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CAMEL TOES
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CAMEL TOES CAMEL TOES Most men KNOW what a camel toe is. Do you know what a camel toe is? OKAY, maybe not... A camel toe is the view of a woman's slit through her panties or shorts that's shaped exactly like a camel's toe from where you're seeing it. Seeing one, especially through white cotton panties gets my dick so hard I might have to go somewhere private and take care of business. The reason for that probably goes back to my childhood and things I used to do with the neighborhood girls during the summers when their white cotton panties were on view a lot of times during the summer days. In this area of the Mojave Desert, at this time of the year, if a guy keeps his eyes open when he's at a place where there are a few people, he's liable to see a camel's toe, and sometimes the girl or woman showing off her sweet pudenda, is knowing exactly what she's doing. That's exactly what happened to me when I went to Stater Brothers in 29 Palms for groceries a few Sundays ago... I started off very early in the morning so I'd finish shopping and get back home before the heat of the day built. I like to grocery shop early on Sunday mornings because the store is nearly empty and the isles aren't stacked so full of people you can't push your cart through. When I was checking my groceries out, a pretty girl of about 30, wearing a yellow summer dress of some lightweight material, got behind me and plunked down a fifth of Vodka and a six pack of coke on the conveyor belt. "I see you've got a little Sunday relaxation planned, " I smiled at her and pushed the last of the things I was buying up the conveyor belt so she'd have room to put the little rubber separation gizmo between our two orders. She smiled at me and raised her dark sunglasses up on her hair the way some people can do with their glasses, "You've got enough<b> supplies </font></b>to last a week," she said to me. "Make it about 10 days," I replied, and then I paid attention to the checkout girl and paid my bill in cash. When everything of mine was loaded in the cart, the 30 year old with the Vodka and Coke was paying with a debit card and I looked at her again. She was a nice piece of woman. Short blonde hair, trim, about 5'6''-- and slightly under the weather I judged-- by just a slight whiff of booze coming off her. Jeez, I thought to myself, as I pushed my loaded cart out to the old red Datsun truck. It's not even 8 on a Sunday morning and that woman is well on her way to a wild drunk. My truck has a metal cover over the truck bed and I was opening that so I could put in the groceries when I felt a warm hand on my upper arm.."You look like you've been here awhile." a voice I recognized as the woman in the store said to me, and standing as close to me as she was, the smell of booze was pretty strong.. I figured she meant in 29, so I told her I had, as I hoisted two gallons of drinking water into the bed of the truck."I've been here almost forty years." "Oh" that's great she said, "I'm in luck," and sat her coke and bottle of Vodka up on the metal top of the truck. She helped me put the rest of my things in the back of my truck and the perisables in the ice chests I carried there. "You probably know where the West Gate of Camp Wilson is, don't you?" "Sure," I said, "I go right past the West gate on my way home, and turn off just before the guardhouse on a dirt road that leads to my place. She grabbed my upper arm and squeezed it almost affectionately,"OH, that is so great," she said, "What luck!" "Listen," and she leaned into me, "My brother and his wife live in the housing on base, and he's expecting me there, but the truth is I've been drinking most of the night, and I really shouldn't be driving.... Would you be a wonderful man and give me a lift in this wonderful old truck of yours just to the gate." "Where's your car?" I asked her. "Oh it's back at the hotel across the street. I don't want to get a DUI, and I just walked over here to get some refreshments. I was going to take a taxi to the Gate, but I'd be willing to pay you for the ride. " I looked down at the curve of her breasts forming beautiful mounds against the very thin yellow fabric of her summer dress. I could almost see her nipples from my more than six foot height. "There isn't any need for that," I said. "I'm going right by there anyway, and it's a privilege for an old guy like me to have a pretty woman like you riding with me." She laughed, and I stashed her booze and coke in the bed under the steel cover with the rest of my stuff. She climbed in the cab of my truck and belted herself in like a good girl, and we were off. It was 13 miles to the guard post, and I drove slowly. There wasn't another car on the road, and we talked. We exchanged names, and her yellow dress kept seeming to ride higher on her slim legs as we drove. She also seemed to be more and more inebriated on the ride. As we approached the gate, she said, "You've been so sweet, I'll tell you a little secret." "Okay" I said, while I was staring down at a tiny sliver of white panties showing above where her yellow dress had inched up. "I'm not really going to see my brother and his wife..." She looked up into my eyes to see if I was going to say anything, but I kept my trap shut..."I'm an escort!!" She was still searching my face and I still didn't let out a peep. "I'm going to get it on with an officer who's celebrating that he made it back from Afghanistan all in one piece!" "No problem," I said. On the ride to the gate, I'd started to think she was something like an escort. I'd knocked around enough to know the signs. "Do you think the guard will let me through the gate with my booze and coke?" she asked me and put her hand right on my old crotch. "I don't think you'll have any problem," I said, and sank back in the bucket seat as her hand made my penis stir. "If it was dark, I'd do YOU right here, she said. but..." We both looked to the guard station only about 50 feet away, and at the bright sun that was promising to burn the desert in a few more hours. "It's alright", I said, "You don't owe me a thing. It's been a real pleasure driving you this way... I hope your Marine turns out to be a guy who appreciates a beautiful lady like you.." "Here," she said, "I want you to have a memory of me." She raised the yellow dress up to her waist, pulled the white panties that were forming a perfect camel toe to the side, and took my hand and put the two fingers of my right hand in her cunt. I moved my fingers a little in her pussy. It was hot and moist, and I envied the young Marine she was going to. We got out of the cab, and she kissed me on the cheek as the guard watched. I opened the back of the truck and got her 6-pack of coke and Vodka from the back, and she walked up to the guard station. I watched as the guard spoke with her and then used the phone. In a few minutes, she waved to me with a big smile on her pretty face, as a Humvee pulled up to the guard gate and she got in and was gone. The smell of her pussy lingered on my fingers all the way to my place. by David Stardust, Tuesday afternoon, June 25th, 2013....   |
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