True Spring Break

Koma bar, little tokyo, LA CA. February 1980.
Dear Editors:

 I never thought I'd be writing to you about something like this. I always used to think that this happened to other guys. 

Anyway, I was out in Malibu on Spring Break several weeks ago from Rump-Roast College in Indiana. I didn't know anybody really so I thought I'd go to the beach and try my luck with the local betties. Things were looking pretty bad. It took a hell of a long time to park my dad's car, and I finally got a space hear a fireplug for ten bucks. Score! Then I nearly dropped the car keys into the urinal.

 But anyway, I had just woken up from a nap when I felt eyes upon me. I turned around and saw the most awesomely stacked green-eyed blonde babe I had ever laid eyes on. I was drawn irresistably to her firm, swelling breasts and hard perky nipples which were insistently thrusting through her low-cut Pep Boys t-shirt. Her long, smooth tanned legs went from the ground all the way up to her incredibly tight little ass which was barely contained by a well-worn pair of cut-offs. Now I was Mr. Wood.

 The possibilities flashed in front of my eyes. I saw myself tooling up the highway with my hair blowing straight back and my nostrils flapping in the wind, with this Nordic vixen whispering passionately steamy phrases in my ear. I could feel her fingernails raking slowly down my back, as she extracted her molten pleasure and the pain would be too thrilling for me to bear alone...

My breath was knocked out of me. Her low husky voice reached my ears over the slow dull pounding of the surf and my hammering heart-beat.

 "Hey sport...did you know your car is being towed?"

 (continued on page 450)

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