems to be OK even before it arrives.  They do not take her to a hospital.  Instead she is examined and they tell her to take some aspirin and give a phone to call if she has any lingering effects from the fall.  Then Joe shows us where the valves are to turn off the water.

Chapter 4

The next day Sheila comes up to me to thank me for getting the ambulance and leans forward and give me one big kiss on my mouth.  I did not expect that. At that time I was totally innocent in sexual activity.  Of course I knew about intercourse and oral sex but had not experienced either.  My sexual pleasure was masturbation.

I said to Sheila, “Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me after work?”  She agreed.

We went to the diner and sat at a table. Sheila told me about the University of Maryland and her major.  I told her about my major at a California university.  We then went to the mess hall for dinner. After dinner I walked with her over to the ladies dorm.  She gave me another kiss just before going in and that time I was doing the kissing.

In the days that followed Sheila seemed to be doing her best to be very friendly with me.  She is not a Jewish girl or is she?  Having been brought up in a Jewish home I had made up my mind to only date Jewish girls.  But there is a long summer ahead.  A little romance can’t hurt and I need a friend.

During the following few weeks I invited Sheila to accompany me on days off to various points of interest throughout the park.  Without a car our method of transportation was hitch hiking.  That was the way all the summer employees traveled around the park.  On most of those trips with Sheila I gave her a kiss when we returned to the dorm.  Those kisses seemed to be getting more passionate.

A forest is no place for fireworks.  Fourth of July was a day when the park rangers were out in force to ensure no one was lighting even a sparkler.  Some park employees met in the mess hall to listen to some patriotic music.  It was just days past July 4th when Sheila asked me about the cabin.  I offered to take her out to see it. Sheila was an energy person and almost skipped along as we went to the back of the cabin area. Her short blond hair made her very attractive to me.

It was early afternoon and while Sheila and I had the day off my cabin buddies were all at their jobs.  Sheila looks around the cabin and said, “This could be a nice place to stay if there were some decorations.  But I guess for guys this is probably acceptable.”  She sat down on my bed. “Reasonably comfortable.  Why don’t you sit down next to me?”

I sat down and to my surprise Sheila puts an arm around me and kisses me. “Davey, let’s do something now.” With no experience in anything intimate I was struggling to decide what I should do.

Sheila, “Take off your clothes and show me what you have.”  What have I got to lose?  I pull off all of my clothing even as Sheila is undressing I am getting an erection.  She looks fabulous and kisses me really hard forcing her tongue into my mouth.  I said, “I have no experience.” She starts rubbing me and says, “Don’t worry. I want to pleasure you.” She jacked me until I released.

Getting up from the bed, Sheila dresses and says, “We are going to have a lot of fun together” and then walks out.

A Hot Summer in Yellowstone Park © – Part 2

Chapter 2

Once at Fishing Bridge Village I was directed to a dorm type building that housed the summer workers.  The room I was put into had two bunk bed stands and I found one space in a lower bunk.

After I had my belongings stored in a closet I walked around the village that included a general store, a photography store that sold photos of the park, a hiking/fishing equipment store that sold all the equipment you would want for overnight hikes, an office for visitors to rent a cabin, and a diner.  Immediately attached to the diner was a mess hall for the park employees along with a room where employees could meet to discuss any issues that might arise. All the buildings were neatly lined up along the two lane road just a few feet from the bridge over the Yellowstone River.

The bridge would be packed with fisherman standing shoulder to shoulder on July 1.  That is opening day to fish.

The first night dinner was pork chops.  I had never eaten them before. They were greasy with more fat than meat. I was prepared for having to eat lousy food all summer long I just never imagined that greasy pork chops and salty ham would be a frequent dinner food.  My Jewish family never ate those foods.  During the dinner and that evening I made an effort to be friendly to a lot of people from all around the country.  Some had strong Boston accents and some had strong southern accents.  One man from Arkansas had an accent that was so intense I could not understand most of what he said.

On the following morning there was a meeting of new employees in that small employee meeting room. A couple, Joe and Marla, introduced themselves as our bosses.  Told us we could bring any problems to their attention and warned us not to enter their office unless we were given permission. We were told to go to our assignment locations after lunch.

With the rest of the morning free I decided to walk around the Fishing Bridge area.  When I returned to the bunk house just before lunch there was a man from the park company inspecting the house.  One of the other summer employees bursts out with, “I am not going to share a room with that dirty Jew” as he points at me.  I had not told anyone I was Jewish.  It was the first time I had ever heard anyone say those words even though I had previously lived in a neighborhood that had few Jewish people.

When I returned to the dorm from my meeting at the laundry where I learned the job of washing clothes for the tourists there was Joe who told me that I was being moved out of the dorm to one of the rental cabins.  I was delighted.  The dorm room was small as was the entire dorm building.

I found the cabin at the back of the grounds with four beds and a wood stove.  The wooden walls were warped and the gaps between the boards would do little to protect anyone from the cold nights. The furnishings were meager but I was happy with spending the summer in that cabin.  Happily I had anticipated the cold weather and brought long john underwear that I would wear every night over my flannel pajamas.

A Hot Summer in Yellowstone Park © – Part 1

Preface

My problem is I am obsessed with busty, shapely women. Even today with grown children that obsession has not subsided. It all started at the age of 13 when I experienced that first erection. I mentally drooled over all the girls who were well endowed. I was too shy to even approach a girl but I dreamed of having sex with them every night.  This is a story about my first real experience with women.

Chapter 1

In the spring of my first year in college when I was searching for a summer job I learned about jobs in Yellowstone National Park. I thought what a great way to see the park and the animals even if the pay was not that good. It might be an opportunity I may never have again. The catch was you had to apply well in advance. April was too late for the coming summer. I would have to do some serious searching for that summer job that spring. I found a part time driving job. It would provide me with money for enrollment, books, and some spending money.

The following December I sent in my application to the Yellowstone Park Company. After some back and forth letters they notified me that a job was available at Fishing Bridge Village in the laundry. The information on the actual work was lacking. I guessed it would be folding clothes.

West Yellowstone, Montana

I rode to Yellowstone via two Greyhound buses that traveled through the night. There was a change of buses in Salt Lake City. The trip was uneventful and ended in West Yellowstone. That is a village just outside the west entrance to the park. That little town tries it’s very best to look like an 1800s western town. When you are there you can walk into the park. It was there that the park company picked me up along with other summer workers and took us to our destination park villages. Along the way to Fishing Bridge the van had to stop two or three times due to bears and bison blocking the roadway. The bears were begging for food.  The bison seemed to see the roads as their personal paths.  That ride gave me a quick view of the many spectacular things to be seen in the park.

Changing this blog

The number of readers who regularly come to this blog has significantly diminished over the past year.  Obviously I am disappointed.  My objective has been to provide “An Independent view of law, politics and social issues confronting Angelinos, Californians, and Americans.”  I will continue to do that.  However I am adding another category. Fiction.

The stories will be salacious. In other words scandalous, spicy, erotic, and possibly disturbing to some readers.  WordPress allows those kinds of stories.  If you don’t want to read them DON’T. 

This is my blog.