The Enterprise Mission

How do I get these women? Poitree said she still doesn’t understand it. Sometimes neither do I, but sometimes it works, and other times it horribly fails. I try to make sure that on this blog, I write about the ones who love me and the ones who hate me. The ones who loved my stroke and the ones who think they would have been better off with a good porno and their rabbit. It’s never always sunshine in paradise, but this night, it was. Smooth from the hello, to the goodnight. Let’s take a flight, cause this one is LONG and DETAILED…

Finally there was sunshine in Michigan. It was still 30-something degrees, but the afternoon sun made it seem so much more pleasant. I was riding down Telegraph, when I noticed two young ladies getting out of their car at White Castle. Both petite, with cute faces, atleast at that distance, so I decided to go inspect the situation. I turned up my music loud enough that I knew it would cause them to look back. I was going to roll down the window, but these women didn’t look like they’d respond to that so I parked, got out, and said hello. They smiled, then looked at each other, both responding “hey” at the same time. GREEN LIGHT.

I had a quick decision to make; the driver or the passenger. The driver was a beautiful coat of brown chocolate, maybe 5’5, with a slender frame, and a smile that made me feel some type of way. The passenger was a yellow bone with a cute face. She looked to be a tad bit thicker than her friend, but her smile didn’t grab my attention the same. They both had glasses on and weave on their heads, but there was just something that physically attracted me more the driver.

I decided to shift my attention to the driver, “What’s your name?,” I asked politely. As she told me, her friend got back in the car, and left us to talk outside. I made small talk by commenting on how nasty White Castle’s was, followed by other questions about her relationship status. “I’m single,” she answered with a big smile. The conversation continued to flow naturally, then her friend rolled the window and suggested that we get in the car and talk (I guess because she wanted to be nosy). She opened her door, but when I realized that I would be sitting in the back seat, I suggested we go sit in my car instead. Her girl jokingly, I think, said she had taken my picture with her camera phone along with my license plate number, as to defer me from kidnapping her friend. I quickly learned about her education, career, and general stats. We ended up talking for 30 minutes, but parted ways when her girl seemed to grow obviously irritated and bored. I gave her a big hug and she said she’d call me later that night.

When the call came she suggested we meet up after she got out of class. I hadn’t eaten all day, so thought we’d go grab a bite to eat, as we got to know each other. There was a minor problem though, who was going to pay. Certainly not me. I figured dutch was suitable and she agreed. I picked her up and we ended up decided to go to Applebee’s.

After the hostess sat us, she took off her jacket and I got a chance to see the body that was hidden from me since I laid eyes on her. Her breast were just right, they fit her overall size perfectly. No bumps, scars, or mutations. She didn’t have those hoodrat arms or hands, like she’d been fighting in the projects her whole childhood. Everything seemed to be on the up and up.

“I don’t have sex on the first date,” she said. I always think that is funny when a woman offers up that information. If you really don’t want to have sex, just don’t have it, you don’t need to make me aware of it ahead of time. Her logic behind the statement went along with what I’ve heard women say for years…blah, blah, blah. She was cool though and I believe she was sincere. Everything was PG-13 until we touched on the topic of sex. “I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she informed me. “Well that’s too bad,” I responded. I was careful not to tell her too much right away, but I answered everything she asked.

On the way back to her house to drop her off, I stopped about two blocks short. I wasn’t quite ready for the night to end, but I knew I couldn’t just say “let’s fuck” and expect to do anything. I wasn’t even aroused yet, so I told her to give me a hug and to my surprise, she kissed my neck. GREEN LIGHT.

Now we’re in some parking lot around her house. The sexual tension in my car was on another planet. I reached across her to let her seat back and rubbed my hand across her stomach. The defined muscles of her abs turned me on. I slowly pulled down her shirt to expose her small breast; rubbing her nipples. She moaned quietly. I sucked on her breast and she unbuttoned her pants and started rubbing her vagina. I stopped. She continued to play with herself. I leaned my seat back to try to calm myself down, I honestly didn’t want her right there in the backseat. She rubbed her hands across the top of my pants, causing my erection to grow stronger. Ok, fuck it, she wants it, she can have it.

I’m in the backseat moving stuff around while she looks as if she doesn’t know what I’m doing. She climbs back and starts kissing on my neck while I palm her ass in my hands. In my sexiest voice I said, “I want you to taste my dick.” “Oh really?” she inquired as to stretch the game on. I was so hard, it took me almost a minute to just pull it out of my pants. She grabbed it and locked her lips around it; sucking, licking, and letting the saliva run down from her mouth in a way very similar to Freckles.

Audio? Nope. I was too far gone to worry about grabbing a recording device. I removed a condom from my jacket while she she removed her pants. She sat on top of me, slowly going down. It felt like I was too big for her at first, but her juices made that a distant memory. She rode me as if she was gliding on top of me, which me inside of her, the only physical touch. The windows fogged up quickly as we changed positions. I was in no hurry. She bent her small frame over on the backseat to test my doggystyle stroke. I WON. She collapsed as her head ran into the passenger side door. I eased up on the speed, but not the strength. I laid her down on the rear seat and watched her kiss her breast while I worked the walls of her building. I exploded, painting the inside of my prophylactic with semen. She hugged my hips with her legs, pulling me inside of her. I was tempted to break down into a victory dance like I just scored a touchdown, but I held back. She turned her attention away and said she just had two words for me, “well damn,” proceeding to write the words into the fog on my rear window. Gotta love condensation.

I went to drop her off, but her mom was just pulling up. Apparently, her mom smokes weed and doesn’t want her father to know, so she sometimes leaves in the middle of the night to have a smoke session. Yay for honesty in marriages. I dropped her off with a hug and a peck. Now I can’t wait for our next voyage.

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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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