The Parking Structure to The Jacuzzi Pt. 1

I’m standing in the living room of my grandma’s house, fiending for some REAL food, but my grandma doesn’t feel like “slaving over the stove.” So I sent a text one of my lady friends to see if she could suggest a spot for me to get something other than a fried heart attack or burger with cheese. I had a taste for some grilled salmon, salad, a few sides, and a nice cold glass of ice water. Yea, I needed that. My favorite classmate (see Room Wars) called me back and suggested she grab us something from Logan’s, but it was too far out of the way for me, so she recommended we go to the buffet at MGM grand…her treat. GREEN LIGHT.

I pulled up to the roof of the parking structure and waited for her to finish cursing out whomever she was on the phone with. She walked over to my car, gave me a hug, and just enough head to make fiend for her…before getting out and laughing about how we need to hurry up since I had to be at work in an hour. As we walked around the slot machines, filled with retired senior citizens who looked like zombies, I noticed the plethora of sexy ass waitresses whom look like they need to be undressed on top of a blackjack table.

We get to the buffet and the sign says “$22 per person”. My mind won’t let me justify this insane price for food, but I let it go since I’m not paying anyway. I get my delicious grilled salmon, mixed vegetables, and water…but these mutha-lovas, had the nerve not to carry French dressing, which completely ruined my damn salad. We sat and chatted for a while until her infamous friend came up to the table…

“Well if it ain’t the muthafuckin’ UNDRESSER,” a voice said from across my shoulder. I looked up to see a dark-skinned, 30-something year old woman, looking down on me like I was a piece of meat. This was her best friend; the notorious shit talker from the east side, who looked like the type of woman you’d call if any girl ever got out of line. I was really, really, really trying not to look at her breast, but I couldn’t help thinking about throwing her on the table, pulling them out, and delivering several kisses to her nipples. Once I snapped out of that, they went on to tell me about how some other girl is obssessed with me just from my blog and facebook page, but I think they were exaggerating just a tad bit. Next thing I know, her girl was like, “yall might as well go back up stairs and get it in.” That’s my type of friend, only in my mind, I was thinking about all 3 of us, but my classmate can handle her own.

Now I’m back in the car, my classmate next to me, her girl in my backseat holding her phone as ol’ girl unzips my pants and starts giving me head. She’s doing her thing, but my mind is stuck on trying to get both of them. I know they’re not bisexual, but I don’t need them to touch each other, I just wanted both of them to touch me. While she’s giving me head in the front, I’m rubbing her girls legs in the backseat. My mind is going crazy with thoughts of both of them kissing it. My classmate got out of the car, I think she had pre-cum in her mouth, so I took that opportunity to get in the back seat with her girl. I pulled her titties out of shirt and start sucking on her nipples, but that did nothing for her. I pulled my dick out and she was still unmoved, but she grabbed it and started to stroke it. “Kiss it,” I told her in my sexiest voice. She ignored me and continued to stroke it. “I’m not sucking your lil’ pink dick,” she said. I’m so high off sexual excitement that I’m not even listening to her repeatedly deny me. I was so into that moment, just the sensation of her lips on it would have made me bust. I tried to bypass the head and take off her pants, which I could have easily done, but after I rubbed her pussy and it wasn’t dripping wet, I decided to give up at this failed task. So she got out of the back seat and my classmate got back there and went to work. I don’t know what happened, but this time around, she really went in to get the desired results. I knew she had it in her. I bust, they got out, and I sped down the freeway to make it to work on time.

That was just the teaser of the day though, I called her back later on that evening and she told me to meet her at the usual spot…

Pt. 2 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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