The Dana Street Saga

Life in Berkeley thirty years ago;
Searching for love and meaning

Tuesday, August 14, 1973 - 11 AM

Last night was a super fine night. But first, let me review.

Yesterday afternoon I went down to the beach. It was a nice sunny day. I took a walk east all the way to Hot Dog Beach. There were a number of girls out, but none that really appealed to me.

Got back and went swimming. The water was really nice. Low tide, with breakers rolling a long way in, great for body surfing. Swam with Penny M and Jonny. Couldn't get Cici to come in very far.

Betsy and Chris got home around 8, and we had dinner.

Around 10, I went out. Drove past the Artful Dodger, but it looked pretty dead, so I went to the Potato. It was pretty dead, too, but I had a beer.

The jukebox was playing, there were a few people at the bar, and a few more scattered around at tables. They were mostly men, and the few girls there seemed to be with other people. I sat at a table by myself and sipped my beer.

I noticed one girl at the bar who looked attractive, but she seemed to be with a couple of other guys, one whose hair she was stroking, and the other who was caressing her back.

I was about to leave when I finished my beer, but when the bartender asked if I'd like another, I said, "Sure," and did, standing at the bar.

After awhile, I noticed that the attractive girl had gone to the ladies' room, so I wandered back to the jukebox, which was back by the restrooms, hoping to meet her when she came out.

When she did come out, I said "Hi," and she responded in a friendly way.

She stopped and talked to me, and I asked her name. It was "Lyndy."

She got more friendly as we talked, and soon we were hugging, then kissing.

She said that she was very drunk, but that she felt very good with me, and after a few more minutes of passionate hugging and kissing, I asked if she was with anyone.

She said, "No... I'm with you."

I suggested we leave, maybe go to the beach. Actually it was sort of a mutual suggestion.

She apologized for being so drunk, but I reassured her that it was okay, and that I'd take good care of her.

So we decided to leave. She told me she'd meet me out front when she got her things, so I waited there for her. She came out in a couple of minutes, and we got in the car, after some more hugs and kisses.

She was very warm, open, and affectionate with me, and made me feel so fine. I returned her affection and then some.

We drove to the beach, and she suggested we park just over the Westhampton Bridge.

I suggested we drive to my place to pick up a towel and blanket. By this time it was apparent and acknowledged that we'd be making love, and spending the night together.

She told me I really excited her, and I assured her it was mutual.

We got to my place. Only one light was on, in Mary's room.

I got my towel, my foam rubber pads for the back of the VW bus, and a blanket, and we headed down to Hot Dog Beach, which was closed and deserted. We took a joint and a towel up to the beach.

The moon was full, and very bright. We walked up the beach to be more secluded, and spread out the towel up by the dunes.

We decided to go swimming, but sat down to smoke the joint first. But we never got around to smoking it.

I pulled off my boots, and then my shirt, and Lyndy pulled off her blouse. Then I took off my jeans, and she did the same. Then we lay naked together, kissing and caressing, and digging each other's bodies.

She has a fine slim body, with slim legs, a tight flat belly, and nice small breasts, a perfect body to my tastes.

Another couple was walking on the beach 30 yards away or so, but we ignored them and continued our passionate caressing.

Lyndy put me inside her fairly soon, but there were some tiny bugs biting us, and they distracted her, so we decided to go down and go swimming when the other couple had disappeared over the dunes.

So we went down to the water's edge, where we stopped and hugged some more. This got more intense, and she opened herself to me there while standing together. She inserted me, and we made love standing up, in the moonlight by the water's edge.

Then I suggested she put her legs around mine, and I held her to me, supporting her full weight while deep inside of her.

We made love like this for awhile until I dropped to my knees, and after awhile still, laid her gently on her back on the sand, where we finished with a few more strokes.

It was super-fine. Lyndy was passionate and sensitive, and we both were high from the experience.

We lay on the sand for a few minutes, tenderly caressing and kissing each other, then got up to go swimming.

The water was chilly, but not too bad, and we soon dove in, and frolicked in the breakers, stopping frequently to hug and caress, for about 15 minutes. The water was refreshing and invigorating.

We finally came out, and went up to dry off. After shaking the sand off the towel, which was pretty damp, we decided to go to the cottage and take a warm shower.

So I dried off a bit, and put on my jeans, and Lyndy wrapped herself in the towel, and we grabbed the rest of our clothes and walked back to the van.

Then we drove to my house, parked, and went to the shower on the patio. By this time the house was totally dark.

We got into the shower, where we spent about twenty minutes or so, just letting the warm water and the moonlight caress us as we hugged, kissed, and caressed each other. Her face in the moonlight was beautiful. I couldn't get my fill of her.

Soon she inserted me again, while standing in the shower, but there wasn't enough lubrication to enter very far. I suggested we turn off the shower awhile and get all soapy with the scraps of soap that were there, so we did.

Soon we got together again with the soap providing ample lubrication, but we continued only for a few minutes, as it was a bit cramped standing in there.

Finally we ended our long blissful shower, and decided to sleep together in my bed in the guest house, despite the presence there of Cici, Chris, and Jonny. We crept naked into bed, and lay together getting warm and dry for a long time.

Eventually we started making love again, but I was a bit worried by the noise and didn't want to wake the kids, as they'd stirred when we came in. This distracted me, and I lost my erection, so we gave up for the time being, but continued to lay together closely and affectionately.

Finally Lyndy fell asleep, cuddled up next to me, and I lay beside her for hours as she slept, fantasizing about her and about being with her.

We'd talked earlier about love. She'd told me she was "a lover," and I told her that this is what is most important to me too. She digs falling in love, wishes you could always be in love.

I told her I fall in love easily, wasn't sure I was in love with her yet, but sure like her a lot.

Earlier still, she'd asked my age. I'd told her. I guessed hers as; 19, then 20, 18, 21, and 22, but she said she was 27. Also, she told me she'd had a baby when she was 16, who would be 10 by now. She dug babies, was thinking about having another.

She also talked about women, how they feel depressed during the last part of their period because their fallen egg hasn't been fertilized, and how they feel horny in the middle of the month when the egg has just dropped.

She told me I was so nice and loving, that she digs me a lot, and I realized that I'm crazy about her kind of affectionate loving.

I began to realize that she might be just the kind of girl I've been looking for; open, loving, affectionate, passionate, uninhibited, and fun and easy to be with, a playmate and lover. I fantasized about taking her back to California with me, and all the things we could do together there.

After letting her sleep for a couple of hours, I got lonely for her again, and began caressing her. She responded lovingly and soon awakened, nestling in my arms and warmly returning my kisses.

Soon we were making love again, first with her half on top of me, one leg in and one leg out, a very comfortable and arousing position which I could have held all night, but eventually we rolled over with me on top.

She was incredibly sensitive to my slightest movement or pressure inside her, and she seemed to have dozens of orgasms almost continuously for hours.

We made love eternally, lasting for well over an hour I'm sure, moving from one peak to another, finally coming together in blissful exhaustion.

We lay together for a long time, savoring our closeness and our affection, before finally falling asleep together. We awakened early, saw the sun rise, and slept some more.

Finally the kids got up to Chris's alarm clock, and left for Junior Sports. And soon Cici got up. I introduced her to Lyndy.

Soon Lyndy remembered that she had to be at a house she cleans by 9:30, so we got up and dressed, and I drove her first to her house in East Quogue (on Lewis Road), and then to the house in Westhampton where she does housekeeping.

We talked more on the way, reaffirmed how much we dug each other and enjoyed the night together. She's in the process of moving out of the house where she lives, and is in an unresolved situation with the guy she "sort of" lives with.

Anyway, we said we'd talk more later, try to get together after her work and go swimming together, but that she had "some things to do." So we exchanged numbers and left it so that she'd call me this afternoon.

Now we're all getting ready to go over to Penniman's Point to look around, so I'll continue this later.

5:30 PM

We finally got off on our Penniman's Point expedition around 1:30. I made it known that I wanted to get home by 3:30, as I was expecting Lyndy to call around then, and we took two cars.

We stopped first outside Lynch's gate, and were looking at the site where "the big house" had been torn down.

Mr. Lynch, the owner, happened by, and on finding out who we were, invited us in to see his house, which had been made from the old stable. It was really nice.

Then we walked over to the McAllister's, where we found Mr. McAllister, who was friendly, and showed us his place.

Then we drove down to the Leness's, found Tony Leness's wife, who welcomed us. She lived at what had been the old barn, which was also nicely fixed up and remodeled.

From there, we walked down to the Point, to one of the Griffith houses, and I walked back to bring my VW bus down. Then to the other Griffith house on the Point, where the young caretaker showed us around.

By then, it was almost 3:30, so I told everyone I was ready to leave, and since the kids were bored and anxious to go too, we left.

I came directly home, by myself, and on Dune Road near the cottage, saw Lyndy. She'd come over an hour or so earlier, had gone swimming alone, and was leaving by hitchhiking (as she'd gotten there) in her bathing suit.

I took her back to the cottage, and we decided to go for a swim together, before she had to go home and take care of things. I put on my cutoffs and we went down to the beach.

We resumed our affectionate ways, and swimming with her, embracing frequently, was a delight. We were finally getting cold, so came up to take a warm shower. The others were still not home yet, having gone to the village on errands.

Our shower together was another delightful experience. After awhile of just standing and embracing under the shower, we soaped each other up and turned off the water. Then we commenced a long period of soapy caressing and love making, finally concluded with me reaching a standing climax a half hour or so later, after we'd partially rinsed ourselves off and turned the water on again.

We finally finished our affectionate shower in another ten or fifteen minutes. Then we dried off and got dressed.

I introduced Lyndy to Betsy as I put on my shoes in the living room, then we left, and I drove her home. We passed a cute girl named Leslie on a bicycle, whom Lyndy knew, and who waved to us.

We talked a bit more about ourselves on the way to her house. I told her I had a date Wednesday night, though I'd rather be with her.

She said she'd call by tonight if she gets her things taken care of, and we could get together again.

Also on the way, I suggested she come to California.

She said she might a little later, but not in ten days. She seemed to indicate it was a real possibility. I would dig having her in California as my lover.

I'm really tired today and now, from my lack of sleep and heavy duty sexual activity, but I sure feel good about it.

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