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The cursed half blow job.
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The cursed half blow job. The cursed half blow job. At first she seemed like a total bitch and as I found out she could be one at that. I served her a number of times at the restaurant I worked at. I would learn her order by heart because she was so picky with how she wanted her food. I hated serving people like her, I found it easier to remember her order then I don’t have to deal with the pickiness that would always come along with asking her what she wanted. She was a woman that knew what she liked, nor was she afraid to ask for it. There is never anything wrong with a woman like that. The small town in which I lived had a bus system; it was a horrible bus system. It only came once an hour. I refused to use it, I found for the cost of a trip it was not worth standing there and waiting for the bus. Till one summer day it was way too hot to be outsde any longer then you needed to be. I had just started smoking again and I was aware that I didn’t want to go outside to smoke because it was too hot to breath little own smoke. It was that hot. The woman from one of our other restaurants from town was working at the one I work at, normally she wouldn’t be at our shop but due to scheduling conflicts we were working together, for good reason too. She was my ex’s best friend and I had placed huge blame on this girl in breaking us up. My ex played that up too, making sure we wouldn’t get along. It was a shame too. Before my ex and her met we had always got a long well. She was a gorgeous woman. She was short, about 5’3 I’d say she was about 105 pounds; she had long black hair, tattooed up. She had this gothic/ emo look about her. I fucking loved that look and I wanted to lick her down real good. I didn’t care if she had a boyfriend who was big and well fat. I wouldn’t have let that bother me at all. But I digress. This woman and I were working together this particular day, as I was getting ready to leave she asked how I was getting home. She knew that I had a 45 minute walk ahead of me and told me I should take the bus. She had told me where to catch the bus, how much longer of a wait the bus would be and even knew that the bus would drop me off right in front of my house. I was done work, I went out and lit a smoke, the next thing I did was peel off my shirt. I had spent enough time in the gym that my upper body looked great. At that point in time I looked the best I have ever looked. My goal is to look that good by the end of this summer. I am will within my goal today, as I type this on June 12th. I will look banging in a few more weeks. Oh where was I, I get carried away some times. I was hot ripped body, sweat rolling off my freshly shaved abs muscles, I am one harry mother fucker I must add. When the summer heat is just right I shave my abs expect for a little strip of hair from my chest to my just above my cock that I like to call “the pathway to pleasure” cheesy I know but fuck you, it’s what I call it. I will add that I also shave my cock and my balls. It just feels cleaner, less sweat and is over more comfortable. The shorts I was wearing were lose at the waist hung low enough that you could tell that I had shaved and would make you wonder what you could see if they were any lower but my ass was covered. I personally hate see other people’s ass cracks hanging out so I make sure mine is covered for the same reason. I was standing in front of the bus stop, have a smoke talking to the old ladies that were there. I do that, I talk to most people I encounter. I have always been chatting and always will be. I was also on the lookout for any new prospects that I could share moments of passion with. These two sisters I knew, one dated my ex’s brother drove by in such short shorts, their long legs always drove me crazy, one almost crashed her bike taking a peek at my shirtless body. She should have been watching where she was going instead of giving me that little wave but it was pretty funny regardless. She didn’t crash her bike in case you were wondering, but it was close, other girls had drove past the bus stop in their car and honked their horn and shouted out lewd comments to me but didn’t stop to offer me a ride, I would have taken that ride and rode them 3 of them, selfish bitches not offering me a ride. But anyways the bus came and was unloading people and loading people as it did, I finished my cigarette, and I put my shirt back on and boarded the bus. I was greeted with a huge smile and a friendly hello. The woman bus driver said I had not seen you in a long time and asked me how I had been. I figured I had served her at work but had no reason other than that to remember who she was. She seemed friendly so I sat at the seat behind her and we chatted, turns out she would come in once a week to the place I worked and she always thought I was the friendliest server, I had always remembered her order and since she only came in once a week she was impressed by that. I went to get off the bus she handed me her number and said that we should grab a coffee sometime. This woman was cute, had the wildest eyes, big full lushes lips, a great personality, she was a little bit chunky but I have done worse. She was also married. I have always said I love married women, I wouldn’t want to be married to one but I love them. And if you have not figured it out it was the same woman from the first paragraph. We had texted back and forth for about a week maybe two I kept trying to set up this coffee she had spoke of and each time for there was an excuse for not being able to make it. She worked a lot, when not driving the city bus, also was a driving instructor as well she was married with 2 . I understood why she always had an excuse. While I was getting tired of the excuses I kept trying to set something up. By time I had been taking the bus more often as well. There was something very<b> intoxicating </font></b>about this woman. I don’t know if it was her smile, her flirtatious personally, her smell, although to this point there was no sexual talk between us I knew she was down to fuck, she gave off that vibe I may not have been great with woman at that stage of my life but I had started to become better. I was defiantly better with them then I was a few years earlier when my last blog entry took place. I knew that vibe when a woman was putting it out there, I knew that much. So one night as she was getting done work I sent her a text message saying she should bring me a coffee or something along those lines, she said she didn’t have time. I was thinking I had about enough of this shit and thought I would send her one last text message. I figured after this message she wouldn’t want to bother with me anymore and the awkwardness afterwards would mean that I would have to start walking home from work or buy a bike. The text message I sent her said this “if you don’t have time to bring me a coffee I guess you don’t have time to stop in to give me a quick blow job” I figured no more beating around the bush. It was what I wanted from her anyways. At this point I was done chasing her, ether she was going to do then I was going to have to say next! At this point in my life I had started putting clues to together and had been fucking 2 other girls off and on at this point. I didn’t need her too. That was when I got her text back. I was in fear; I didn’t want to open it. I only knew the harsh words that would be included in this text. The same harsh words I had heard all my life when I had tried to become sexual with women long after I had been placed in the friend zone. I had thought about just deleting it, but I had to know what she had said. If only so I could sit along feeling embarrassed and sorry for myself. Then I’d that excuse I was looking for to just give up on dating, sure I had those other 2 that I was seeing off and on but if she one bitch turns me down I can give them up because in my mind it’s only a matter of time before they thought the same way, I was willing to let one woman have this much power of me and the way I thought. Living in a small town, she knew where I worked what if she went in and filed a complaint about me, saying I said something to her while I was at work or some shit. But still the same curiosity that killed the cat was getting to me. I needed to know what this text message had said. “I can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth” was the reply. The shock was incredible. I don’t think that we had a clean conversation the rest of the time we knew each other. This married mother of two was a bad girl, I would have to say she was the badest bitch I have ever met. The girl from the first blog entry was pretty bad herself, and I will finish that story one of these days but she was nothing in comparison to this woman. I would get on the bus at random times, just to talk dirty with this woman, if there was no one on the bus she would tell me she wanted to see my cock so I would pull it out for her and stroke it. Or I would stand by the front of the bus as if I was getting ready to get off at the next stop and she would be giving me a hand job while driving around the city. This was before we even started fucking. Shit was intense. One afternoon after one of these bus rides I get the text message I have a free half hour after work before I have to be home is your roommate home? I said no told her where I lived. I answered the door in the same shorts I had been wearing in the start of the story, if I wore underwear I would have only had those on I guess, she came in and the door had not even been closed before we started sucking each other’s face. She pushed me against the way and started biting my abs and licking them and sliding her hands around my already rock hard cock. Smiled and said she had been waiting far too long for this. I took her to my room where she started sucking my cock; she did a pretty good job of it. She said she didn’t much time for more foreplay then that but some other time I could lick her pussy, she rode my cock like it was the last one on earth, she knew what positions would get to climax quickly and those were the ones that we used. After I exploded my cum, she smiled said she really needed that, kissed me then kissed my cock “good bye” and left. She got strange after that, tired to play all kinds of games; I would get messages asking if I missed her and shit like that. Then would get pissed off when I told her I hadn’t in fact I just seen her on the bus 20 minutes before hand. I was just a booty call the way I saw it, she should be asking her husband if he missed her not me. After a few more times fucking I said that was enough of her I could not handle her whining and what not so I stopped calling her and texting her, one night after she got done work I got a text saying she wanted to see me, and before I could answer I get another saying she was in the parking lot, so I invited her in, when she starts sucking my cock without any words spoken and it was good, really fucking good. I wasn’t near cumming yet but I was in that place where I was really enjoying it and she stops. Smiles at me and said, “You’ll call me next time won’t you?” and gets up and leaves. Needless to say that was the last we fucked around that woman and I. Now you’re probably wondering why I called this post “the cursed half a blow job” well shortly after this took place the other 2 girls and I stopped fucking as well. One moved away to go to college and the other girl met someone else and had entered a relationship. Then after that I entered a bit a dry spell. I still blame on that half blow job that was gave to me by that picky hard to deal with bitch. However I will say this, when I am in that town I always the bus, and we still talk, still flirt and still enjoy conversation. She still informs me that she is still bad and still dirty. But that’s where it stays |
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