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breakage The norm Ch.1 physical exercise to Remember


It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the daily hustle and bustle of the routine grind. Perhaps it sucked that much More after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my first sail. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the very well sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 instant into a 75 mo commute to my first vociferation of the day. Here I am 23 days old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 years out of deal school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although zip like that crazy ass movie. As a face bunko I managed personal networks, web varlet invention, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life sentence so we always have to keep a position hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that black man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active person, I love sports… spectating and playacting. I have a membership at my topical anesthetic LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a distinctive guy, at least that what I like to think. wagerer yet that's what I thought until my life story 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 wave 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 pasture in the same pasture for an exsert period of time. Hey promise me a musician or womanizer if you will, but not a woman I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupier of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had plowshare of woman. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my acquaintance envied me because the indirect request they could talk to half as many cleaning lady 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 case he had to jot down any wind or power point I may pass on. Wyrd, I know flop but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't song myself cocky, just positive.

After what had turned out to be a adequate day of work I was making my way to the gym to fritter some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a immature noblewoman following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure 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 aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock mike Michael Gerald Tyson out in his flush. I hadn't paid often attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour glass shaped woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the fount of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of womanhood matched its heavenly shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my poise and did my normal rung at the social movement counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the front man counter.
"Hey madam, how are you today ?"
"Heyyyyyyy there mister 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 sail 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 hard to get my attention ever since she started working here two months ago. For some ground or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type… you know.

"Awwww it was a fellas only slip"was my lone rebuttal.
"Oh ok, well maybe next meter right ?"
"ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh"I said sarcastically walking away.

After conversing with Lisa I had lost cart track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the cabinet way I silently cursed myself for a missed chance to see her cheek. After changing into right attire I casually walked out of the locker way and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water system from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the smell once more. In an instant my judgment was made up that I must see this adult female. I had turned into a bloodhound ; I trailed her aroma across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical automobile. Man, seeing her in physical exercise attire consisting of recollective leotards and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to think, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of right-down eroticism. Her smooth caramel brown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a cleaning woman. What made me block up in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a target, glute maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK ! ! ! !. She had trunk outer space like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could have with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some mount immediately glancing over to only damn near autumn off the machine. She had a natural ravisher that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted smell I never knew existed within. Her middle were perfective tense in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. supercilium manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My trance was broken by her seraphic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a sec thanks"if my complexion wasn't so trench 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.

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

"Oh ok sounds effective. well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your figure lack lady."

"Cheyenne Cross."and with that her earpiece went on. As her workout began I couldn't keep back my heart off her. By the time I decided to promise it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been seeable from the face door of the ecesis if it hadn't been for the compression underdrawers I was wearing under my gym drawers. It had only been 15 min and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire animation. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way home base I did zero but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a gens and the lasting paradigm of her working out ; that made me athirst than a prisoner on death row for some pussy.

After showering and heating up some leftover for dinner ( yes I gets down in the kitchen ) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should claver to relieve my intimate tenseness. After about five or so minute of arc of sitting I received a call from Donna.

"hullo there Donna."
"Hello sexual deep brown how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long colored haircloth about 130lbs coco chocolate-brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my dress circle of friends would scream"Cougarriffic ”. She was in her lately thirty but could easily slip away for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no kids or spouse just a levelheaded sexual appetite. She was one of my first clients when I branched off on my side bunco game. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her hawkshaw on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex campaign is through the cap, and on a night like tonight it was raging.

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

Approximately 63 hour later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the threshold 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 tight against her underframe, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late mid-thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her chest. Her long legs were miserly and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high gear school. Her mouth were full, soft and as juicy as could be ; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not leave my favourite attribute upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet diffuse and pleasantly plump just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My hawkshaw just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch lupus erythematosus. I damn near dropped the feeding bottle of vino I was carrying as she turned to lead 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 finger to my lips 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 pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the rod. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a innkeeper of unlike acrobatic tricks to the R & B music playing in the back. With all the result of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to burst in my gasp. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the celestial pole and used her upper consistency persuasiveness to control her filiation with her legs wide open exposing her honey pot to my wind up centre. The second clip she performed this maneuver I could wait no More. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing landing strip. As she made contact with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a backtalk full phase of the moon her hot pussy succus and an ever so scented phone of her moan. I went to work drubbing and nibbling on her clitoris making her shriek and quiver in delight. 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 lot clitoric input, perhaps longer than I would normally in share to make up for my tardiness.

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

After having her shutter upon my side twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would kiss her honey asylum until she gained enough strength to go on. She must give birth taken a couple of those 5 time of day energy dig because to my surprisal she slid down to my raging hard member and went to Ithiel Town. She began by slowly licking the duration of my rotating shaft like a sub Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neighborhood work me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid cetacean mammal 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 much easily but the muscularity Donna was working with was gon na feature me explode in no time. She slowly throated as a lot of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the read/write head of my putz and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't help but to see the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two more metre coming back up to my dick headspring virtually summoning my seeds from the profundity of my scrotum. With her diligent drive and my thoughts 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 red cent air-sleeve completely off."

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