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Breaking The average Ch.1 physical exertion to Remember


It was a Tues morning and I was back to the daily confidence trick and bustle of the everyday pulverisation. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the gay Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the fine Sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 bit commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computing device technician for about 2 years out of trade school. I am a cable guy so to talk, although nothing like that brainsick ass moving picture. As a side of meat sting I managed personal network, web Sir Frederick Handley Page design, and doing mend that variety of stuff. I grew up in the urban center life so we always have to keep a English hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that smutty man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an alive somebody, I love sports… spectating and playing. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weightiness, then for surely I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to imagine. Better yet that's what I thought until my life history was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'’ and a solid 200 lbs of chisel brawn. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea puke if you gander too long.

As for my sexual love life sentence ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same pasturage for an extended period of fourth dimension. Hey call me a player 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 plowshare of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my acquaintance envied me because the wishing they could mouth to half as many women as I had. They'd come to me for all variety of advice, especially Ron ; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any baksheesh or pointedness I may feed. Weird, I know right 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 decent day of workplace I was making my way to the gym to shoot some hoops. As I entered the installation there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman's gentleman that I am, I was indisputable to hold 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 fragrance of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock microphone Mike Tyson out in his flush. I hadn't paid practically attention to her typeface being that she was behind me but I couldn't help acknowledge this minute glass shaped woman now strolling in social movement of me. I so wanted to stimulate ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly configuration and feeling. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my convention rounds at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the front counter.
"Hey lady, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there Mr. I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been ?"
"Well I was on vacation last week love. My friends and I went on a cruise to the west Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

I'm sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning laborious to get my attention ever since she started working here two calendar month ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the unidentified beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a lose opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper dress I casually walked out of the locker elbow room and headed toward the motor inn. On the way I stopped to snap up a swig of water from the spring. As I stood up from my swallow and turned around I was gripped by the odour once more. In an instant my head was made up that I must see this womanhood. I had turned into a sleuthhound ; I trailed her fragrance across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical motorcar. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of right-down sexiness. Her smooth caramel brown brown skin was as satiny as I had ever seen on a charwoman. What made me stop in my course though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, glute maximus, nor a derriere. thing of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had tree trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Aepyceros melampus. Oh the fun I could throw with her pillage. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my original purpose, I mounted the machine side by side to her, punching in some scope immediately glancing over to only anathemize near fall off the car. She had a innate ravisher that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel tree eyes felt as though they looked into my soulfulness and extracted look I never knew existed within. Her oculus were complete in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her seventh cranial nerve characteristic. My trance was broken by her sweet voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my ground there for a second thanks"if my complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would have 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.

"fountainhead I just recently moved to this orbit but I've been a LA fitness member for a good while now."

"Oh ok sound good. Well I'm Brandon St. James the Apostle, I'm sorry I didn't catch your figure miss lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her headphone went on. As her physical exertion began I couldn't proceed my eyes off her. By the metre I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the front door of the validation if it hadn't been for the compression shorts I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life history. This was so uncharacteristic of me acerate leaf to say. On my way home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the durable epitome of her working out ; that made me hungry than a captive on demise row for some pussy.

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

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

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so yearn dark tomentum about 130lbs coco brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of admirer would call"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her late thirties but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no kids or spouse just a healthy sexual appetence. She was one of my inaugural client when I branched off on my side gyp. She refers to me as her telephone call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on need. I didn't judgement seeing how my sex thrust is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

"well Donna I am Sir Thomas More than unforced 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 buzzer. She answered the door looking like a stunt stunt man for Halle Chuck Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so besotted against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never suppose she was in her late 30 the way her C-cup breast sat up business firm upon her pectus. Her long legs were nasty and house as if she hadn't stopped running trail almost 20 old age ago in gamey school. Her back talk were full, balmy and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my deary attribute upon her, her ass. That too was house yet flabby and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat causa was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat rooms was also assless.

"Soooooooooo Brandon you're late."

"Yeah I'm"… I was cut off with her finger to my lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very minute that I noticed an rising slope to her living room. To my surprise a sprigger pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the lounge as she grasped the pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a Host of different athletic joke to the R & B medicine playing in the binding. With all the event of the day leading to the celestial pole dance I was about ready to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one motility where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper eubstance strong point to control her downslope with her legs wide open exposing her honey pot to my wind up oculus. The second meter she performed this maneuver I could waitress no more than. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing airstrip. As she made inter-group communication with my awaiting sassing I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussy succus and an ever so sweet sound of her moan. I went to work defeat and nibbling on her clitoris making her screaming and quiver in joy. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would hollo a slit eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoral stimulant, perhaps retentive than I would normally in part to make 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 write herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would kiss her making love bema until she gained enough strong point to go on. She must have got taken a couple of those 5 hr vim injection because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the distance of my shaft like a poor boy Popsicle you get from the ice pick truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neck of the woods drub me in such mode as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an devouring blower to say the to the lowest degree but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that very much better but the dynamism Donna was working with was gon na stimulate me explode in no metre. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the nous of my dick and began sucking quaggy and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two Thomas More times coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my germ from the profoundness of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of capital of Wyoming my phallus 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 shit socks completely off."

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