The Alabama Smile - Seal

After saying goodbye to Jerry I headed south, did some great hikes and saw lots of scenic countryside. The weather hadn't cooperated and I was still in Alabama three nights later. I was in a small town and the clerk at a quick shop recommended I eat at a nearby bar. I took his advice and was immediately glad I did when I entered the eclectically decorated bar and grill. There were all kinds of items hanging on the walls and from the ceiling... hats of all kinds, model planes, kites, undergarments, photos, posters, toys, etc. It was a small place, but none of the tables and chairs matched. There was a nice crowd, but I was able to grab a 2-person booth and ordered a beer, burger and fries. I leaned back, sipped my beer and enjoyed spotting things in the collection of unusual items. No interior decorator could have matched this wonderful ensemble.

I was half-way through my burger, still having a great time admiring the walls, when the bartender sat down across from me. She was a short, heavy-set woman, with a red streak in otherwise raven back hair that fell past her shoulders. She had the biggest smile when she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Seal".

She saw the question on my face and added, "My parents and grandparents were all hippies. Seal is actually initials of my real name, "Clover Lake". And I've been "C L" since I started school.

You know how some people have a smile that will light up a room?? Well Seal had a smile that would light up a joint. I did some math in my head and figured Seal to be about a generation behind me. Maybe 45-55? Her smile was permanently on display... her eyes squeezed into small slits on her pretty round face. Jeans, sandals and a loose Gypsy/Bohemian top... she was my hippy chick fantasy.

"I saw you drive in with the van. We always had vans. Pretty much lived out of one a few times."

We chatted while I finished my dinner... and chatted more while I drank another beer and Seal drank a glass of wine. We compared life notes... music, concerts, vans, travels and experiences. She lost her husband last year and her two kids are grown and living elsewhere.

She told me that she owned the bar... a third-generation family business and had been pleasantly barking suggestions to the other workers and exchanging barbs with the regulars.

We ignored the clock and continued to reminisce and laugh about our younger days. It was almost as if we had grown up and gone to school together. Suddenly, she stood up and suggested, "Come on... let's grab a bottle of Boone's Farm and get naked in your van".

I took this as more of an order and we were soon walking out of the bar. My van is nice, but nothing special. It is fixed up for basic camping with a pull-out bed that I've used a few nights on the trip. The outside temperature was in the 50's and there was a bit of a chill in the van. But true to her word, Seal took off her blouse to reveal a sexy pair of small tits and then immediately wrapped my sleeping bag around herself. She joked about a comic tatoo and her smile lit up the van.

Not to be outdone, I stripped down to just my boxers while watching Seal pulling off her jeans. Both almost naked, we huddled together and wrapped an extra blanket around ourselves. Seal took a sip of the wine and handed me the bottle. The wine was actually a nice Merlot... not a street wine... the important part was drinking it right from the bottle. We continued our chat as if we were still in the bar, but gradually the closeness of two naked bodies became an issue. Seal noticed my erection, repositioned herself and slid her mouth over my knob. I watched as she sucked just the head... and loved how she still had that huge smile on her face!

She released my cock, kissed me and pushed me down, resting her body on top of me. We kissed and explored each other's body... my hand finding the damp between her legs... fingers playing a tune while she slowly ground her hips onto me. Our excitement raised the temperature in the van and the windows became heavily fogged.

She rolled off me saying "You gotta pound me. Gotta pound me".


We switched positions and I grabbed for a condom while Seal took hold of my cock. I hurried to get the cover on, but Seal was in a bigger hurry, with a demanding whisper, "Come on. Come on". I finally rolled the rubber onto my shaft and Seal pulled me down, my hard cock easily slipping inside her as she lifted herself into me, wrapping her legs around me... forcing me deep inside her. We became one sexual body and could get no closer... moving, pulling, pushing with each other.

She released her leg grip on me and said, "Pound me"... lifting her knees and spreading her legs wide. We slammed our bodies together with grunts, gasps and noisy slapping of flesh on flesh. My perfect hippy chick was a perfect fucking machine!!


We were sweaty and breathing hard when she slowed the pace and then stayed still. "Just pound me... pound me hard". I used my arms to lift my upper body and I leaned over Seal while plunging deep and hard. I looked down and watched Seal's face... no smile now... face to the left, eyes closed, mouth open, but staying motionless. I could hear her whispered plea, "More... Harder" as her body jerked with each of my thrusts.

Her smile returned, eyes opened wide and her body began to move again in sync with mine. We exchanged and re-echoed excited non-sensical verbiage... oh yesss... oh gaawd... Aaahhh!! The van rocked and rolled to become our steamy orgasmatron.

After collapsing together, laughing and catching our breath, we needed a restroom break. It was later than we thought and the bar was now closed for the night. But, Seal got us in through the back door. We returned to the van and spent the night sharing more stories before falling asleep. And the first thing I saw in the morning was the beautiful smile of my perfect hippy chick.

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