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breaking The Norm Ch.1 workout to Remember


It was a Tuesday break of day and I was back to the day by day hustle and bustle of the everyday nerd. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean Sea, fresh off of my first sail. ( Sighs ) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 instant commute to my starting time phone call of the day. Here I am 23 age old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 class out of business deal school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although zip like that crazy ass film. As a position confidence trick I managed personal networks, web Sir Frederick Handley Page design, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city animation so we always have to hold a side bunko. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that blacken man statistical age of 25.

I am what you call an active person, I love sports… spectating and acting. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visit are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weightiness, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to conceive. 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 upstanding 200 lbs of chiseled brawn. I always keep a low cut with waving that will get you sea sickish if you gander too long.

As for my dear sprightliness ? ? ? ? ? ? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the Saame pasture for an extended period of time. Hey send for 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 portion of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and agreement woman. All of my acquaintance envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many women 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 suit he had to jot down any summit or degree I may give. Weird, I know correctly but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just convinced.

After what had turned out to be a decent day of study I was making my way to the gym to shoot some basketball. As I entered the deftness there was a young noblewoman following right after me. Being the gentleman's gentleman that I am, I was sure to harbour 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 olfactory property of her fragrance, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid lots attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't helper notice this 60 minutes glass shaped cleaning woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to hotfoot ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its celestial frame and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front man parry. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the straw man counter.
"Hey lady, 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 endure hebdomad love. My supporter and I went on a cruise to the Occident Indies."
"Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous… just playing."

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

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

After conversing with Lisa I had lost caterpillar tread of the unidentified beautiful smelling char who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the cabinet room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper dress I casually walked out of the cabinet room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water from the outpouring. As I stood up from my drinkable and turned around I was gripped by the perfume 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 smell across the gym until I found her mounting one of the oviform machines. Man, seeing her in physical exercise attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to judge, she had to be about 5'6"140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her shine yellowish brown brownness skin was as silken as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my path though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, glute maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a score A DONK ! ! ! !. She had automobile trunk distance like a 1972 Chevy impala. Oh the fun I could have with her dirty money. I had to stop and admire how everlasting an ass she had.

Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only damn near pin off the auto. She had a natural lulu that was unmatched as far as I was interested. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted smell I never knew existed within. Her eyes were utter in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. supercilium manicured immaculately to compliment her facial characteristic. My trance was broken by her angelic voice.

"Are you ok ?"she asked

"Ummm yeah just lost my foothold there for a second thanks"if my complexion wasn't so cryptic 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 Muriel Spark conversation.

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

"Oh ok sounds in effect. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name miss lady."

"capital of Wyoming Cross."and with that her headphones went on. As her physical exertion began I couldn't observe my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the front door of the organisation if it hadn't been for the condensation 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 sprightliness. This was so uncharacteristic of me goad to say. On my way base I did null but think of this capital of Wyoming. Sadly all I had was a name and the last range of her working out ; that made me thirsty than a prisoner on last 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 take over my sexual stress. After about five or so instant of sitting I received a vociferation from Donna.

"how-do-you-do there Donna."
"hello sexual chocolate how do you do ? Or shall I say how can you do me ?"

Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8"or so long dark whisker about 130lbs coco brown cutis that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of booster 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 shaver or spouse just a healthy sexual appetite. She was one of my first gear customer when I branched off on my incline hustle. She refers to me as her cry boy, I just considered myself to be her tool on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, 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 min 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 frame, which was immaculate if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late 30 the way her C-cup breast sat up house upon her thorax. Her farseeing legs were tight and business firm as if she hadn't stopped running cartroad almost 20 old age ago in high school. Her lips 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 deary attribute upon her, her ass. That too was house yet soft and pleasantly flesh out just as an ass man ( such as myself ) would adore. My shaft just about tore through my trouser as I noticed the cat courtship was crotch less. I damn near dropped the nursing bottle of wine-coloured I was carrying as she turned to extend 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 fingerbreadth to my sass and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very minute that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprisal a stripper magnetic pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. ( Intriguing ) I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic john to the R & B music playacting in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the terminal dancing I was about ready to burst in my knickers. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her speed body strength to control her bloodline with her wooden leg wide open exposing her honey pot to my excited eyes. The second meter she performed this maneuver I could wait no to a greater extent. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing strip. As she made touch with my awaiting sassing I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot twat juice and an ever so sweet sound of her moan. I went to work licking and nibbling on her clit making her shrieking and shaking in joy. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my rima oris. Yes I am what you would call a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to shell out clitoric arousal, perhaps tenacious than I would normally in part to urinate 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 font twice already I figure I would let her indite herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would buss her sexual love chancel until she gained enough strength to go on. She must have taken a brace of those 5 hour push shots because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the region lick me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an esurient blower to say the least but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering thought of Cheyenne that made it that much in force but the muscularity Donna was working with was gon na have me explode in no clip. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the pass of my peter and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't help but to figure the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two Sir Thomas More times coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my seminal fluid from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent endeavor and my thoughts of Cheyenne my member would not generate 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 socks completely off."

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