JenniferO

[dbtex]

patiently waiting

Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I'm glad you all enjoyed the stories over the past couple of weeks. I wish I had written that story about my dad offline though. I think it's clumsy at this point, but I just wanted to get an idea across and I guess it succeeded in that.

I have another story that I'm kind of dabbling with. I'll see about maybe posting that here like the last one. People really seemed to enjoy the serial concept and I liked it too

i thought your story about your dad was very sweet and touching. having lost my own dad at an early age, i know how special thoose "magic" moments are. looking forward to ANY stories you care to share. patiently wainting for more pics too, lol.

 

[JenniferO1]

Ok...

A quick pic for you my faithful

 

[Malerotica]

Great form and lines...

A quick pic for you my faithful

of course it helps that you have a great ass and breasts....

 

[Lilbudy]

Belated Birthday Wishes

Jen,

Happy Belated Birthday.

What a WONDERFUL story.

I had an event with my father one year in Canada, while fishing. It was Father's day and I had been too busy getting home to WI on leave while in the military to make it in time for the fishing trip that I'd forgotten about Father's day. Well while we were on the lake on that Sunday, I was trying to figure out what to do for him out there in the middle of no where. As luck would have it, he hooked a good size northern pike. As he got it near the boat, I knocked in on the head with a hammer, sounds cruel, but it was what we did as a practice for ones we intended to keep. As the story went the fish escaped the hook and swam away. I felt so terrible as it was a good sized fish. About 10 minutes later a fish surface a few feet from the boat. For a reason I can't recall now, we couldn't drive the boat over to look at the fish. I threw a lure over the fish and snagged it, drug it to the boat, and realized it was the "one that had gotten away" with its bruised head. I lifted it into the boat and presented it to my father and said "Happy Fathers Day." I know he was pleased but not for sure if he was pleased as much as I?
Sounds like a small deal, but at the time it was powerful for me. I remember now, several years later, the moment we shared on that Canadian lake.
Glad that you could have such a grand event with your father and a special piece of property that you can relive the event(s) with.

Take Care,

lilbudy

It's one of my best birthday memories and base on the comments... I thought you might enjoy it.

When I was around 16, my father started building this hot rod car. I had no idea what it was and to be honest about it... didn't really care.

What my father decided to build himself was what he considered to be the ultimate hot rod... a 427 Shelby Cobra by a company in Connecticut called ERA... now don't get all over my shit if I mix up some of the facts. I don't really know that much about these cars, but I know that there are fans out there who know everything.

Over the next year as he was building it, I would spend hours in the garage with him. My mom was sick with breast cancer and I guess I just wanted to escape the horror of that. So I spent as much time with my dad as I could. I guess I was that typical asinine teenager who was too full of herself to really be aware of what going on around me... or maybe I was just trying to escape the horror of losing my mother.

I don't really know.. not even now... I was just too fucked up to know anything I guess.

So as my dad would work on the car, I would sit on a chair and just talk to him. Just stupid stuff, you know. Sometimes though, I felt like I was just a pain in the ass so I would stop visiting him in the shop for a week or so. But he would begin to complain that he missed me and wanted to know why I wasn't visiting with him. I'd make excuses but never had the heart to tell hm that I didn't think he wanted me around. I was throwing myself a little pity party.

I just couldn't say that to him... I was to devastated by what was happening to my mother, I didn't even want to think that my dad didn't want me around.

I guess I just figured that if I left him alone for awhile, he might miss me and remember that I existed.

As I said, I was just a stupid teenager and didn't understand that dads always love their daughters, especially given the circumstances that we were dealing with.

In any event, my dad finished his car and the first time, he fired it up, it scared the living crap out of me.

It seemed that for the new few months, every time he got a chance he was off to one race school or another to learn how to drive the thing. He got pretty good at it and ended up joining a club for guys with specialty cars like his. I think that car was his own escape.

On my 17th birthday, he told me he had a surprise for me. We got in the car and headed up the coast. It was a typical northern California beautiful day. We stopped for breakfast and a small crowd gathered around our car as we pulled in. That thing seemed to be a magnet for guys and some girls too. I felt so special sitting in the passenger seat cruising down the road with the wind blowing in my hair.

I felt like I was a part of his world again and he was sharing a secret part of it with me. It was probably a couple hour drive and we ended up at this race track. Some of my dad's buddies were there already, my dad told told me that his club had rented time at the track for the day. I thought that it was so cool that my dad included me in this. I was going to get to see him drive his cobra on the track.

But when he opened the trunk, in there was a helmet and a driving suit for me... even had my name on it. I just looked at him.

Put it on he instructed and I did.

We got in the car and pulled out onto the track and he began to lay some laps down. Slow at first, but then faster and faster until I was having the time of my life. The smell of brakes and the sound of the exhaust were an intoxicant. I'd never gone that fast anywhere and my eyes were wide open as I listened to roar of that engine at full throttle.

Then he pulled into the pits and got out of the car. He told me to get in behind the wheel. I shook my head and said no... I couldn't do that.

He laughed and just told me again to get behind the wheel.

I did but told him that I wasn't going to drive like he did.

I pulled out on the track and it seemed like life had just slowed down for me in some weird way. I could feel everything in that car. I had never driven it before, but god... it felt like a living beast. It had a 428 Cobra Jet engine in it and when you touched the gas, it just leapt forward with with a naughty little growl. When you punched it, it roared and belched smoke off the rear tires... It was friggin scary.

As we drove around the track... slowly, my dad told me about apexes and braking and when you hit the gas and when you stay off it. He warned that this car was so powerful that if you hit the gas too hard in the middle of a corner, it would just spin out and fly off the road.

Then he started to instruct me.

"Just do what I say to, when I say to" he shouted to me over the wind and noise of the car.

I was staring forward and just shook my head in acknowledgment... my knuckles white on the steering wheel.

And then it started...

When we got the straight... The lap started and it went like this... "Ok Jenn... Gas, gas, gas... right to the floor..."

As we we approached the corner, he said "brake brake brake... don't lock em up, just feel it... good, good, now gas... just touch it, turn it down so that passenger side wheel is down on that white curb... good... gas, gas... straighten it out good.... now to the floor.

That car shot like a rocket out of the corner and a moment later I was on the brakes and then the gas again.

By the 5th lap, I was actually power sliding the car through some of the turns and I felt so friggin alive. At the end of the straight when I'd let off the gas and hit the brakes, I could hear and loved the BLAT, BLAT, BLAT of the backfire through the side pipes and then the roar as I would give it the gas again.

After 10 laps or so, we pulled back into the pits and I was weak from the adventure and sweating like a little pig.

My dad had packed a lunch and we sat there in the shade of this big ol tree and just talked about the car and watched other guys out on the track. His buddies kept coming up and telling us how good I looked out there. I couldn't believe that I was a part of this world.

When lunch was over... my dad gassed up the car and told me to get in again. I did and he didn't. He told me that he wanted me to just take some laps. I was so nervous and told him that I wanted him to be with me. He said that no... I needed to do this thing myself now. I was to take 5 laps and I would be following a friend of his. He told me that he would start off slow and then slowly start cooking them up as I felt comfortable... my job was to just try to keep up with his buddy but warned be to be careful in the turns.

His friend told me to just try to keep my car exactly in his tracks... do what he did.

The first lap was faster than anything I had done with my dad and I still couldn't quite keep up with his friend. The next lap was faster still and by the fifth lap, I felt like I was going to burn the tires off that car. It all became one... the sounds, the smell and the peripheral view of the world flashing by. The only thing I was focused on was that car in front of me. I was counting laps, I was trying to stay with the guy in the car in front and he was always just out of my reach. I don't think I was even aware of how fast I was going. When we came out onto the straight for the last time, I really came out on a good line. The car felt like it was on rails and I caught him and moved over to pass. He didn't give it too me though, I had to fight for it and consequently drove it deeper and harder in the corner that I ever had. I hit the brakes to slow that beast down and then as I dove into the corner, got on the gas again. I had completed the pass and hadn't crashed. I could see him in my mirror looking for a place to pass me back, but I kept on the gas and drove the line he taught me all the around the track and finally slowed and pulled into the pits.

I turned off the engine and just sat there shaking and listening the ticking of the hot engine as it cooled. I was so full of adrenaline that I couldn't even speak for a couple of minutes. My dad came walking up and as I got out of the car gave me this huge hard hug. Other guys came over to congratulate me and my dad's friend who I had passed came over to shake my hand. He was laughing and told my dad to be careful... he had a race car driver on his hands.

I found out later that his buddy was a professional racer.

My dad was so proud that I had actually passed him. He told me that he never just gives a pass to anyone, you have to take it. I still think he might've let me by, but no matter. I fell in love with that car that day and it was probably the best day of my life and certainly the best birthday I've ever had.

My dad just laughed all the way home as we talked about the day.

Even today, I can still hear his laugh over the roar of the wind and sound of the car.

He died a little over a year later from an undiagnosed aneurysm. But I still own that car and still love it.

That's my best birthday memory...

Hope I haven't bored you all with a normal story.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Not sure which is the more prominent reaction.... being homesick for a beach, or wanting to sneak up behind you and nibble your earlobe.

awesome shot, whichever way it goes.

 

[romeo1]

Happy birthday ...... I read the story about your father ............I don't have much to say ...... but just that I understand ........... I wish I was sensible and courageous enough to spend more time with my father..

 

[george55]

A quick pic for you my faithful

curves, curves, and more


thanks

 

[tcwild100]

A quick pic for you my faithful

Jenn, you are so exquisite

Such a lovable, squeezable lil' darlin'

 

[Artfan2]

Absolutely stunning!!!

Not sure which is the more prominent reaction.... being homesick for a beach, or wanting to sneak up behind you and nibble your earlobe.

If Salvor-Hardon can nibble on your earlobe, then I want to nibble on the rest of you!


Well, this picture proves the first one was no fluke. Again, the lines of your body from your back down to your legs are just stunning! (Actually, the lines down your front look really good too.)

 

[MetroNJ]

you improve upon even mother nature. astounding.

 

[booth22]

Dynamite figure and terrific backdrop. Your nips get a lot of attention and rightly so, but that tight little bubble but is to die for.....

 

[Artfan2]

The serial concept worked really well.

I have another story that I'm kind of dabbling with. I'll see about maybe posting that here like the last one. People really seemed to enjoy the serial concept and I liked it too

The way you told your art teacher story over a period of weeks created a very high level of anticipation. I think it worked out really well.

I wish I'd had a baby sitter who told bedtime stories like yours, and who looked like you, and who didn't mind giving me peeks at her private parts.

Maybe it's not too late . . . . . I don't have a baby, but I do have a puppy that could use some babysitting.

Are you available? (The puppy is really cute and cuddly and it loves your stories. The puppy is also okay with nudity.)

 

[hairball18]

A quick pic for you my faithful

what an amazing pic.

 

[seasider]

It's one of my best birthday memories and base on the comments... I thought you might enjoy it.

When I was around 16, my father started building this hot rod car. I had no idea what it was and to be honest about it... didn't really care.......

......My dad just laughed all the way home as we talked about the day.

Even today, I can still hear his laugh over the roar of the wind and sound of the car.

He died a little over a year later from an undiagnosed aneurysm. But I still own that car and still love it.

That's my best birthday memory...

Hope I haven't bored you all with a normal story.

Jenn, I love that story- I lost my dad about 10 years ago when I was in my early 30s, and I still miss him like crazy- Though neither of us ever raced, we were both huge race fans and spent a lot of weekends at different tracks here in the UK- I still can't go to a race without thinking of him

 

[seasider]

A quick pic for you my faithful

That's such a beautiful pic....

 

[MrHotnspicey]

Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I'm glad you all enjoyed the stories over the past couple of weeks. I wish I had written that story about my dad offline though. I think it's clumsy at this point, but I just wanted to get an idea across and I guess it succeeded in that.

I have another story that I'm kind of dabbling with. I'll see about maybe posting that here like the last one. People really seemed to enjoy the serial concept and I liked it too

Hello Jenn,
You and I have talked about your love of cars in years past. My son and I have shared a Corvette for several years now. As you can guess, I related to you and your Dad sharing the Cobra and very special moments of the time spent with your Dad. I was glad to hear you still have the Cobra.
Huggzzz
Spicey

 

[dsrtfox1942]

A quick pic for you my faithful

All I have to say is wow..... you are the epitome of beauty.

 

[subya]

Incredible thread, if there ever was one!

 

[MaleLesbo]

Thanks SOOOO much Jen! Always a 'pleasure' seeing you and hearing from you on the thread! And, thanks for the story and car pic! WOW! I'd love to be in that car with you experiencing some fast and SLOOOOOW times! lol

A quick pic for you my faithful

 

[booth22]

Now I know what a junkie feels like. Signing on every few hours to get my Jenn fix

Happy Humpday

 

[JenniferO1]

Georgie!!!!!!
I love it when you come to visit you ol outlaw. You naughty man... you shouldn't be looking at my curves... LOL!

But I love it when you do!

 

[JenniferO1]

I love how my...

little titties look so big in that last shot. You gotta love a great photographer

 

[gregg4]

Georgie!!!!!!
I love it when you come to visit you ol outlaw. You naughty man... you shouldn't be looking at my curves... LOL!

But I love it when you do!

maybe Georgie shouldn't but i Should!!!
you're looking sexy as always!!

 

[booth22]

After looking at the beach pic a few jillion times I was stymied about what to point out...beach, legs, nips, or butt. Every aspect of you screams magnificent, but what it really comes down to is you're just so damn proportionate. The curve of your back highlights your ass and juts out those rock hard nips...

I'll sleep better tonight, thanks for the curves

 

[tcwild100]

little titties look so big in that last shot. You gotta love a great photographer

Just had to chuckle at this comment Jenn. Your little titties are perfect.

a dozen Hump Day 's for you, sexy girl!