When I was in highschool in 2003, my friends and I used to traverse a nearby park that had a huge tower (which, unfortunately, was set fire by some thundering fuck teenagers just a few years ago). I am not certain the exact nature of the tower, but it was a great look-out point to experience the awe-inspiring pleasantries the park and surrounding forests offered. I used to walk to this park without my friends from time to time and climb the tower, just to relax. It took a good few minutes to climb to the top, mind you.

Well, one summer afternoon I decided I needed a bit of a break from reality and took a book with me to read at the top of the tower. The park was practically empty on this particular day and I thought nothing of the lack of cars in the parking area. I made my way to the tower and begun my ascent up. Upon climbing half-way, I started hearing some rather peculiar sounds. At first I thought it was just the local wildlife -- the sound reminded me of the noise a raccoon makes when frightened. I hesitated momentarily, but shrugged it off and continued up. Upon getting even closer, the noises got more audible and this time a higher pitched noise sacked my saccules and tickled my utricles. These noises were more pleasant and actually piqued my curiosity. It was a very windy afternoon; however, so again I thought nothing of it and made my way to the top.

Upon reaching the top, there was sort of a "trap door" like entrance you had to enter through to access the huge circular platform to overlook the surroundings. As I went through this door, I noticed there were a pair of blue jeans hanging down on the side. I was definitely taken aback by this, but I had seen articles of clothing up there before. As I raised my head up through the trap door, I spotted them. A couple, completely naked, engaged in sex. I will never forget this image. The male was on top of the female -- and mind you, this was a good looking couple, probably sophomore in college age range. However, there was one issue. Firstly, since they were engaged in the Missionary position, my first glimpse was of the gluteus maximus of the male. I was taken aback in absolute sheer horror, not only of my intrusion on their sexual act upon this majestic tower, but of the acne that absolutely riddled this poor gentleman's buttocks. Picture the greasiest, most disgusting festering taint you could imagine and put it on a college male's butt cheeks. Thrusting away half-heartedly, seemingly oblivious to my arrival.

I was like a meercat peeking out of its hole, as just my head was peaking through the trap door. I could not look away, of course, despite the horrific nature of the pimply beast -- there was still a naked, extremely attractive female on the bottom of that crater. After what seemed like an eternity of watching, and a raging toner in my own frontal region, I pushed all the way up and on the platform. They noticed me at once and scrambled into a standing position. I had a full frontal view of one of the most awe-inspiringly beautiful exposed genitalia that I had ever seen. She was like a flower in full bloom. The male scoffed at me, grabbed his clothes, covered up his lover, and quickly retreated from the tower top. I couldn't help to notice a quick glance from the female and, to this day, what I believe to be a quick wink.

I often wonder what happened to this couple and that enchantingly divine woman. She was the first girl I had ever seen naked and, even to this day, no matter how I try I just can't get her out of my mind and when I sleep I visualize her.

Of course, despite the good aspects of this encounter, anytime I see an acne riddled teen, the image of that horrific buttocks enters my mind and I am left shriveled in the genitalia area.