Palisades Park - Sex Stories

Palisades Park

... brunette hair, waist length and straight down. Not a curl in sight. My feminine hips were also very visible as I had a very tight haltertop on to show off my C-cup breasts. I wore very short jeans and I was skinny, I mean really skinny. Like 125lb wet skinny. I thought I was a bombshell and clearly the person staring at me did as well. However, when I looked up at him, I grimaced. It was a short hair. I wanted nothing to do with them. I gave him an evil look and went back to my lemonade.

After 15 minutes of just sitting at the picnic table, I finished my lemonade and decided to go walk along the property and stare at the Hudson River and Manhattan. I wanted to go there too, but my parents did not want me in Manhattan. They thought it was a dangerous place for an 18-year old girl like myself. I thought they were crazy and dreamed of walking through Times Square or being a Broadway actress. After staring at the city for a while and daydreaming about it, I felt a nudge on my right shoulder. I turned around to see yet another shorthair wanting attention from me. Again, I told him to piss off. Unlike the first one, this one could not take no for an answer and I had to threaten to push him off the cliff to get him to relent. I doubted it would be the last time tonight I would see him.

I eventually got bored and saw the line for the Jet Star had relented a little, meaning it was time to go ride the ride. I had yet to find a guy, but I knew that if I didn't ride now I may ...

... not get to again tonight. After getting in line, I noticed behind me that a skinny 125lb guy, black hair down to his neck, thick rim glasses and black low-top sneakers, was behind me. That was the moment my brain went "bingo". I found who I came to find. I introduced myself.

"Hi! My name is Andrea. What's yours?" I asked.

"Mark. Mark Morrison." the guy said in a nervous tone.

"Why are you scared? You afraid of the Jet Star or me?"

You could see Mark's brain start to malfunction as the nerves got higher. Here was this girl talking to a nerdy guy like him. He clearly did not have experience talking to girls based on his reaction.

"....uhh....the Jet Star." He grumbled. "I'm.....afraid of heights."

I did not believe a word of that. I have seen that look before. There were nerds at school. They had a similar reaction when talk to by a pretty girl. However, I decided to play along with his nerves.

"Well, as long as you hold my hand, you'll be fine. You won't fall into the Hudson." I responded.

"Uh huh. Uh, thanks." Mark responded.

In about 20 minutes of waiting, the line finally got to Mark and myself. I paid for both of us and held Mark's hand all the way until we were strapped in. I was so excited, Mark was still very nervous. You could feel his grip tightening as he was strapped into the ride. As the ride rode away, I was screaming like a 15 year old after their first kiss. I was absolutely thrilled as the ride climbed 44 feet in the air. Mark, on the ...