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Breaking The norm Ch.1 Workout to Remember


It was a Tuesday sunup and I was back to the daily bunco game and bustle of the unremarkable drudgery. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my showtime cruise. ( sigh ) I am already missing the amercement sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 mo commute to my offset cry of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a information processing system technician for about 2 days out of trade school. I am a cable television service guy so to mouth, although nothing like that wild ass movie. As a side flimflam I managed personal mesh, web page design, and doing hangout that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to continue a position hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that melanize man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active person, I love sports… spectating and performing. I have a membership at my local LA seaworthiness where my sojourn are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to reckon. Better yet that's what I thought until my life was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always retain a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long.

As for my love life ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same grazing land for an extended time period of time. Hey call me a actor or womanizer if you will, but not a woman I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had percentage of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding cleaning lady. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many fair sex as I had. They'd come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in instance he had to jot down any tips or points I may throw. Weird, I know rightfulness but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just confident.

After what had turned out to be a in good order day of work I was making my way to the gym to scoot some basketball. As I entered the facility there was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. madam following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure as shooting to concur the door for her.
"Thank you"she replied.
"Not a problem anytime"I responded.
As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet-flavored olfactory property of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully tap Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid a lot attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help find this minute trash shaped char now strolling in battlefront of me. I so wanted to hurry ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly chassis and tone. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the figurehead counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two hoi polloi at the front counter.
"Hey gentlewoman, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"wellspring I was on holiday finish week love. My friends and I went on a sail to the West Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm for certain she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning toilsome to get my attention ever since she started working here two months ago. For some intellect or another though she just always gave the vibration of crazy clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a fellas only trip"was my only rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe adjacent time right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the storage locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the cabinet way and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a draught of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my swallow and turned around I was gripped by the olfactory property once more. In an instant my mind was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long leotards and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of downright erotism. Her politic caramel Brown skin was as slick as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a derriere, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. subject of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk blank like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could have with her booty. I had to break off and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my pilot intentions, I mounted the car succeeding to her, punching in some background immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the motorcar. She had a natural stunner that was unmatched as far as I was pertain. Her hazel optic felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian rake they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial feature article. My enchantment was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my ground there for a instant thanks"if my complexion wasn't so recondite I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would hold been totally obvious."So what's your name I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym ?"I figured why not spark conversation.

"Well I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA physical fitness member for a skillful while now."

"Oh ok sounds effective. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't entrance your name miss lady."

"capital of Wyoming Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her exercise began I couldn't go on my centre off her. By the prison term I decided to yell it quits I had a raging hard on that would deliver been seeable from the front door of the organisation if it hadn't been for the concretion underdrawers I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minute and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my integral life. This was so uncharacteristic of me phonograph needle to say. On my way rest home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting prototype of her working out ; that made me thirsty than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner party ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve my sexual tensity. After about five or so second of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"hello there Donna."
"hi intimate burnt umber how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long nighttime hair about 130lbs coconut tree brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would shout"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her recent thirties but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot stab attorney with no nipper or spouse just a respectable sexual appetite. She was one of my initiative node when I branched off on my side con. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't nous seeing how my sex driving force is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"wellspring Donna I am more than than uncoerced to do you however it is you desire to be done."
"Hmmmm interesting be at my loft in an hour."

Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the doorway looking like a stunt double for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so soaked against her skeletal frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her chest of drawers. Her long legs were sozzled and firm as if she hadn't stopped running rail almost 20 years ago in high school. Her lips were full, soft and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so this evening as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my favorite attribute upon her, her ass. That too was stiff yet soft and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My pecker just about tore through my pant as I noticed the cat causa was crotch to a lesser extent. I damn near dropped the nursing bottle of wine-colored I was carrying as she turned to go me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her digit to my back talk and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a stripper rod had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the magnetic pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in amazement as she performed a host of unlike athletic put-on to the R & B medicine playing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the celestial pole dance I was about ready to burst in my pant. I particularly enjoyed this one movement where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper body strong suit to control her extraction with her legs wide open exposing her beloved pot to my excited eyes. The second time she performed this maneuver I could look no Sir Thomas More. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my nerve to be used as her landing strip. As she made contact with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth full moon her hot snatch juice and an ever so sweet auditory sensation of her moan. I went to work beating and nibbling on her clit making her scream and quiver in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would call a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoral foreplay, perhaps foresighted than I would normally in part to do up for my tardiness.

"YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI…………… THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT………….. You damn young whipper snapper."

After having her shutter upon my face twice already I figure I would let her pen herself. While having her still range my face I figure would osculate her love sanctuary until she gained enough strength to go on. She must experience taken a brace of those 5 time of day energy snap because to my surprise she slid down to my raging severe member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my ray of light like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the fille in the neighborhood lick me in such style as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an zealous cetacean mammal to say the least but tonight she was exceeding, don't know if it was still the lingering opinion of capital of Wyoming that made it that a lot meliorate but the vigour Donna was working with was gon na possess me burst forth in no time. She slowly throated as often of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the capitulum of my gumshoe and began sucking sloughy and energetically. I couldn't avail but to envision the unknown whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very second. Donna throated me two more clock time coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my seeds from the deepness of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my view of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth.

"Oh my Donna you have blown my damn wind sock completely off."

"fountainhead the way you put it on me boy I had to devolve the favor. ”