Westland Nympho

I haven’t had a proactive freak in so long, it was driving me crazy. So many women just go along for the ride, instead of demanding that the roller coaster start when they want it to. I mean, I can have sex with them, when and if I want to, but they don’t exhibit any type of push for the initiation of sex. I like to get a text every now and then (from a woman I like), saying how bad she wants me inside of her. It builds up the lust for the day. It makes it so I can’t wait until we both have free time so we can get together. It makes me…want her. Often times, it’s not just about the sex, but the journey leading up to that point. And Miss S, she played it perfectly.

9 times out of 10, someone is not as attractive in person as they are on facebook. It’s not on purpose, it’s just that people show the very best of themselves on a page where they can control what photos are available for you to see. Well Miss S was that the other 10%.

We talked and text for a few days before we decided to meet up at Meijer one evening. It was in the middle of our distance from one another, convenient, and safe. While I was trying to find a Lean Cuisine, she called me and let me show she was there, standing by the other entrance. I walked around the back, trying to get a glimpse of her just in case she wasn’t a good look and I had to dip (yes I know, very childish). I headed past the shampoo, while still on the phone talking to another woman; and I saw a very attractive, brown-skinned woman, looking at lotions. She was 5’8, very curvaceous, with a small pouch. Her ass filled up the back of her jeans very nicely, while her breast were just right. She was a GOOD look, so I was hoping that it was her.

When she saw me, she immediately started to smile and I walked up to her to give her a hug. I wanted to rudely squeeze her ass, but I held back in an attempt to exhibit some sort of class. We walked around the store, making small talk, while I examined every bit of skin that was showing. I noticed a tattoo on the small of her back, which definitely wasn’t attractive, but hey, we’re not looking for wives out here. She mentioned that she’d gotten it when she was young and dumb, but she doesn’t regret it. She’s a single mom (shucks), working on her second bachelors, and gainfully employed in a field she enjoys.

As we made are way back around to the frozen foods, she asked if I cooked and I told her no…never. “That’s a shame. I love to cook,” she responded. Well let’s put a little check mark on her sheet. We made it to the self-checkout lane and to my surprise, as I scanned the items and let them go down the belt, she bagged everything. Yea, I know…that’s nothing; but the small things mean so much to me. It’s not always what a woman does, but what she does without you having to ask her to do them.

I walked her back to her car and I really couldn’t tell if she was feeling me or not. But, as she began to step into my face as I leaned against her Cadillac CTS, I felt like the role was starting to reverse roles. “So what do you think?” she asked. “Well I’m still standing here right?” I difficultly responded. I didn’t want to come out and say it’s been a month since I saw a girl that cute in the face with such a fat ass and small waist. She laughed it off and put her on my chest. “Well what do you have to do tonight?” I told her I was going to visit a few associates, a.k.a., go fuck with some jumpoffs. She asked when we were going out and I shrugged the question off. “How about you take me out?” I asked. “I’d prefer to come over and cook for you and rub your back,” she said gaming me up. “Yea ok, we’ll see one day.” She drove me over to my car, we chatted for a bit longer, then she drove off. I called her back before she left the parking lot and somehow, I ended up following her to her moms house to pick up some things.

When we got to her moms apartment, I realized it was the exact same building that I was at the night before stroking some chick (the experience wasn’t enough to blog about). I almost didn’t want to go in for conflict of interest, but I figured forget it. We got in the elevator and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Thoughts of pushing the emergency stop button filled my mind, but I didn’t act. On the way back down though, she saw the lust in my eyes and and said “you want to kiss me don’t you?” I was thinking more like fuck, but I just smiled and she brought her lips to mines. We kissed until the elevator door opened on the first floor. “Well ok then,” she said boosting my ego.

We talked back to my car and were about to part ways, but something in my mind, or maybe my dick, told me that I couldn’t just let this woman leave. As she stood in front of me, she traced the imprint of my erection with her finger, smiling. I opened my rear door, laid her down with door still open, and kissed her belly. I went up to her breast and sucked on her nipples as she watched. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I stopped and let her get up.

She kissed me again, telling me she wanted me. I put her back on the rear seat, this time pushing the front seats forward. I pulled her pants off, about to her knees, and pushed her legs up to the ceiling. I moved her panties to the side and began to suck on her clit…hard. I licked and sucked on the lips around her box until my mouth was covered by the flavor of her juice. I stopped, sat up, said “mmmmmmm” and laughed. She didn’t waste any time. “Oh you’re gonna tease me? I got you.” She pulled my dick our of my pants and went straight to it. None of that boring shit, I loved it.

Now we’re behind the old theater on Wayne road, sitting in the back seat steaming up the windows. She continued giving me head right where we left off. I laid her on the seats and stroked her while sucking on her breast, pushing my pelvis against her clit. And when she rides…THIS GIRL RIDES. Hard, ass bouncing everywhere. Making it feel like each time in, you’re going to explode. More positions, more strokes. I came, she didn’t. She told me I owed her. I told her “I got you.”

Since then, we’ve talked and texted…a lot. Perhaps if she didn’t have any children, we’d be talking A-Team status. to my surprise, she sent me a text that said, “I want to be a part of all of your fantasies. I want to make them come true.” “Oh really?” I responded. “What if I want a threesome?” Then the best text message a man can read was sent in response…”I’m bisexual.” GREEN LIGHTS…from downtown to Pontiac. I immediately called her back, confirmed, and continued to smile for the rest of the day. Now let’s see which one of us fucks this one up.

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