Tales from the Big E (part 2)
I can't remember if it was last year or the year before that I had fun at the Big E, but I was trying all day today (and some of yesterday and last week too) and finally I had a little fun.
The key to Big E carney scene is simple-- know where to look, how to look, and lower your damn standards. Well, at least that's the key for me. The ideal place to prowl in behind the midway and between the Grange fair. This is where there are an abundance of trailers and families and folks LIVING for the week. Dress very very low-key. I went for the mid-west look with blue jeans, my old "70's" denim jacket and a white T-shirt and a cowboy hat. For those who know me, you know that is not my "look," but trust me-- it is the way to get around in the margins at the Big E.
The first person I met was Natalie, she was late 40's and was making herself some dinner inside her motor home. She was coming back with a case of water from somewhere and I helped her carry it. She was incredibly kind, despite looking a bit ragged and speaking with a raspy voice that could only have come from a pack a day plus habit for decades. I has a beer in her trailer and I met a few other folks there-- all very accommodating. As I was leaving, I noticed Meg. She was also in her thirties, but I was intrigued by her jeans with the zipper up the rear and what I could see of the colorful tattoo over her back. I walked up to her and made conversation. She initially asked a lot of questions. I answered them (all with some degree of truth) and then I offered to buy her a beer. She agreed, but her idea was to go to her motor home and for me to give her a few bucks for the case she already had. Fine by me. I gave her ten bucks (which clearly was too much because I got a "look" when I gave the bill to her). The beer was Coors in a can. Not warm, but not really cold either. The cigarettes she shared with me were some Indian brand I have never seen before which she said she gets by the mulit-cartonful when she is in New Mexico. mmmmm delicious (not).
I did not hide my interest in her and told her right off that I found her attractive and that I could not get my mind off the zipper at the back of her pants and wanting to see the rest of her tattoo. Well, I have to admit, it took no work after that. Unfortunately, her motor home was kinda filthy. her bed was a 4 inch thick (if that) piece of hard foam covered with a wrinkled blood red linens and pillows of various size and shapes thrown, well, everywhere. her clothes came off pretty quickly after she shut the deadbolt on the trailer door. The tattoo was pretty amazing, by the way-- xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. She had two pierced nipples, a belly button ring and more tattoos on her arm, shoulder and both legs.
She loved DFK (although she tasted a little like an ash-tray washed out with stale beer), but her body was okay. Some small stretch marks on her stomach told me there were kids, well, somewhere. But again, she was a nicely figured, trim girl otherwise (stood about 5'4, my guess is she weighed about 110-115).
Beats me why, but I went down on her and she LOVED that. I guess carney guys don't do that much. She was trimmed well with a little patch left in the shape of a "V." I kid you not, I think I tasted tobacco in her pussy (but it might have been a residue from all of her kissing). I ate and fingered her for quite a while as she really seemed to be enjoying it. She would expel little bursts of air and shudder when she came (and it was a big turn on). She had a very nicely shaped, wet pussy. After about the fourth or fifth time she came, she motioned for me to lay back. She then gave me a very mediocre CBJ (my insistence). But the nicest part was fucking her missionary with her holding me passionatley and cumming like crazy-- kissing me all the while. I blew inside her and she continued to kiss me. I worry that I will show some marks on my nipples or neck from her kissing & sucking... Not yet, thankfully (but my nipples are sore from her sucking them).
Afterward, we both drank a few beers and smoked Indian cigarettes. She told me her roommated would be back soon-- I got the cue and asked for her digits. I got them-- Indiana area code! I might see her much later tonight. My guess is she will like that. (She likes Jack Daniels-- she made sure to tell me that. And pot too).
I do enjoy the Big E. It takes perseverence and work (and a season's pass), but I have had similar luck in the past too. Just dress the part and be quiet, dull, and kind.
[sorry for the edit-- but I realized I might be giving away few too many identifying features and I don't want to get her (or me) in any hot water!]
Better than Master Charge
Had a rare free Monday and got a call from an old friend at MG, so off the Springfield I go! OMG could it have been any slower! The good news is little money was flowing so the bargain basement was open. Did 3 dances with my friend but declined the CR. Was hoping to turn opportunity into TO but she had already made plans.
Another dancer, would not have ever called her a friend, was suddenly giddy to see me, even starting to play with "my little friend" (Scarface platinum available today) while asking for a dance. Did 2/3 of the first song and announced "that was a warm up, no charge". Did 2 more with serious grinding, lots of hand actions, and just a fleeting DATY. Then it gets strange, considering this woman has been cordial but never overly friendly in the past. She asks for a ride home in lieu of a cab. No problem. She is having another dancer stay with her so can I take them both to her place? No Problem. Do I want to go to a party with them in CT instead of going home? Please wake me up!! She puts her number into my cell and runs upstairs to change. And there the story ends. Her friend doesn't know me and declines the ride. I do get a call saying they decided to go to sleep, but who knows.
So I cruise Main and Belmont at 330am. Find Heather, mid 20s I am guessing, permed brunette with a beret, sweetface, small a's, smells very good. Asking .25bj/.50fs. Off we go to a spot of her choosing. Surprised by no cop check, but when I asked, she notes "kinda late for that now". Service is good but limited to the little guy, no attention to the boys, but what do you want for a car date? Says she is usually out about then, no digits but worth a return trip!
Total damage: Brownie points for rescuing a Friend in Need: .60
Taking an old friend to the next level with
a nice preview/taste: .60
Saving on declined CR: $$.85 (-)
BBBJCIM .25
Heading home with $$ in my pocket: priceless
Life is but a dream!!
Be Safe all!
TN
Oh Ken, she needs you now...
Picked up Barbie. It's been a while. Looks like she is back to using big time. I wonder what happened to the "you-know-who" who was "protecting" her?
She looked kinda bad. Took her away anyhow. I decided I did not want any part of her getting too close to me. Settled on a hand job, but she wanted me to fuck her. It wasn't to get more cash fro me-- I only had 20 bucks. She said she needed it. Well, Brotherstrang, you know I have been there before, and I know you have too-- her snatch was so stinky and rotten that I just could not endulge. Smelled like a rotting pile of compost. Jesus, she needs to wash that thing in Lysol or Listerine or something.
So, back to the hand job with a facial finish with swallow. All without my cock entering her mouth!
Barbies is back and smellier than ever.