Ok, I left off in the station parking lot in Pottstown. My friend said they were with a few other girls. By the way Mr. Shaner at that time was 25, not in his 30's. The man is only 46 now. My friend was 20 and the Three other girls were also in their 20's.
Everything was going great, we had seen a few trains go by and Len was talking to other people who were there too. Then when everyone left except for the Four of us. Kim came up with an idea of going for a ride up to Ringing Rocks. Len said ok lets go. We got there and Len park over near the roller skating rink. We all were there looking at the nice clear sky, when I reached over and touch Len's privet area. He said don't do that. I said why? He said it's not proper. I said, I want you Len. He said what about your friends, what will they think? She told him they be ok with it and would most likely join in. So Len said ok. And for the next 60 minutes it was really Hot.
That's all for now.
Your writing sucks. Here, let me jazz up your story for you, free of charge:
"True Story"
Written by: Lenoard F. Shaner
Edited by: Esmerelda "Super Collie" Braithwaite
It was a late night in Pennsylvania, 1996. My friend and I had met up with our college sorority sisters at High Street in Pottstown to watch the bravado on show as guys from all over the state gathered for some barely legal street racing. From the steaming hot carburetors to the roaring of the engines the atmosphere of sex was as thick as the heavy scent of burning rubber and gasoline. The taillights of muscle cars speeding by us drew lasers that seemed to hang in the air for moments of time before fading away.
The air was sexual, almost primal in a sense. The vibrations of the engines of cars flying past us sent quivers of pleasure up my legs and deep into my womanhood. My nipples had perked up from the arousal, now visible from under my white cotton tank top. And then I saw him.
Pulling up in a green 1962 Willy's CJ-5 Jeep was Len Shaner himself. Len stopped right next to us at the intersection of High and York, and I could see him in such vivid detail. From the beady gaze of a foamer in his eyes to the ravioli sauce stain on his gut-stretched polo the 25 year old man was the very personification of masculinity.
He asked us if my friend and I needed a ride, revving his engine as he did so. As his foot slowly depressed the gas pedal of the Jeep I mentally pictured Len pushing me down and taking me from behind like a wild animal.
I came, and for a split moment the world seemed to play in slow motion. As I regained my composure and pulled my tank top down a bit to hide my crotch I heard my friend ask for a ride to the parking lot of the train yard at Evans Street.
I can't quite recall the trip to the Evans Street Station, the ride was a blur due to the endorphins coursing through my body giving me a sort of natural high. My hair blew around idly in the cool Pennsylvania air as the three of us sat alone in the Jeep at the station, watching the trains go by in rhythmic cycles. Each time we heard the sound of a train whistle in the distance I could hear Len groan, his pants tightening at the crotch as his member engorged with blood.
My friend suggested we take our excursion to Ringing Rocks, an outlook that acted as a public park during the day but an escape for horny teens and young adults at night. Len had barely put the Jeep into park before my hand had found its way to his crotch. He retreated at first, perhaps surprised by my advances. Hell, I was surprised by my advances.
"I want you, Len," I said; my body felt like it was on autopilot at this point, my own mind succumbing to the whims of my throbbing uterus.
"But, Kim is with us..." Len said, his gaze slowly making its way to her.
"I want you too, Len," Kim replied, having removed her top in the meantime exposing her young, supple breasts. Her nipples stood erect in the chilly air.
Not another word was said. Len hastily unbuttoned his pants as I pulled down my black shorts and soaked panties with them. I climbed into the back with Kim and beckoned for Len to join us.
And for the next 60 minutes, it was really hot.
THE END
