She Missed the Ship, We Connected

In the early 70's, I had a summer job in Victoria, BC, and one day went to Vancouver on the BC Ferry for a meeting. On the way back, sitting in the lounge, I noticed a very attractive young woman, with blonde hair, a great smile, and a bright yellow jersey. I sat down beside her and we began talking. Karin was a graduate student in Colorado, accompanying her parents on a road trip to the coast. So we talked about grad school (I was also a grad student then) and travel and enjoyed the beautiful scenery as we glided by the Gulf Islands. And I noticed some beautiful scenery even closer at hand: Karin didn’t seem to be wearing a bra and I could see the outline of very perky nipples. Karin told me her parents were taking the BC Ferry from Vancouver to Victoria and then connecting with the Black Ball Ferry from Victoria to Washington State. I came up with a plan. As I was going from Vancouver to Victoria on a bus that went on the ferry, I simply skipped the bus and asked Karin if I could join her and her parents on the 30-minute drive from the BC Ferry terminal to the Black Ball Ferry terminal. I checked the schedule and realized that the connection would be tight. While pretending to help her parents find the way from the one terminal to the other, I would take them the long way, so they would miss the boat and be forced to spend the night in Victoria. (Karin’s parents looked elderly and reminded me of the couple in the painting “American Gothic.” I wondered how they could possibly have created so luscious a daughter.) Karin and I held hands in the back seat and she soon began to smile, realizing what I was up to. We got to the Black Ball Ferry 10 minutes after it departed. (I was ecstatic, because if they had made the connection, I would definitely have had black balls.) I helped Karin’s parents find a motel not far from my apartment, and Karin and I went for a walk. On the way to the apartment, I saw a driver go past us and then turn around, so impressed was he by Karin (really!) Karin and I got to the apartment and started kissing. Her nipples were longer and pointier than I had even expected. I could have spent a whole night touching and kissing her firm breasts and lovely nipples. When I came inside her, Karin’s pussy was very sweet, very wet, very tight, and very strong. I soon exploded with huge bursts of cum, and she got very excited and also came quickly. We would have liked to spend the whole night kissing, sucking, and fucking. Unfortunately, Karin knew this wouldn’t go over well with her elderly parents, and too soon I had to walk her back to the motel. But it was a beautiful tryst, and I felt particularly proud of myself, not only for seducing the willing Karin, but also for that bit of gentle trickery with the parents that enabled it to happen. I often wonder what happened to Karin. I’ve never been able to find her even in the online world. Her surname is as common as her given name. Whatever became of the beautiful and sexy Karin, I was glad to have had her for an evening, and still delight in the memory.