Dreaming in Denver

(7)

Kootch is dreaming her brains out. As I sit here thinking about her I remember the first time my attention was drawn to her: It was at the Shiroi AFB Airmen's Club sometime in 1955. I had drunk a Tiger (Maylasian) beer and I was watching the folks performing on the elevated dance floor. At some point a glorious Japanese lady was spun around by her dancing pardner and I saw the stuff which we usually do not see: beautiful legs and magnificant white panties. I was stunned.

I mustered the courage to go over to her table and ask her for a dance. She accepted. It was a 'slow dance,' a waltz. I smelled her and she smelled me in that slow dance and soon she was sitting at my table. I bought her a drink, a Signapore Sling. We made a pact to search each other out the next week.

She returned to the Airmen's Club next week and recognized me immediately and I suggested that we ought to meet each other off-base. She agreed. We did that in a memorable all-night walk (in Shimbashi?) where we plumbed the depths of each other's souls. We literally walked all night talking to each other. We ended up at 'Fukuchans,' a Japanese hotel, where I fucked her.

It was our first intercourse. We were both virgins.