Where do one find a good punt in Stellenbosch?

Next to the road on the way to Cloetesville....

LOL

Outside the Dros at closing time. The ladies that had a drink or two too many ?

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Just remembered this story. A lifetime ago.

On Wednesday nights it was Sokkie night. The boys residences would be invited to the girls residences for a good old sokkie.

Sokkie = langarm dancing

My first year and havent been to Arthur Murray yet. But lus vir dancing. This was one way of meeting the girls. They would sit next to the wall (wallflowers) and we would focus on one and move in to ask for a dance. The trick was to make eye contact with her, and the fuck up is when the one song finishes, scramble across to her to ask for the next dance. The rule was always if she keeps eye contact, you are good to go.

If she breaks eye contact, rather divert to Plan B.

Anyway, as I came into the room, my eyes swept the room in that nonchalant James Bond kind of look, and was immediately drawn to a girl with boobs that were showing a little more cleavage than what was fashionable. Remember we are talking a long time ago.

Our eyes met and I felt my feet drawn to her like a magnet. As I approached, she got up and met me along the floor. Sweeping her in my arms I said : Goeienaand. She said Good evening and there all my conversation dried up. This boertjie had problems with the English tongue.

But then I suddenly had a bigger problem. This girl curled her hand in my hair and brought me close to her, virtually straddling my leg. Dancing steps were out the window as I realised I am rising. She kept on moving herself against me and the thin material of my sweat pants was almost non existent.

This was like a proper lap dance, only I did not know that. Halfway through the record, I exploded. Those days I was fast on the draw.

She realised something happened and pressed closer. My pants were light grey, and the underpants could not really stem the flow, so a big kol of wetness was forming to the right of my dick. The record stopped and I stepped back. She smiled and said we need to sort this out.

Stepping in front of me with her ass firmly pressed against me, we walked out of the room to the nearest darkest corner. There she devoured me and left me to run back to res as fast as my wet pants allowed.

To this day the only other person that knew about this was my nerdie roommate, who first thought I pissed in my pants.

I saw her again on campus, she was a third year with a moerse boyfriend, but we smiled when we passed each other.

Fuck, those were the days....

INL, you sure have rattled some fine memory gages now! The good old days of "sokkies" and serenades! Carefree and fun days!

If Only

The serenades were great. Usually one good singer and the rest just returned from the Dros or a braai.

And some sokkies were epic. Met so many really lovely girls there. Quickly realised that if you can string two dance steps together, you become like a celebrity.


Those were really the days. I thoroughly enjoyed mine.

Sitting here with a big grin on my face.

Stellies. 19voertsek

Then there were the "smokers"! The braai was secondary to the girls, beer and wine! Through all of this we finished our studies while having tons of fun!

Apologies for going off topic! It's called nostalgia!

On 2017-12-04 20:28:06 I never learn said:
Outside the Dros at closing time. The ladies that had a drink or two too many ?

Wow, this is disturbing.