It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.
DAMN BRO. A+++.
I need to sample this one! Please, you or anyone for info on this one, I would like to sample. I will gladly owe you several contacts for this one.
Ran into Belinda the other day, 40 ish brown / grey hair WSW. Opted for BBBJTC for the standard as it was the first time that saw her. Good skills and aimed to please, she was into doing it the way I liked it. Did give her the FIV and she was clean and good to go. Wanted to get her # but at the time she didn't have a phone, if you get her treat her good and if you get the number be sure to pass it on.
I ran into her the other night around midnight. Lucky me she wasn't high but she did start her normal whine. I stood my ground and she was able to full fill my needs at standard rates plus a tip. Took her back and dropped her off on Fairhaven. Didn't ask for her #. She's just not reliable. Stand your ground with her or drop her off.
It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.
Your next assignment is to titty fuck this HO and then write your Master's dissertation about that experience. Best of Luck! BP.
I met an Amber, 28,5'4", about 120-130 lbs, B cups, brunette with pretty thick and long hair. Had her name tattooed on her left arm I think. Few burn marks and signs of usage all over her arms.
I've been looking for her for a while now.
Would this be her?
She has grey eyes that bug out, she was around Sunday afternoon.
It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.
Damn Bro! Great report and actually an inspiration that rejuvenated my hopes of having an average to great experience with one of these ladies again.
I met an Amber, 28,5'4", about 120-130 lbs, B cups, brunette with pretty thick and long hair. Had her name tattooed on her left arm I think. Few burn marks and signs of usage all over her arms.
It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.
I have read this three times. It gets better every time I read it! Bravo for your writing skills! I love it!
a little blonde with a sun tattoo around her belly button
It was a dreary day, grey sky punctuated by intermittent rain. The location of the event was equally bitter and wretched. Faces visaged in suspicion greeted passerby with subtle hostility. Patches of road work and minor sidewalk repair that never seemed to complete dotted the landscape. An obscure little village tugged precarious between a major highway and a busy thoroughfare.
It was once a place of lofty dreams and high expectations. But today, it's just a sad shell of what it once was. Whatever little left in ways of hopes and dreams fettered with the last of the great urbanization and degentrification that took place long ago, and now, only despair.
I believe someone on this thread had once gregariously bestowed the colorful moniker of "immoral area" to describe its despondency. An apt name for this forsaken little village. But to the rest of us, it's just place, a simple point of reference designated on the map as "Morrell Park. ".
With the coming of dusk, so goes any meaningful visibility other than spotty street lamps providing feeble illumination to an equally feeble place.
Once acclimate to the gloom of the local, a person's sense inevitably become acute towards the dissimilar. And in this case, as striking a contrast as a glitter in pitch-darkness, Megan meandered wearily down the sidewalk, oblivious to the imposed, and in a world of her own.
Car horns blared and mongers gawked in predatory silence. The locals tutted and howled with all the unfeeling arrogance of young thugs. But Megan simply ignored them all with equal apathy.
I was no different than any other gawker, lusting, partaking in the whole cliche. But I found myself far less graceful in the art of mongering then the rest as the right front wheel of my aging SUV became wedged in deep ruts on a haphazardly patched curb. Where the hell was the roadwork sign?!
"You almost hit me. You fucking asshole!" Megan exclaimed with her hands up in the air. Total embarrassment was followed by awkward silence as I gaped at her. "What the hell are you looking at?" Megan sized me up with a smirk. I wasn't exactly sure what she'd said next, only that I nodded foolishly at her probing gesture.
I also didn't realize just how attractive Megan was until she was already in the car sitting next to me strapping on her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here. " she contended matter of factly. I nodded in agreement as I put the large vehicle in drive. But something was dragging underneath the SUV, imbedding my forward movement. Suddenly, in a rash of crushing noise, I glanced back into my rear view mirror, and the realization. A mangled roadwork sign was now laying flat on the street behind me. Oops!
"So, where to?" Megan batted an eye at me with a barely contained giggle.
After a moment of hesitation, still a bit flustered over the embarrassment, I nodded suggestively at a pair of glowing golden arches in the distant yonder "Would you like to go for some treats, first? "Sure, double fudge Sunday with nuts" came the resounding responds, and a broad smile of unfeigned delight.
In between licking and slurping on her frozen treat, I'd learned that we're both fans of the Cinema, and amazingly much of the same genre. She'd taken a particular interest in my passing hobby as she queried with question after inquisitive questions in the arena of ScreenWriting. We had a real good time rapping on the finer points of what a good film should be. Megan has a real thirst for knowledge, and a witty sense to parlay. I liked her.
The drive to our destination were riveted with stories of her past, punctuated by vague road directions almost as a second thought, while she finished the last of her apple pies. For a person of her petite stature, Megan can sure pack away some food!
It took us a bit longer to arrive at our destination then the location would have dictated. But once there, we'd found a nice secluded spot hidden snuggly between a clump of trees and a large dumpster adjacent to a row of warehouses with nil a moment to spare as the sky opened up with all its fury. The merciless pelting from the torrential downpour sounded as if a giant piece of canvas were being slowly ripped apart by the hands of god.
She's not a pretty car, my SUV, more function then beautiful. Bertha as I'd gotten to call her, and that term of endearment was bestowed the old fashion way, she'd earned it. Bertha doesn't feel jealousy, nor does she impart morel judgment, all she wanted to do was to serve, to provide comfort and safety to her occupant.
Where Bertha exult unwavering dependability. Megan was young, exhilarating, and undoubtedly fickle, as she was beautiful.
"Ok, so, what are we doing, now?" Megan nodded shyly as the interior LED illuminated her striking features. "Well, heck darling, if you had to ask? I throw up my hands with a playful shrug. Besides, all pleasantries aside, what had she thought that we came here to do anyway?
Megan hesitated for a moment as she pursed her lips "I would like to be kissed. Before I get fucked" she added curtly with a fawning grin. I was again at a lost for words. And to say I like Megan's wit would be an understatement, she's got sprite.
With her mouth slightly agape, Megan looked appraisingly at me in a sultry visage. Uncertain of what to expect, I leaned tentatively closer to her, but half expecting her to pull away. However, Megan adjusted her posture, then in a forward thrusting motion, her luscious lips found mine in a mild collision. The instant transfer of sensation through nerve ending of our lips and tongues were dizzying. Maybe I dig her more than I'd thought, or dared to admit. She really seemed to enjoy making out. And so did I.
Panting, caressing and fondling. The Oxytocin induced euphoria was electrifying!
My manhood grew and swelled with every subtle stroke and the vivacious caressing of her velvety hand. The burgeoning of my cock was absolutely undeniable as Megan unzipped my jeans. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she went down on me.
I breathe out in exasperation as my shaft became as hard as steel in the temperate wetness of her nurturing mouth. Megan's oral prowess was breathtaking as she was unrelenting. Slow, fast, faster, she changed position and speed at will, coaxing gobble of uncontrolled per-cum from my inordinately erect cock.
With one last savory motion, Megan pulled my engorged cock slowly out of her moist mouth with a muted pop. "Mmmmm." as she smacked her lips, relishing the taste as if it were the sweet treat she'd hungrily devoured earlier.
With a firm grip tightly around my throbbing shaft, "not yet, baby" she looked up at me with a crooked little smile that's sure to melt ice " are you ready to give to me?
"Yeah." as I nodded between shallow breathes. Wearing a fawning grin, Megan mounted me and guided my unyielding cock into her moist, clean shaven love-box in one continuous motion. It was totally out of my hands at that point, not that it ever was as her silken snatch glided smoothly up and down on my glistening rod like a well lubed piston. "C'Mon. Baby. Oh, yeah." as Megan chanted with sweet nothings.
I shifted my gaze between her bewitching eyes, her pouty lips, and finally settling on her perfectly shaped breasts, which at this point was oscillating out of control!
While my cock, still embedded deep in her, Megan pivoted, spun around, adjusting her gait into a Reverse Cowgirl position, all with the grace of a ballerina. Then with both of her feet planted firmly on the floorboard, and her right arm leveraged against the headrest, Megan moved up and down rhythmically, gliding on my cock, hips gyrating in what I could only described as a squatting action. It must be experienced to be believed! She was just showing off at this point. Absolutely amazing!
It was as if Megan had been transformed into this sex crazed she-creature conjured from the dark depth of some hedonistic fantasy. And all I could do was hang on for dear life.
Outside, the storm continued. But inside, the wrath of nature was nothing more than a muted drumroll adding to the placid hum of the SUV's climate control, a concussive symphony building it's way up to a climax.
Her forehead beads of sweat. Her chest heaved of shallow breathes. Megan's demand wasn't a simple assertion derived from false pretenses, but rather something primal from deep within. A desire as self-serving as the need to breath. Something sear inside her coming to a boil "I want to feel your cum inside me." she panted.
As inevitable as the sunrise in the morning, the incoming tide crashing against the shore at dusk, I exploded unabashedly inside her with all the anger and pleasure rolled up in one. Over and over again, pumping her uncontrollably with load after prodigies loads of hot cum.
"Oh my god, I felt that!" Megan exclaimed in delight as her gyrating hips demanded every last drop of warmth from my spasming cock.
The storm had subsided. And in its still silence, my senses felt so alive! The beating of our hearts, the discern quiver of her body against mine and the gentle purr of contentment as I caressed her bareback.
How long? Five minutes? Five hours?. I pondered as we laid static on top of the SUV's plush upholstery. An eternity could have passed for all I cared as Megan breathe softly next to my ear.
Tomorrow may be damned, but right here, right now, I have everything I need.
I smiled knowingly as I gazed out into the darkness.
Note; the attached photos were taken during our subsequent interludes.
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