Skipped recons Wednesday & stayed in.
With Claire (report 4742) texting around lunchtime agreed for a meet around 6:00 at Eastport carts. My Friday was open so with time to burn the copilot & I took the unhurried route home Sandy>82nd>JCB around 5:15+-.
On Sandy at Indian place driveway were a BSW & WSW duo...
WSW was pushing the pork pudge in red shorts outfit & short black jacket.
BSW was in animal print shorts & black bikini top & sweater. Because she was more tolerable BMI wise, rate her the better of the pair.
Still between the two the bar was already 'kinda on the lower end...
La Parilla had a trio of tarts...
Showing some tact in the heavy commuter traffic & hanging back from avenue some The tall fine long dark haired long legged WSW from Tuesday night recon was in tight jeans & heels. Missed another picture due to traffic...
One skinny younger BSW in acid wash jean shorts & brown sweater above heels. She looks bald in my photo yet I think it's a creative & frugal use of the leftover jean acid wash on her upper locks. I immediately knicknamed her "twotone" Laughs...
One WSW younger brunette in camo pants pink jacket above boots. Her backpack 'sorta matched her jacket.
Yawns all around from the driver despite the appeal of long haired & legged WSW brunette. That ass & legs should be in Paris at the Louvre...
All the above had some early bird McFlurriers expressing some desire yet none of the three snagged an invitation in the five or ten minutes I was observing. A boatload of obvious window talking from "twotone" & the pink jacketed one right on 82nd.
I must have caught the former side of "For every one of you that say no, three will say yes" time period. Fighting an eye roll & laughing as we head Southbound...
Sunny had a heavily blue eye shadowed medusa haired type SSBSW in black one piece who with her bingo wings a flapping gave me a retarded looking smile along with a wave. One of few BSW minus Halloween false eyelashes. Yet still invoked laughs...
My target for the evening wasn't where she said she'd be. Regardless of the four day backup predominating my mindset stuck to my strict self-imposed waiting period after it had expired & left. Headed home with nothing gained but not much lost...
At Dar Ron spotted one of the long time Flavel Fuglies WSW hoofing it South. To my vexation I know I've seen this thick bulldog faced beast out at every day or night for close to two decades.
Headed for the barn thinking more about a beer & some pasta with Nonna's marinara sauce.
Had just dropped tailgate & grabbed tools when my phone went off with a "I'm at the carts where are you Zavi". Texting back "I was there". After a few more exchanges of text banalities we (or I) figured she was at carts a block South of there. I'd been waiting at Francis while she was at Lafayette. SMDHS. Putting communication semantics aside headed down that direction & scooped with no problem. Again minimal makeup looking lowkey in jeans & black tank top. Gave me a hug & some deep flickering tongue when in truck. So far so good...
In a more comfortable & lascivious frame of mind soon after we were at my place she'd stripped off jeans & top & was down to her panties. More involved than previous encounter she soon had panties off & posed before we hopped in tub for a quick shower. Before I'd even turned the water on was sucking me off. Still not the best at head but hey head is head. Since both of us were slightly tangy plus not feeling it totally I disengaged for a soapy shower where my fingers soon had her gasping as I paid extra attention to her fuzzy twinkle & perfect donut. A long session of DATY on that freshly washed pussy with some exploratory back door fingers & tongue followed by a perfectly timed g spot that had her squirming then pulling me into her deep. Filled her up with my four days' worth all too quickly.
Finally got around to drinks & I invited her to stay for dinner. Opened some cabernet as sauce simmered & sourdough warmed & I put her to work making a salad as we drank. Ate as we watched a movie for a couple hours until we were back in bed. More of the same until she flipped into doggie & cheered me on to "fuck both her holes". Alternated stabbing between the two. Had some Le Mans type endurance yet as she nutted & spasmed very vocally around me. I soon followed & colonized the dark planet with my dead swimmers deep in that sweet ass.
Claire soon fell fast asleep. I took another quick showed & did dishes. Still asleep. Figuring my place is better (marginally LOL) than her place said fuck it & let her sleep & soon after the copilot & I joined her. Woke up to fucking freezing house & got some coffee & heat flowing. After some coffee & toast. One last morning round before dropping her off around 10:00, 140.00 richer & with a spare sleeping bag + a fleece jacket my crazy coast ex left here years ago. I headed for home to see if I could get the firewood & kindling that I've been procrastinating on stowing in the basement stacked there before the rain started in earnest. I did but the copilot walk after was another story. Luckily I don't mind the smell of rainy season copilot in the morning...
Recon Soundtrack: Creedence Clearwater Revival Fillmore West, SF. July 4, 1971.
I remember sitting in my bedroom smoking some raspy ass homegrown with my first Teac cassette deck recording the KSAN- FM marathon broadcast of the Fillmore West closing. For some unknown reason it's the only CCR I have on disc...
[URL]https://archive.org/details/creedence-clearwater-revival-fillmore-sf-1971-ksan/00_07[/URL]+Fortunate+Son-Commotion_unknown. Mp3.
Safe recons & life.
