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This just happened yesterday. Took the day off of work to do some shopping, and had planned to finish burning leaves too. I didn’t really end up finishing either of those chores though, because I would be busy flogging a cute brunette all afternoon and into the evening.
About 11 AM or so yesterday, I am in Toys R Us, and noticed a cute brunette browsing Wii games. She looked quite young, but I wasn’t sure exactly how young, and I felt something very special (down in my pants) when I saw her, so I knew I was going to have to find out.
I mosey up beside her and start looking at some of the games. I see her take a long look at me out of my peripheral vision (she looked at me for about 3 seconds before turning away). I then take a couple of steps away from her, eyeballing the contents of the large glass case. She waits a second or two, and then takes a couple of steps in my direction. I look over at her, as if I just noticed her there, and the conversation begins something like this:
She takes her phone out, and I take out mine, and we exchange numbers. I go ahead and grab the couple of items I came in for, and leave. I don’t see her around at all, and I’m just about to text her to see where she’s at, when a notification pops up on my phone. It’s her, telling me she’s inside Barnes & Noble and asking how much longer I’ll be. I tell her I’ll be there in a minute.
I take the items out to my vehicle that I’d purchased, and head back into B&N.
Her interest wasn’t made blatantly obvious when she knocked down the age barrier so much as it was now that she’d been waiting 10 minutes inside another store for me.
I walk in and she’s sitting in a chair in the lounge area by where Starbucks is at, legs crossed, waiting patiently. She sees me and smiles and says “Hey!” and I walk over to her slowly and she says to me: “So you said you were just going to just like, look at some books or whatever?” and I don’t really know what she’s getting at, so I just give a confused look and say “yeah…. ?”
She says an actual “drink drink” sounds way better, and unless I was after anything specific here, we should do that instead. It’s only noon, but I like this girl’s style. I accept immediately, and offer a location just down the road. She says that sounds good, and asks me if she should just ride over with me, and I can bring her back to her car when we’re done. I say that sounds good, and as we’re walking out to my vehicle I place my arm around her waist and tease her a little about the early drinks: “You always have breakfast beer?” She laughs and says: “Haha well, I just like to have fun ya know… it’s not like my life is spiraling out of control because I have a couple drinks on my day off!” We both laugh.
Ah, the refreshing carefree and broad minds of 21-year old girls…
The conversation on the way over continues to be very fun. She tells me she’s in school to be an esthetician (skin care), and I tell her I heard about something recently called a “vagacial” which is like a facial for your vagina. She cracks up laughing and says “Oh my god you know what that is?!! That is awesome!” as we’re pulling in to the parking lot.
We park and go inside and sit next to each other at the bar, and order a couple of beers. We’re still talking about vagacials and things like that. She asks me if I manscape “down there” and I respond that yes I have been ”known to landscape the southern region of the Jones estate”, to which she cracks up laughing even more than before and slaps my thigh.
I’m thinking this could be an easy pull after a couple beers or so.
We sit and continue talking, and the bartender had mentioned something about how the Mega-Millions lottery jackpot is like almost $600 million dollars and the three of us are talking about it. The bartender walks down to the other end of the bar when a couple other folks come inside, and she and I continue talking about this.
I ask her what she would do if she were to win that amount of money. She says she would move to the Caribbean. I say that sounds like a pretty good idea, and that she wouldn’t even have to peddle marijuana since she’d have millions of dollars.
She asks me what I’d do with the money. I say I’d give most of it away, buy homes for all my family and cars for all my friends, and then start a business. She says that I had better not win it, because that would mean she’d never see me again. I respond jokingly, “That’s not true. You could be my Tuesday girl” with a teasing smile and we both laugh and she just says “Oh god!!” and pushes me in the ribs.
At this point, she swivels her chair in my direction and opens her body up toward mine and asks me why I thought it was so important to know how old she was right away. She explains:
(Oh yeah, it’s on ;P)
We get in my vehicle and drive over. When she goes inside she turns the tv on for me and goes to the bathroom. I have to go too, so I use the restroom when she’s done. I come back out of the bathroom and she’s on the couch turning on her laptop and says she wants to show me something.
I sit down next to her, and grab the laptop and place it on the coffee table and say “I have something else in mind” and grab her right arm with my left hand, pull her in firmly and put my right hand behind her head and we kiss.
No resistance at all, she actually sheds her own clothing off and is pulling at my belt buckle in a frenzied passion. I carry her into her bedroom and throw her on the bed, and we proceed to have hot, steamy sex for the next couple of hours.
Man, this girl was a lot of fun. If only they were all like that…
NJ
About 11 AM or so yesterday, I am in Toys R Us, and noticed a cute brunette browsing Wii games. She looked quite young, but I wasn’t sure exactly how young, and I felt something very special (down in my pants) when I saw her, so I knew I was going to have to find out.
I mosey up beside her and start looking at some of the games. I see her take a long look at me out of my peripheral vision (she looked at me for about 3 seconds before turning away). I then take a couple of steps away from her, eyeballing the contents of the large glass case. She waits a second or two, and then takes a couple of steps in my direction. I look over at her, as if I just noticed her there, and the conversation begins something like this:
She takes her phone out, and I take out mine, and we exchange numbers. I go ahead and grab the couple of items I came in for, and leave. I don’t see her around at all, and I’m just about to text her to see where she’s at, when a notification pops up on my phone. It’s her, telling me she’s inside Barnes & Noble and asking how much longer I’ll be. I tell her I’ll be there in a minute.
I take the items out to my vehicle that I’d purchased, and head back into B&N.
Her interest wasn’t made blatantly obvious when she knocked down the age barrier so much as it was now that she’d been waiting 10 minutes inside another store for me.
I walk in and she’s sitting in a chair in the lounge area by where Starbucks is at, legs crossed, waiting patiently. She sees me and smiles and says “Hey!” and I walk over to her slowly and she says to me: “So you said you were just going to just like, look at some books or whatever?” and I don’t really know what she’s getting at, so I just give a confused look and say “yeah…. ?”
She says an actual “drink drink” sounds way better, and unless I was after anything specific here, we should do that instead. It’s only noon, but I like this girl’s style. I accept immediately, and offer a location just down the road. She says that sounds good, and asks me if she should just ride over with me, and I can bring her back to her car when we’re done. I say that sounds good, and as we’re walking out to my vehicle I place my arm around her waist and tease her a little about the early drinks: “You always have breakfast beer?” She laughs and says: “Haha well, I just like to have fun ya know… it’s not like my life is spiraling out of control because I have a couple drinks on my day off!” We both laugh.
Ah, the refreshing carefree and broad minds of 21-year old girls…
The conversation on the way over continues to be very fun. She tells me she’s in school to be an esthetician (skin care), and I tell her I heard about something recently called a “vagacial” which is like a facial for your vagina. She cracks up laughing and says “Oh my god you know what that is?!! That is awesome!” as we’re pulling in to the parking lot.
We park and go inside and sit next to each other at the bar, and order a couple of beers. We’re still talking about vagacials and things like that. She asks me if I manscape “down there” and I respond that yes I have been ”known to landscape the southern region of the Jones estate”, to which she cracks up laughing even more than before and slaps my thigh.
I’m thinking this could be an easy pull after a couple beers or so.
We sit and continue talking, and the bartender had mentioned something about how the Mega-Millions lottery jackpot is like almost $600 million dollars and the three of us are talking about it. The bartender walks down to the other end of the bar when a couple other folks come inside, and she and I continue talking about this.
I ask her what she would do if she were to win that amount of money. She says she would move to the Caribbean. I say that sounds like a pretty good idea, and that she wouldn’t even have to peddle marijuana since she’d have millions of dollars.
She asks me what I’d do with the money. I say I’d give most of it away, buy homes for all my family and cars for all my friends, and then start a business. She says that I had better not win it, because that would mean she’d never see me again. I respond jokingly, “That’s not true. You could be my Tuesday girl” with a teasing smile and we both laugh and she just says “Oh god!!” and pushes me in the ribs.
At this point, she swivels her chair in my direction and opens her body up toward mine and asks me why I thought it was so important to know how old she was right away. She explains:
(Oh yeah, it’s on ;P)
We get in my vehicle and drive over. When she goes inside she turns the tv on for me and goes to the bathroom. I have to go too, so I use the restroom when she’s done. I come back out of the bathroom and she’s on the couch turning on her laptop and says she wants to show me something.
I sit down next to her, and grab the laptop and place it on the coffee table and say “I have something else in mind” and grab her right arm with my left hand, pull her in firmly and put my right hand behind her head and we kiss.
No resistance at all, she actually sheds her own clothing off and is pulling at my belt buckle in a frenzied passion. I carry her into her bedroom and throw her on the bed, and we proceed to have hot, steamy sex for the next couple of hours.
Man, this girl was a lot of fun. If only they were all like that…
NJ
