The Jazz Session

21. Beautiful brown skin. Ridiculously gorgeous smile (co-signed by the entire world). Full Lips. Real Hair. Well dressed. She’s well mannered and driven, hailing from successful suburban parents, but Jazz just isn’t what she used to be……to me.

I’ve know Jazz for a LONG time. Atleast 3 years now. I knew her before my main and almost every girl that I still talk to. The only girl that would remember her is Tiffany (just because she knows almost everybody). She was on the 05 A-Team and I must admit, the girl had me open. She quite possibly, the most attractive girl I’ve ever came across. Her smile was the best I’ve seen since….”Smiles.” Flawless. Her whole face, flawless. Hair past her shoulders. No face deceivers (aka makeup), just naturally beautiful skin. She was bad.

But now, Jazz isn’t so Jazzy. She’s still fine to me, but I just don’t see her in the same innocent light. She talks with her hands now, you know that hood shit. She still speaks proper, but the talking hands drive me crazy. She went and got 2 tats (so far) and that really broke my heart. Why in the world can’t I find a woman that doesn’t have AND doesn’t want any tats??!! I don’t even have a girl, not ONE (atleast not one who I like more than sex) that doesn’t have a tattoo. She drinks and she’s always at the casino (I see what you were talking about Hate2Love). I guess there’s a club at one of them or something. All of that just put her in a new light to me.

The first day I met her, we had a long “date”, that ended with me not fucking her. I was sick about it. I vowed that I’d have her….one day. Eventually, months and months later, I eventually fucked her, but that was almost 2 years ago. We rarely talk and even though she’s been off the A-Team for like a year, I still held her in pretty high regard. She just bullshitted, A LOT. I learned a long time ago that if a woman really wants to see you, she will make sure she sees you. She wasn’t doing that. We had a lot of potential hookups that never happened because she canceled. I guess I could have gotten her to come over a few times, but I didn’t allow her to come over here either. Come to think of it, I loose a lot of pussy because I don’t let girls come over my house.

Well one of the recent free days, she hit me up and asked if she could see me after work. Keeping in mind, I’ve known this girl for about 3 years and I’d only fucked her once. It was less because I couldn’t, and more because we were never alone together. Since she’s already met my grandma, I decide to have her meet me over there. My grandma wasn’t at home though, so we just kicked it on the porch, talking about how we’ve been and stuff like that.

I grab my keys and we go downtown to the riverfront. I know Jabs is probably reading this, like DO YOU TAKE EVERYONE THERE?, no baby, lol. Besides me not going in public ever with anyone who’s not A-Team’ing it up, I just love to go down there and……talk about people. I’m like a narrator for everything going on. All the couples, all the little groups of dudes plotting on girls. All the girls acting like they don’t want to be bothered. EVERYTHING, I find it hilarious. I don’t say anything bad, I just say what I see. I guess that’s why I can only go with certain people, because some women can’t stand to hear me say “damn, she got a big butt” when I’m talking about another woman, but my more secure lady friends don’t care. We have fun with it. They know I’m not going to actually go approach another woman, I’m just talking ish. I like it more when they talk shit too, we just vibe off eachother.

Anyway, so Jazz and I are down there on the riverfront chillin, talking about how bad I need a nice boat filled with beautiful topless women, lol. We literally had everybody walking past us cracking up as we narrated the situations. We saw a group of young dudes getting ready to talk to some girls. They were getting their game ready, “so you get the fat one”, “nah man, you get her”. The entire group of girls ended up ignoring all of them, lol. When they walked past us, I told them that was mean, and they started to laugh. One of the girls said, “if it would have been you, I would have stopped.” Well damn.

Ok, enough about that, Jazz and I made our way back to the car. It’s dark out by now and she’d already been leaning all over me most of the day. I ask her what’s up with the box, and she was acting shy. She we tried to figure out a place and she already told me she wasn’t having sex in my car a long time ago. I’m laid up against my car in the parking lot, and she’s laying on me. I’m grabbing her ass and she’s rubbing my back. Oddly enough, I was thinking about Jabs while this was going on. Anyway, I was telling her how bad I wanted to fuck her and said, “aren’t you tired of fucking in the same ol’ places, the same ol’ beds.” She said yes. GREEN LIGHT.

We go to a nearby park that she never knew existed, as most people don’t. It’s quiet, it’s clean, it’s in a rich neighborhood (yes they have those in Detroit), and most importantly, NOBODY IS THERE AT NIGHT. We go towards the water and go sit on a bench. We caked for a little while before I had her sit on my lap. She had on a long shirt, well just long enough to go past her ass and some leggings. She leaned back against my chest as I kissed on her neck, running my hands across her breast. Her nipples were rock hard as I gently pinched them. I had her stand up and I removed her leggings and panties. I took the condom out of my pocket and rolled it down. She sat back down on my dick and slowly began to bounce and grind.

It didn’t seen like she was having fun though, so I stood up and bent her over. I raised her dress and slid in as she gripped the top part of the bench. I stroked her slowly, eventually speeding up and going hard. We could see cars off in the distance but we didn’t stop. I grabbed her hair into a ponytail with my left hand as I smacked her ass with my right hand. “Fuck me harder daddy,” she moaned out.

The sex was on point, BUT, there was a problem. The damn mosquitos. THEY WERE EATING ME ALIVE. I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like I got 20 bites for every 5 strokes, I just couldn’t make it work. She didn’t say anything about it, but after I stopped and told her way, she agreed she was getting fucked up out there too. Next stop, the car.

Back seat HEAT. As with every girl, she complained that she couldn’t ride me like she wanted to in the back. “You need a truck, or a van,” she suggested. I found this quite funny coming from a girl who told me 5 months ago that she wasn’t having sex in a car. I laid her on the seat and put her legs on my shoulders and I tried to tear up her insides. She almost pulled my rear jacket hanger off the damn roof. The more she cried out, the harder I hit it. I laid her on her stomach with her legs together and pushed inside, I could tell she was really feeling this. “You better not fucking stop *******, DON’T STOP”.

Wait, telling me don’t stop, makes my dick think it has the green light to cum. I had to tell her to shut the fuck up or this would be over in the next 2 seconds. I look at her right hand and this girl has the damn seat belt tied up into her first. Her body shook slightly and I pulled out just enough to see her cream all over the condom. That’s the motivation I needed.

I made her get on top of me and talked shit as she rode me. I grabbed the back of her neck as she kissed mine, switching my hands to grab her ass. “Cum for me daddy”……….AHHHHHHHH. I shot so much damn cum, I thought the condom would run over. Damn it, I was out of wet wipes.

Now darn it, that was fun. I took Jazz back to her car and she seemed pretty darn satisfied. I saved her number in my phone and went on my way.

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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JD

2/24/2010

Sounds like the park over by Manoogian mansion…mosquitos there ended an outdoor session for me, too! Haha

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The Undresser Reply:
February 24th, 2010 at 1:18 pm

close, but not quite.

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