***Update*** LiLu has informed me that I am to link to her, but I don't know were she lives. Anyway, I think she actually meant for me to link here at LiLu's place or something like that. I don't know. I'm a Beaver Hunter, now a IT person for Christ Sake.
I guess it’s time I did a TMI thing like everyone else. Okay!
Back in the early 80’s I was newly divorce and enjoying a somewhat semi-successful stint of getting laid. Ya know. There are some lean times when your right arm muscle looks like Popeye’s, and some prosperous times when all the cardio helps keep the abs tight. And I was in the cardio/abs phase and enjoying it very much. Nothing was culled (thrown away) and all was enjoyed. And I was on my way to becoming an autograph giving star.
My roommate, Bill, and I double dated on a trip to Talladega for a weekend of camping, booze, grass, cookouts and some awesome NASCAR racing - back when men raced and pussies like Kyle Bush and Jeff Gordon watched from the grandstands.
Anyway, on Saturday night, after a day of watching what was then called Bush cars race and loads of cold beer and a toke or two, my lady and I felt the need for some serious belly slapping. So we excused ourselves to the tent to commence the exploration of some never before seen territory. Yep, you could have call me an explorer, a mountain man (or mounting man) back then. Old Coffeypot Boone, king of the beaver hunters…what? Oh, sorry!
Anyway, Bill and his lady got this brilliant idea of a joke. They backed the car around and put the headlights on bright aiming at the tent. I didn’t notice as I thought all the light was from the heaven I was in at the time. Golden light of pleasure…what? OKAY! Damn! I try to be a little artistic here. Fuck you!
Oh, and speaking of fucking…all the campers from acres around the track gathered at the back of our tent and got a silhouette show of their life. Me on top, her on top, doggie style and the good old 69. I was a star. I was oblivious! But she knew what was going on and was getting more turned on by the exhibition. So, yep, I was in haven. Till it was over!
I heard all this yelling and clapping noise and, still being fucked up on booze and grass, and probably a little dumb as hell, I thought maybe one of the NASCAR drivers had stopped by for some fan adulation and autographs. So I jumped into my shorts and came outside. Bill was laughing his ass off, clapping me on the back and telling me good show.
Others started coming over and congratulating me and my lady and offered us free beer. One guy and two girls came over and ask for my autograph. They had taken pictures and videos of the shadow scene and wanted autographs to go along with them.
At fist I was kind of embarrassed, then, with all the commotion and adulation I was receiving, I got kind of cocky (no pun intended.) My lady then told me she knew what was happening and it had turned her on. She wanted to do it again, and that’s when the cockiness went away. I couldn’t!
But I did enjoy making the movie and saw a great NASCAR race on Sunday. It was a great weekend.