Access Denied: Leotard

I like to refer to leotards as APD’s, Anti-Pussy Devices. Other APD’s includes grandma panties, multiple layers of clothing, maxi pads/tampons, and other items all designed to make your journey to the box, greater than it should be. Little did I know a leotard, knee high boots, and several layers of shirts would all lead to my blue balls, but ah well…can’t get em’ all….atleast not on the first night….

I met shortie on facebook (the Michigan Undresser profile for this blog). She commented on my statuses a few times, so I checked out her pics and she had a nice look to her. After we send some ol’ bs notes, I told her to give me her number, but expectantly, she declined. After all, she had never even seen my face. Easy fix.

I sent her 3 pics. Her next message…..included her number. She was cute in her pics, but I wasn’t really going off that. Her words got me more. The way she referred to different things make me take an non-cyber world interest in her. I sent her a text a few times, nothing major. Then we had our first convo and I dug her thought process. I initially thought she went to school near me, but turns out she’s all the way out in the boondocks. Just My Luck.

After I dropped off “The Knitter”, I called Leotard to see what she was up to. Turns out she was visiting her people down at Wayne State. I told her I was coming down there to see her and she green lighted it. When I got down there, I was on the phone with some other girl, standing on Anthony Wayne Dr. waiting for her to come out. I saw her come out the door, then we walked towards eachother. I was pleasantly surprised at how little her pictures had done her justice. Sometimes, shit, most of the time, people look better on the internet, but she looked much more attractive in person. Her big smile had me feeling some type of way, and those titties….oh yes those titties sat up so pretty. I gave her hug and we walked back to South Hall, but decided to just chill in my car and talk for a minute.

Convo flowed pretty easily and we just laughed at eachother. I found it funny how she hoed her old boyfriend for not giving her enough space, lol. I thought all women wanted was a nice, faithful, brother, who just wanted to be around them….guess not. As I tried not to stare at her titties the whole conversation, I just went off on a lot of various topics. She seemed entertained by my tangents. As I found out a little more about her, her stats started to intrigue me. Education and career wise, she was taking care of biz.

I watched the young college girls walk past, commenting on each and every one of them. We both noticed the ass on this one chick in some white pants, which led me to ask if she was a pussy diver. She said no, but she’d be open to let another chick lick on her box if she was feeling her. Future Green Light, lol. I walked her back to the door and we stood outside South Hall for a minute, while I starred at some other girls who kept smiling at me. I told her, “I’m about to find you a chick to lick the box….right now.” She drug me away as I commented to one of the girls walking past. “Damn she’s cute, let’s get her.” The other girl smiled and turned around, showing me the little tank she had on deck. I let her continue on into the building though, as my focus was on Leotard.

Somehow, I ended up kidnapping her and taking her to Belle Isle. Yup, DEAD ASS BELLE ISLE on a Sunday evening. PERFECT. I was about to try shortie. Same ol, 10 minutes later she’s laid down in the front seat, getting her titties sucked. Damn my routine is redundant…..yet, so effective, lol. I noticed that her breathing patterns changed, and her heart beat faster when I sucked on her nipples. I felt like that was my way in…..but it didn’t get me anywhere.

Then, I noticed something was wrong when I tried to go up her shirt….I couldn’t. There was no break at the waist. What the heck was wrong? She had on a damn leotard. A leotard, some high ass boots, 3 tank top shirts…the works. This is the type of outfit that you have to make the lady super thirsty for dick to get her out of. If it’s easy to get to the box, sometimes you can just rub on her clit and get her mind open, but with all these APD’s, I was set up to lose from the jump.

I got her to get into the backseat, but by reading the blog, she obviously was onto the setup. Nothing worked. I tried my darnest to get this woman as horny as possible, but she wasn’t having it. “What’s up?” I asked. “Sometimes you wanna fuck somebody, sometimes you don’t wanna fuck somebody, and sometimes you do wanna fuck somebody, you just don’t want to fuck them right then,” she replied. I took that to mean…..”you’re not getting any pussy.” I still don’t realize the point in waiting to have sex. It’s not like she lives around the corner…I very well may never see her again, and that was one of her points. Giving me the box to not see me again for months would be a bad look, especially if she liked it. Point taken.

I took her back to the dorms and some hoodrat called me sounding ridiculously ghetto. We both laughed at her thirst when I told I’d call her back. “No, why?”…..I just thought that was hilarious for a grown woman to say when a man said they’d call her back.

She left Monday morning, so who knows if I’ll ever make that 45 minute trip up there to go see her. She did assure me that if she ever did invite me all the way up there, there would be no access denied issues. I can live with that. Perhaps if I can find another girl or two to up there with me (or pick up on the way), the ride won’t be so bad.

So to Ms. Leotard…..next time I see you, if you have that shit on, I’m leaving. Point Blank.

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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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