General Peters
Hey friends. I checked out a salon that I've never been to before. It was that middle-of-the-road type that you see in strip malls, not dirt cheap like those asian spooge joints where there's one bed in the whole place with a rusty lock on the door, used towels and porn rags lying around. This one was more classy but not a top-of-the-line, $100.00 out of your ass per visit joint where you have that 40 something year old bisexual fukko with raccoon eyes at the front desk going "we are HIGH QUALITY!!!"
I slip in there and it's quiet, kinda warm in there with two rows of rooms, about 10 beds total. Nobody was at the desk but there was one short, petite most likely high school brunette down the hall who saw me and came walking forward. She had been working the sun lamps pretty hard and had the dark tan going. Beautiful little fukken tan short legs, and dark jean shorts that were practically spray-painted on. They were clinging to her asscheeks at a 3 ml thick clip, and if she wasn't wearing a piece of fishing wire underneath then she was definitely going commando.
And the shirt. Wholly fukken fugelhorns she was wearing a tight camo t-shirt that said "ARMY" as my cannon cokk began to rise and take aim. I told her I wanted to do a 15 minute sesson and then come back next week and sign up for more minutes perhaps. She started punching my information into the system and was clearly as bright as a pillow sack full of bolts and washers. Her brain may have been equivalent to a honeydew melon but it was those two perky melons under her shirt that I gave a fukk about at this point. When she put my name in, she hit shift even though it was already on caps lock, so the stupid whore put my name in as gIOVANNI pETERS and didn't even catch the mistake even though it was right there before her eyes as bold as Dallas.
I gave her a bullshyte address and she typed in "St" and then giggled "it looks like State! Hee hee hee . But it's street!"
I pretended to be looking intently at the payment plans for minutes, unlimited, months, etc. as she was asking questions and typing away, but the whole time I stared at that asscrack and could get away with it because she was so damn ignorant. I chanted in my brain, "spankity bankity spankity bankity spankity bankity boobs and ass boobs and ass boobs and ass spankity bankity spankity bankity...." and she got to the "sex" part and said, "and you are a male" while clicking the button. I got a stupid Kevin Arnold grin on my face and said, "You've Got Male!"
FUKK!! that was stupid.
She giggled and did a sexy fukken over-the-shoulder look while going "heee heee!!"
"Look back at the screen so I can continue to look at those asscheeks and tanned quads, ****," I thought. I was pressing my crank against the counter and busting oak when she finally said, "room six or nine?"
I scratched my chin with my right hand with my left hand tucked behind my back while looking up into the air for a few seconds and then flashed a quick, confident finger point at her with my left hand while switching my right hand behind me in a tuck position and said, "Let's go with number 6" (as my jimmy was in a Steve Garvey type mood).
She said, "there will be five minutes for you to get undressed and...do whatever else you need to do..."
"Trust me," I thought, "I'll only need about 5 seconds to 'do what I need to do' after seeing your tight, teen poptart figure."
I grasped the canvas of her body once more before heading down the hall, like Rivera throwing one last pitch in the bullpen before going out to the field to close out the ninth. I walked with elegance towards #6, went in there and got down to me fukken boxers, lathered up with lotion and plopped my ass in the tanning bed, immediately flogging my hose with courage. T-Rex's "Get it On" was playing on the little radio station..."you're dirty sweet and you're my girl..."
I had those ass and boobiliy boobs firmly in my dome while jerking to a jizz-splattering climax.
Then, some slight panic. I was a veteran but new to this place and didn't want to get off on the wrong foot by wiping cum off my tummy with their towel. That's like a fukk on the first date. Have SOME class, dammit, G-slice, I thought to myself. So I used one of my socks to clean off.
Instead, after the tanning session was over and while "Wild Wild West" was taking its turn on the radio station, I used the towel to wipe up my sweat on myself and on the bed....that way she would touch my sweat and get turned on when picking up my towel.
Foithermore, I put my Timberland half-boots on with no socks since I had jizz on my socks, but I used the socks instead to stuff my crotch. I ran my fingers through my curly hair and opened the door, walking out.
"How did it go?" she asked while staring at the bulge.
"Dandy. I'll see you next Monday. Have a nice weekend, tiger."
She giggled again, "Hee hee!! Ok you too!"
A half hour later I was out on my porch in the warm weather. My roommate Proctor came out there and sat down, as we sat there sipping Glen Ord, like Shatner and Spader at the end of a Boston Legal episode. I explained to him that there was a hot lass at the local tanning salon.
"...I thought I'd just go into that place once, try it out and then hit up the one across town for the long haul, but our plans don't always turn out how we think."
"So you're going back to that one?"
"I told her Monday, so Monday it is."
"She probably won't even be there."
"She will. She knows I'm coming back Monday, so it's a date."
He laughed.
"I think it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship," I said.
We clinked our glasses. WAR the end of summertime, where the firm breasts are still a-bloomin all over C-Ville, and the moneydog is reaping the benefits.
fukken A.
-Giovanni
popcorn dawgfish
I slip in there and it's quiet, kinda warm in there with two rows of rooms, about 10 beds total. Nobody was at the desk but there was one short, petite most likely high school brunette down the hall who saw me and came walking forward. She had been working the sun lamps pretty hard and had the dark tan going. Beautiful little fukken tan short legs, and dark jean shorts that were practically spray-painted on. They were clinging to her asscheeks at a 3 ml thick clip, and if she wasn't wearing a piece of fishing wire underneath then she was definitely going commando.
And the shirt. Wholly fukken fugelhorns she was wearing a tight camo t-shirt that said "ARMY" as my cannon cokk began to rise and take aim. I told her I wanted to do a 15 minute sesson and then come back next week and sign up for more minutes perhaps. She started punching my information into the system and was clearly as bright as a pillow sack full of bolts and washers. Her brain may have been equivalent to a honeydew melon but it was those two perky melons under her shirt that I gave a fukk about at this point. When she put my name in, she hit shift even though it was already on caps lock, so the stupid whore put my name in as gIOVANNI pETERS and didn't even catch the mistake even though it was right there before her eyes as bold as Dallas.
I gave her a bullshyte address and she typed in "St" and then giggled "it looks like State! Hee hee hee . But it's street!"
I pretended to be looking intently at the payment plans for minutes, unlimited, months, etc. as she was asking questions and typing away, but the whole time I stared at that asscrack and could get away with it because she was so damn ignorant. I chanted in my brain, "spankity bankity spankity bankity spankity bankity boobs and ass boobs and ass boobs and ass spankity bankity spankity bankity...." and she got to the "sex" part and said, "and you are a male" while clicking the button. I got a stupid Kevin Arnold grin on my face and said, "You've Got Male!"
FUKK!! that was stupid.
She giggled and did a sexy fukken over-the-shoulder look while going "heee heee!!"
"Look back at the screen so I can continue to look at those asscheeks and tanned quads, ****," I thought. I was pressing my crank against the counter and busting oak when she finally said, "room six or nine?"
I scratched my chin with my right hand with my left hand tucked behind my back while looking up into the air for a few seconds and then flashed a quick, confident finger point at her with my left hand while switching my right hand behind me in a tuck position and said, "Let's go with number 6" (as my jimmy was in a Steve Garvey type mood).
She said, "there will be five minutes for you to get undressed and...do whatever else you need to do..."
"Trust me," I thought, "I'll only need about 5 seconds to 'do what I need to do' after seeing your tight, teen poptart figure."
I grasped the canvas of her body once more before heading down the hall, like Rivera throwing one last pitch in the bullpen before going out to the field to close out the ninth. I walked with elegance towards #6, went in there and got down to me fukken boxers, lathered up with lotion and plopped my ass in the tanning bed, immediately flogging my hose with courage. T-Rex's "Get it On" was playing on the little radio station..."you're dirty sweet and you're my girl..."
I had those ass and boobiliy boobs firmly in my dome while jerking to a jizz-splattering climax.
Then, some slight panic. I was a veteran but new to this place and didn't want to get off on the wrong foot by wiping cum off my tummy with their towel. That's like a fukk on the first date. Have SOME class, dammit, G-slice, I thought to myself. So I used one of my socks to clean off.
Instead, after the tanning session was over and while "Wild Wild West" was taking its turn on the radio station, I used the towel to wipe up my sweat on myself and on the bed....that way she would touch my sweat and get turned on when picking up my towel.
Foithermore, I put my Timberland half-boots on with no socks since I had jizz on my socks, but I used the socks instead to stuff my crotch. I ran my fingers through my curly hair and opened the door, walking out.
"How did it go?" she asked while staring at the bulge.
"Dandy. I'll see you next Monday. Have a nice weekend, tiger."
She giggled again, "Hee hee!! Ok you too!"
A half hour later I was out on my porch in the warm weather. My roommate Proctor came out there and sat down, as we sat there sipping Glen Ord, like Shatner and Spader at the end of a Boston Legal episode. I explained to him that there was a hot lass at the local tanning salon.
"...I thought I'd just go into that place once, try it out and then hit up the one across town for the long haul, but our plans don't always turn out how we think."
"So you're going back to that one?"
"I told her Monday, so Monday it is."
"She probably won't even be there."
"She will. She knows I'm coming back Monday, so it's a date."
He laughed.
"I think it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship," I said.
We clinked our glasses. WAR the end of summertime, where the firm breasts are still a-bloomin all over C-Ville, and the moneydog is reaping the benefits.
fukken A.
-Giovanni
popcorn dawgfish
