Oh What A Night Pt. 1

I appreciate a woman who knows what she wants; it helps to eliminate wasted time and bullshit. My schedule, which used to be so free flowing, has now turned into structured madness. A lot of school, a lot of work (with more on the way), and very little time for play. Couple that with the new additions of a workout plan to give me  abs like the dudes from 300, as well as a new plan to hijack the coaching job of my little brothers basketball team (the current coach cares more about his college-prep dress code than hoopin’), and you’re talking about too few hours in a day. In short, save me the bullshit, because you can get about about 30 minutes of my time per week unless you’re Bubbles, or a few select others.

Saundra understands that.

Saundra is a young lady from EMU that I’ve messed with once in the past. We get along, but she lives way too far (about 25-30 minutes), for me to make single-run trips for, so we rarely see eachother. Not too long ago, she informed me that she was no longer interested in a fuck-buddy:

Saundra (Ypsi):  you are such a tease you would please me but when you leave how do i cope with the emptiness left behind ( A KINGS KID )   11:24 PM
Me: i cant help it ….. 11:25 PM
Saundra (Ypsi): but only one of us is being satisfied ( A KINGS KID ) 11:29 PM
Me: u dont like my strokes 11:32 PM
Saundra (Ypsi): i love your strokes but its when you leave i cant stand ( A KINGS KID ) 11:34 PM
Me: i feel u 11:37 PM
Saundra (Ypsi): do you really… i love your bedroom eyes when you look up at me and the moans that muster under your breath i want you but not half ( A KINGS KID ) 11:41 PM
Me: damn i like how u described that 11:44 PM
Saundra (Ypsi): im just being honest and expressing how i feel ( A KINGS KID ) 11:46 PM

Needless to say, at the conclusion of that text-ation, I deleted her number. I wasn’t mad, but I knew that wouldn’t work out. I believe her sudden change in attitude was loosely based on her friends and their “happy” relationships. Everyone has a partner; regardless of how good the relationship was. Ah well.

A few days later, I was on my way to Ypsilanti and I contacted her again. I didn’t have her number, but I still had the text (thank you GOOGLE VOICE). I was going out to Eastern to chill with my lady friend who I was almost certain wasn’t going to have sex with me, so I needed to ensure a solid  backup plan, or two. She was cool with me coming over, but when I called her after I left the first woman’s house, she didn’t answer. Ah well, I had a backup for the backup. No bad feelings.

Last chance. I’m on my way to Westland, so I hit her up and she just so happened to be in Belleville. I told her to meet me at Target. We got there and I picked up some stuff to give to Bubbles, then I had her follow me around to a parking lot behind one of the movie theaters that closed down in the area (the same one I took “sexy chocolate” to.) I drove in, fish-tailing my uncles Impala though the un-plowed parking lot. She parked a few spaces down, I threw on some music, left the car running, and hopped in the back seat. Green Light.

Camera On Deck

There was no playing around, she pulled my dick out and started to examine it. I shuffled around looking for my digital camera, but it was just my luck that the batteries were dead. She moaned as she licked around the head, letting out “umm hmmms” at the random questions I asked her while I tried to push her head down. She had me rock solid, ready to enter her body as she laid anxiously waiting on the back seat. I rolled the condom down and slid inside of her. Her pussy accepted me in as if it was awaiting my arrival for months. I could see her cream saturating the condom as I went in and out; watching her facial expressions that made my erection even stronger. No kisses, no talking, just sex. Good sex.

She got off the seat and told me to lay down. With one of her legs on the seat and the other on the floor, she began to gently grind until we were perfectly aligned. She sat up, puling out her breast and bringing them down to my mouth. I sucked her nipples as she bounced on top of me; trying my best not to cum. I took a brief pause, then sat up in the middle of the seat. She was still on top of me, legs on the floor. I began to thrust upwards, not letting her move. My hands on her hips, holding it in place as I tried to work her spots. The more she moaned, the harder I went. She began to hold on to my neck, nails engraved in my skin. She cried out, “I’m cumming.” It sounded so authentic. I pushed harder…she pushed against the headliner to match the intensity. I went blank. Time stopped. I bust as  I groaned out. She didn’t stop. She continued to grind on top of me until I had to forcefully get her off. “I need that,” she said as she smiled and put her clothes on. “Well damn,” was all I could manage to say. I could have fell asleep right there in the car, but I had other things to do. We eventually got out, I gave her hug, and we parted ways.

Now it was time to go see of my Canadian associates, who was in town at the Comfort Inn. After that session, I definitely didn’t expect to have sex again….damn, was I wrong.

Pt. 2 Coming Tomorrow.

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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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