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A little preface information; this takes places after I find my girlfriend (Natasha) of over 10 years cheating. I turned to drugs, drinking, and partying to try and heal my wounds; but nothing worked. I met Allison after playing the field and learning about myself (and what I needed in a sexual partner). If you haven't read "Sexual awakening post nasty divorce" it is the first instalment in this series; followed by "A Sexy Adventure On Mushrooms" You may want to check them out as they predate my relationship with Allison and explain how it got there.
I split my adventures while with Allison into smaller chunks, "An Unlikely Match Leads to Wild Sex" is the first and "She has fun showing off in a car..." is the second. Unfortunately we ended up breaking up after the tragedy of a miscarriage made us realize we wanted different things in life; we stayed friends and even had sex regularly as we were both so busy with work we didn't have time to invest in new relationships.
"Hooking up with Miss Nude Canada" is my first experience post-Allison. I hooked up with Jody and it ended really poorly; so I thought I wasn't capable of a relationship. This story is my first experience after Jody, I decided to get some revenge on Natasha and I had a little x-rated run with her sister! Please leave comments so I know what to change as I post the story going forward; enjoy!
***Please note that I name my cars; two are mentioned - Miley is a Nissan Pulsar GTiR, and Tricia is an Acura Integra Type R.
"The rules of long distance relationships should be the same as those posted at public pools: walk, don't run; no diving in headfirst (even if the water looks deep enough) oh, and shit in the toilet, not on your partner!"
Every time I'd have a relationship end and I needed to distract myself from the overwhelming emotions I was feeling (or to keep myself busy so that I'd stay away from drugs) my default tactic was to bury myself in work, both at my shop, and by making myself available to do more part time work driving semi-trucks. Edmonton was a city that I hated; it was dirty, I found it was poorly laid out, and the people there just seemed to have an air to them where they thought they were better than everyone else (much like Toyota Prius drivers!) But despite my distaste for the city it was necessary to go there not only for customs clearance on containers for my shop but it was a common route when I was hauling extended length trailer sets for Porter.
I spent a bit of time licking my wounds and rebuilding myself after my short relapse (of doing coke mixed with ecstasy while with Jody) and I'd dealt with my moral failure after cheating on Jody with Allison, so after some time had passed I felt I was ready to again enter the arena of dating, and was confident enough to look for another relationship. Because I was spending so much time up in Edmonton (the big Ogden) I expanded my search area to include everything from south of Calgary all the way up to St.Albert (and everything in between).
I honestly don't remember how I first made contact with Pam, it was likely a website like Plenty of Fish or something equivalent (Nexopia or Lava Life) but our interactions eventually evolved to the point that we were using MSN Messenger to communicate and get to know one another. Pam lived just north of Edmonton (up in St.Albert) so if you were going the speed limit the journey from my place down at the far south side of Calgary in New Brighton, all the way up to Pam's door in St.Albert should take just shy of three and a half hours. This was great news when I was getting paid by the hour to drive a truck, but when I was on my own time and headed up to see my girlfriend (so I could get laid) time was suddenly of the essence! In order to reach my goal in record time I would often use my TT 600 street bike or Tricia.
The bike was my weapon of choice because I could consistently keep it up around 250km/h (the top speed of my TT 600) and I didn't have to worry about traffic because I could drive between cars (I know what you're thinking; it's crazy to drive that fast on a bike! but remember this; a sane man is at his sanest just after he has orgasmed!)
My TT 600 was tons of fun to drive around the city or do short trips with; but it was VERY uncomfortable to drive on longer trips because after an hour or so of being crouched over my back would begin to (loudly) protest, and then cramp up. To avoid back problems I would take Tricia; because she was heavily modified and she had not only a turbocharger setup, but she was complemented with NOS (Nitrous Oxide; an instant power boost!) So even tho I couldn't maintain the speed that I was able to when I was using my street bike, I could still make the trip in just under two hours (provided the roads were good).
My relationship with Pam really wasn't anything to write home about; it was based more on our sexual compatibility than anything else (I was still struggling with trust issues) so outside of our exploits in the bedroom we hadn't really built istanbul escort (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/) anything substantial. I still hadn't learned to deal with my insecurities (or how to properly manage conflict) so when things got rocky with Pam I started working more (thinking it would stop us from fighting) but unfortunately my hectic schedule did very little to help fix our rocky domestic situation...
I don't remember what triggered the fight that set everything to follow in motion; but there was an incident where I questioned Pam's honesty. I was certain that I'd caught her in a lie; and I felt like she was stepping outside our agreement to be sexually exclusive. I didn't think Pam had actually cheated on me, but I was convinced that she was entertaining conversations of a sexual nature with other people, and I felt like it was only a matter of time before those inappropriate conversations turned into a lapse of judgement; regardless if that was her intention from the onset or not (this insecurity was likely caused by residual guilt). I think I was only so sceptical and paranoid because I didn't trust myself (therefore I couldn't trust others) because of what I'd done to Jody (when I cheated on her with Allison).
The end result of our fight was that Pam showed me her phone (and the communication she had with the person in question) and she was 100% in the right! Nothing inappropriate had been said between the two, in fact she'd told the guy that she wouldn't reply to some of his questions because he was trying to push the conversation into inappropriate territory, and she wouldn't partake out of respect for her boyfriend (I needed to learn that you should only argue when you're right, and listen when you're wrong). After my tantrum I felt extremely foolish (and like I'd overreacted for nothing) but my ego prevented me from admitting that to Pam, so it fostered her feelings of resentment towards me.
I'd been given undeniable proof that not only was Pam not cheating, but she respected me and the boundaries of our relationship; yet my mind still felt suspicious. Ultimately it was these continued paranoid thoughts (in combination with my trust issues) that led to the demise of our relationship. I constantly found reasons to fault Pam for her actions, and the demands that I was making in order for her to make me feel at ease became increasingly more controlling and even bordered on the manipulative.
My issue wasn't actually with Pam; it was with myself, but I was projecting my insecurities onto her because I didn't want to acknowledge my own shortcomings. As time went on all me and Pam would do when we'd get together was drink or have sex (because if you can't drink your problems away; fuck them!) So our time together would often revolve around bars and then going back to Pam's house (or if we were feeling especially horny; my car) to take out our aggression in a rather spirited game of hide the sausage! Pam struggled with alcohol much like I did, so when she'd get to a certain point in her drinking her mouth would run rampant (again much like mine) so our fights would often take a nasty turn and we'd say things that we both regretted when sober. I learned something very important during my relationship with Pam; when you don't respect yourself, you go looking for signs of disrespect in others.
Pam is relevant not only because she was the first relationship in which my trust issues caused it to end, but also because towards the end of our short lived relationship she became very verbally abusive. I know what you're going to say, "Big guy like you, hurt by words??" But what she was saying impacted me - quite deeply! Pam was usually drunk (so she had no restraint) and I shouldn't of been surprised when she got nasty because we'd had many fights of this nature before, but at the tail end of our relationship she took things to such a low and personal level.
Everything came to a head when we were out at a bar that had just opened out in St.Albert. I don't know what triggered the incident, but alcohol definitely played a huge role (and compounded our issues) ultimately inciting a massive verbal argument right in the middle of the packed bar. In typical forum we ended up "breaking up" (we'd always do this then we'd get back together after we sobered up) and in a drunken stupor Pam ended up leaving me at the bar. My mouth had gotten me in quite the predicament this time; I was way too drunk to drive and even if I could I had nowhere to stay in St.Albert. The icing on the cake was the fact that I'd given Pam my wallet to hold while we were in the club (and in the heat of the argument she left with it) so getting a hotel or taxi was not an option (and I wasn't giving Pam the satisfaction of knowing I was in a bind!)
In my alcohol fuelled state I was scrolling through my phone while trying to figure out a way around calling Pam, hoping to find a friend in Edmonton who could give me somewhere to crash for the night when I came across the only person I knew outside of escort istanbul (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/) my friends thru Pam in the big Ogden; Natasha's sister Kristi. Now I knew right from the onset that this was asking for problems; because it was no secret that Kristi had a thing for me (and I was easily able to verify this affinity as soon as me and Natasha split because Kristi kept messaging me online, or texting me trying to arrange a hook up. She'd even come across my profile on the dating sites and contacted me there, but really I had no other option.
Until that night (when I was fuelled more by alcohol than common sense) Kristi's hookup offer was something that I wanted nothing to do with because I never want to be "that guy" (who caused bad blood between sisters). But for some reason, in that moment, I let my desperation convince me that calling Kristi was a good idea (It's a safe bet that drinking helped me feel ok with this decision!) I justified the whole mess to myself by saying I'll crash on her couch and then I can get her to bring me back for Tricia first thing in the morning; sounds like a bulletproof plan right? What could possibly go wrong? (I'll tell you right now the use of reason and that of an erect penis are mutually exclusive!)
I composed myself then I made the call to tell Kristi my predicament, and asked her if she'd mind coming to rescue me! I was expecting some resistance simply because it was like one in the morning and I was way out in the boondocks, but to my surprise Kristi was not only willing to drive from her place (down by the West Edmonton Mall) all the way out to St.Albert, but she was excited for the chance to come see me! I spent the time waiting for Kristi to make the long drive out to pick me up trying to come up with a scheme to keep things from getting sexual once we got back to her place; as I figured that's where there would be the most opportunity, and therefore temptation, but unfortunately (or fortunately; depending on how you look at it) my planning was all in vain! My well planned scheme got completely blown out the window the moment that Kristi rolled up and got out of her car (that looked like it had 35 owners; one of which was Henry Ford!)
Kristi parked her jalopy and ran from it before jumping up onto me, putting her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my torso as she gave me a huge hug. This was a massive turn on because Kristi was wearing a skirt (that had a slit down one side) so before she leapt onto me she pulled the skirt up to get her legs around my waist, and I could feel the warmth of her panties as they pressed against my abs! Kristi was extremely chipper and flirty right out of the gate; so I knew this was going to be a harder situation to manage than I originally anticipated.
Kristi dropped down and before I had a chance to explain how my mouth ended up getting me stranded in St.Albert she turns to the parking lot and points to my heavily modified Acura Integra Type R before asking; "I bet that Iraqi Rocket is yours?" (And I shook my head in agreement).
"Toss me the keys, we'll leave my shit-box here and bring your car back to my place so it doesn't get stolen!" This seems like a no-brainer to most people... but I'm not most people (in case you hadn't noticed up until this point in the book). My cars have always been very personal to me; I'd safeguard them just like a father would do for his children! I was always been extremely protective of my vehicles and the alcohol had my Asperger's running in overdrive, this combined with my OCD tendencies was making me think that if anybody was going to be getting behind the wheel of Tricia, it was going to be me (regardless if I was drunk or not!)
I was in an incredibly difficult situation and I needed to make a choice; I have always been extremely selective about who I'd let drive my girls, heck the whole reason I bought my Lincoln Navigator was because I wouldn't surrender keys to my vehicles when intoxicated (and I needed something low key to drive when drinking or smoking) but in this particular situation what other option did I have? I had no wallet or any other friends in Edmonton, and Kristi drove all this way to come help me out so she was doing me a huge favour in the grand scheme of things!
I decided to swallow my pride, push my objections aside, and I tossed Kristi the keys to my prized possession; my Acura Integra Type R! Once Kristi had Tricia's keys in her hands we made our way over to the car and climbed in. Our first obstacle was the racing harnesses; not that Kristi didn't know how to use them, but she refused to go anywhere until I put my harness on properly (and not just draped over my shoulders like I wanted!) I was extremely intoxicated, and therefore I may have been being a *smidgen* stubborn, but it was getting a good reaction from my new chauffeur (and we were playfully arguing about safety) when Kristi had enough of my antics so she got out of her side of the car, came over to my side, then she opened my door before istanbul escort bayan (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/) fixing my harness herself so we could hit the road! Kristi was scalding me (much like a mother would a toddler who refuses to buckle up!) but I was protesting my safety equipment by pouting as Kristi was trying to forcibly latch the upper and lower harness in the turnbuckle (which was conveniently positioned between my legs).
I started tussling with Kristi over the latch that was advantageously located in the same neighbourhood as my custard launcher; when suddenly she changed her plan of attack (I think she realized that you can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar) and the next thing I know we're making out! We enjoyed a nice long smooch (a passionate kiss wets a woman's lips two times) and it was at this point in the proceedings that I threw caution to the wind and I became a willing participant!
In the heat of the moment Kristi's hands found their way to my belt and she started frantically undoing my pants, her hand was fumbling with my belt before freeing me awkwardly from my jeans as she wrapped he fingers tightly around my semi-rigid cock. Once I was exposed Kristi began to stroke me methodically, and as I hardened she looked at my growing erection hungrily with her big brown eyes. Before I could process what was happening (in my intoxicated state) Kristi moved her head down to envelope me in the warm wetness of her mouth!
I was in that moment extremely aroused, but something that made the experience especially erotic for me was the fact that this was happening in a public parking lot, and to me the thrill of being caught was intoxicating! The bar we were parked in front of was in a strip mall at the edge of a neighborhood, and yes it was late, but there were still cars left from the people who hadn't left the establishment parked around us, so one can only assume (and hope) that someone could come out at any time! Adding to the risk of getting caught was the fact it was never so late that someone out walking their dog might not happen by us at any second, only to see Kristi expertly working her head up and down my cock on her knees at the side of my car!
I didn't articulate these concerns; I couldn't, Kristi's lips were wrapped around my member and the head of it was all the way back in her throat, she was sucking firmly while swirling her tongue around my shaft (proving she had some mind blowing oral skills!) This was something I hadn't expected (because her sister's skills were definitely lacking) but the whole experience was vaguely lurid and filmic; the thrill was complicated by the fear of being caught, and of being seen! I looked up; scanned all around the parked cars and was almost disappointed that I didn't see a soul!
In my intoxicated (and now extremely aroused) state I was craving a thrill. In the perfect quiet of the suburban night I could hear the sounds of Kristi working her magical mouth on me - the wet noises of spit and skin broken up with a slight grunt as she relaxed her throat so she could take me deeper - a noise I felt in my cock as well as heard with my ears. Kristi settled into a rhythm and her goal became incredibly clear; she wanted my release! I could feel the force of a building orgasm rising from deep within and when I warned Kristi that I was about to cum she didn't even break stride, so I turned her mouth into a daycare centre for my unborn children! Once Kristi swallowed my seed she looked at me with a certain level of pride and satisfaction as she fixed my pants, then she buckled both sides of my racing harness and got up (wiping the parking lot dust and debris off her skirt) before heading back to her side and hopped into Tricia's drivers seat.
Once seated in the power seat Kristi looked over at me with a shit eating grin (and a renewed sense of authority) then she asked "Just how fast is this thing?"
I instantly went into sales mode (telling her about how Tricia has enough power to kick start a star!) Then I started rattling off her turbo specs and LSD options (no not the drug you junkie; Limited Slip Differential) when Kristi interrupted my PowerPoint presentation...
"Make me drive it home the same way you would... I take direction really well in bed... I'm sure you can teach me here?" Well this was a true "Challenge Accepted" moment; I was obviously still lacking blood in my thinking head because of what just happened (plus I was finding this whole 'car slut' thing really appealing) so I was quick to oblige Kristi's request! I coached her for a while in and around St.Albert, we started off at lower speeds on some of the side streets, then once Kristi got a feel for the car and I was confident in her new driving skills (and that she'd follow my instructions without hesitation) we made our way out of the community and onto the highway in St.Albert (to start our journey towards her side of Edmonton).
Kristi was having a lot of fun bouncing in and out of traffic while driving Tricia; and she even managed to get a few people on the highway to do rolling start races with us (where she fired off the nitrous!) This whole experience was actually turning out to be really enjoyable for me (plus a huge turn on) and the longer it went on, the less stressed I was that someone else was behind the wheel of my precious creation.
I split my adventures while with Allison into smaller chunks, "An Unlikely Match Leads to Wild Sex" is the first and "She has fun showing off in a car..." is the second. Unfortunately we ended up breaking up after the tragedy of a miscarriage made us realize we wanted different things in life; we stayed friends and even had sex regularly as we were both so busy with work we didn't have time to invest in new relationships.
"Hooking up with Miss Nude Canada" is my first experience post-Allison. I hooked up with Jody and it ended really poorly; so I thought I wasn't capable of a relationship. This story is my first experience after Jody, I decided to get some revenge on Natasha and I had a little x-rated run with her sister! Please leave comments so I know what to change as I post the story going forward; enjoy!
***Please note that I name my cars; two are mentioned - Miley is a Nissan Pulsar GTiR, and Tricia is an Acura Integra Type R.
"The rules of long distance relationships should be the same as those posted at public pools: walk, don't run; no diving in headfirst (even if the water looks deep enough) oh, and shit in the toilet, not on your partner!"
Every time I'd have a relationship end and I needed to distract myself from the overwhelming emotions I was feeling (or to keep myself busy so that I'd stay away from drugs) my default tactic was to bury myself in work, both at my shop, and by making myself available to do more part time work driving semi-trucks. Edmonton was a city that I hated; it was dirty, I found it was poorly laid out, and the people there just seemed to have an air to them where they thought they were better than everyone else (much like Toyota Prius drivers!) But despite my distaste for the city it was necessary to go there not only for customs clearance on containers for my shop but it was a common route when I was hauling extended length trailer sets for Porter.
I spent a bit of time licking my wounds and rebuilding myself after my short relapse (of doing coke mixed with ecstasy while with Jody) and I'd dealt with my moral failure after cheating on Jody with Allison, so after some time had passed I felt I was ready to again enter the arena of dating, and was confident enough to look for another relationship. Because I was spending so much time up in Edmonton (the big Ogden) I expanded my search area to include everything from south of Calgary all the way up to St.Albert (and everything in between).
I honestly don't remember how I first made contact with Pam, it was likely a website like Plenty of Fish or something equivalent (Nexopia or Lava Life) but our interactions eventually evolved to the point that we were using MSN Messenger to communicate and get to know one another. Pam lived just north of Edmonton (up in St.Albert) so if you were going the speed limit the journey from my place down at the far south side of Calgary in New Brighton, all the way up to Pam's door in St.Albert should take just shy of three and a half hours. This was great news when I was getting paid by the hour to drive a truck, but when I was on my own time and headed up to see my girlfriend (so I could get laid) time was suddenly of the essence! In order to reach my goal in record time I would often use my TT 600 street bike or Tricia.
The bike was my weapon of choice because I could consistently keep it up around 250km/h (the top speed of my TT 600) and I didn't have to worry about traffic because I could drive between cars (I know what you're thinking; it's crazy to drive that fast on a bike! but remember this; a sane man is at his sanest just after he has orgasmed!)
My TT 600 was tons of fun to drive around the city or do short trips with; but it was VERY uncomfortable to drive on longer trips because after an hour or so of being crouched over my back would begin to (loudly) protest, and then cramp up. To avoid back problems I would take Tricia; because she was heavily modified and she had not only a turbocharger setup, but she was complemented with NOS (Nitrous Oxide; an instant power boost!) So even tho I couldn't maintain the speed that I was able to when I was using my street bike, I could still make the trip in just under two hours (provided the roads were good).
My relationship with Pam really wasn't anything to write home about; it was based more on our sexual compatibility than anything else (I was still struggling with trust issues) so outside of our exploits in the bedroom we hadn't really built istanbul escort (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/) anything substantial. I still hadn't learned to deal with my insecurities (or how to properly manage conflict) so when things got rocky with Pam I started working more (thinking it would stop us from fighting) but unfortunately my hectic schedule did very little to help fix our rocky domestic situation...
I don't remember what triggered the fight that set everything to follow in motion; but there was an incident where I questioned Pam's honesty. I was certain that I'd caught her in a lie; and I felt like she was stepping outside our agreement to be sexually exclusive. I didn't think Pam had actually cheated on me, but I was convinced that she was entertaining conversations of a sexual nature with other people, and I felt like it was only a matter of time before those inappropriate conversations turned into a lapse of judgement; regardless if that was her intention from the onset or not (this insecurity was likely caused by residual guilt). I think I was only so sceptical and paranoid because I didn't trust myself (therefore I couldn't trust others) because of what I'd done to Jody (when I cheated on her with Allison).
The end result of our fight was that Pam showed me her phone (and the communication she had with the person in question) and she was 100% in the right! Nothing inappropriate had been said between the two, in fact she'd told the guy that she wouldn't reply to some of his questions because he was trying to push the conversation into inappropriate territory, and she wouldn't partake out of respect for her boyfriend (I needed to learn that you should only argue when you're right, and listen when you're wrong). After my tantrum I felt extremely foolish (and like I'd overreacted for nothing) but my ego prevented me from admitting that to Pam, so it fostered her feelings of resentment towards me.
I'd been given undeniable proof that not only was Pam not cheating, but she respected me and the boundaries of our relationship; yet my mind still felt suspicious. Ultimately it was these continued paranoid thoughts (in combination with my trust issues) that led to the demise of our relationship. I constantly found reasons to fault Pam for her actions, and the demands that I was making in order for her to make me feel at ease became increasingly more controlling and even bordered on the manipulative.
My issue wasn't actually with Pam; it was with myself, but I was projecting my insecurities onto her because I didn't want to acknowledge my own shortcomings. As time went on all me and Pam would do when we'd get together was drink or have sex (because if you can't drink your problems away; fuck them!) So our time together would often revolve around bars and then going back to Pam's house (or if we were feeling especially horny; my car) to take out our aggression in a rather spirited game of hide the sausage! Pam struggled with alcohol much like I did, so when she'd get to a certain point in her drinking her mouth would run rampant (again much like mine) so our fights would often take a nasty turn and we'd say things that we both regretted when sober. I learned something very important during my relationship with Pam; when you don't respect yourself, you go looking for signs of disrespect in others.
Pam is relevant not only because she was the first relationship in which my trust issues caused it to end, but also because towards the end of our short lived relationship she became very verbally abusive. I know what you're going to say, "Big guy like you, hurt by words??" But what she was saying impacted me - quite deeply! Pam was usually drunk (so she had no restraint) and I shouldn't of been surprised when she got nasty because we'd had many fights of this nature before, but at the tail end of our relationship she took things to such a low and personal level.
Everything came to a head when we were out at a bar that had just opened out in St.Albert. I don't know what triggered the incident, but alcohol definitely played a huge role (and compounded our issues) ultimately inciting a massive verbal argument right in the middle of the packed bar. In typical forum we ended up "breaking up" (we'd always do this then we'd get back together after we sobered up) and in a drunken stupor Pam ended up leaving me at the bar. My mouth had gotten me in quite the predicament this time; I was way too drunk to drive and even if I could I had nowhere to stay in St.Albert. The icing on the cake was the fact that I'd given Pam my wallet to hold while we were in the club (and in the heat of the argument she left with it) so getting a hotel or taxi was not an option (and I wasn't giving Pam the satisfaction of knowing I was in a bind!)
In my alcohol fuelled state I was scrolling through my phone while trying to figure out a way around calling Pam, hoping to find a friend in Edmonton who could give me somewhere to crash for the night when I came across the only person I knew outside of escort istanbul (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/) my friends thru Pam in the big Ogden; Natasha's sister Kristi. Now I knew right from the onset that this was asking for problems; because it was no secret that Kristi had a thing for me (and I was easily able to verify this affinity as soon as me and Natasha split because Kristi kept messaging me online, or texting me trying to arrange a hook up. She'd even come across my profile on the dating sites and contacted me there, but really I had no other option.
Until that night (when I was fuelled more by alcohol than common sense) Kristi's hookup offer was something that I wanted nothing to do with because I never want to be "that guy" (who caused bad blood between sisters). But for some reason, in that moment, I let my desperation convince me that calling Kristi was a good idea (It's a safe bet that drinking helped me feel ok with this decision!) I justified the whole mess to myself by saying I'll crash on her couch and then I can get her to bring me back for Tricia first thing in the morning; sounds like a bulletproof plan right? What could possibly go wrong? (I'll tell you right now the use of reason and that of an erect penis are mutually exclusive!)
I composed myself then I made the call to tell Kristi my predicament, and asked her if she'd mind coming to rescue me! I was expecting some resistance simply because it was like one in the morning and I was way out in the boondocks, but to my surprise Kristi was not only willing to drive from her place (down by the West Edmonton Mall) all the way out to St.Albert, but she was excited for the chance to come see me! I spent the time waiting for Kristi to make the long drive out to pick me up trying to come up with a scheme to keep things from getting sexual once we got back to her place; as I figured that's where there would be the most opportunity, and therefore temptation, but unfortunately (or fortunately; depending on how you look at it) my planning was all in vain! My well planned scheme got completely blown out the window the moment that Kristi rolled up and got out of her car (that looked like it had 35 owners; one of which was Henry Ford!)
Kristi parked her jalopy and ran from it before jumping up onto me, putting her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my torso as she gave me a huge hug. This was a massive turn on because Kristi was wearing a skirt (that had a slit down one side) so before she leapt onto me she pulled the skirt up to get her legs around my waist, and I could feel the warmth of her panties as they pressed against my abs! Kristi was extremely chipper and flirty right out of the gate; so I knew this was going to be a harder situation to manage than I originally anticipated.
Kristi dropped down and before I had a chance to explain how my mouth ended up getting me stranded in St.Albert she turns to the parking lot and points to my heavily modified Acura Integra Type R before asking; "I bet that Iraqi Rocket is yours?" (And I shook my head in agreement).
"Toss me the keys, we'll leave my shit-box here and bring your car back to my place so it doesn't get stolen!" This seems like a no-brainer to most people... but I'm not most people (in case you hadn't noticed up until this point in the book). My cars have always been very personal to me; I'd safeguard them just like a father would do for his children! I was always been extremely protective of my vehicles and the alcohol had my Asperger's running in overdrive, this combined with my OCD tendencies was making me think that if anybody was going to be getting behind the wheel of Tricia, it was going to be me (regardless if I was drunk or not!)
I was in an incredibly difficult situation and I needed to make a choice; I have always been extremely selective about who I'd let drive my girls, heck the whole reason I bought my Lincoln Navigator was because I wouldn't surrender keys to my vehicles when intoxicated (and I needed something low key to drive when drinking or smoking) but in this particular situation what other option did I have? I had no wallet or any other friends in Edmonton, and Kristi drove all this way to come help me out so she was doing me a huge favour in the grand scheme of things!
I decided to swallow my pride, push my objections aside, and I tossed Kristi the keys to my prized possession; my Acura Integra Type R! Once Kristi had Tricia's keys in her hands we made our way over to the car and climbed in. Our first obstacle was the racing harnesses; not that Kristi didn't know how to use them, but she refused to go anywhere until I put my harness on properly (and not just draped over my shoulders like I wanted!) I was extremely intoxicated, and therefore I may have been being a *smidgen* stubborn, but it was getting a good reaction from my new chauffeur (and we were playfully arguing about safety) when Kristi had enough of my antics so she got out of her side of the car, came over to my side, then she opened my door before istanbul escort bayan (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/istanbul-escort/) fixing my harness herself so we could hit the road! Kristi was scalding me (much like a mother would a toddler who refuses to buckle up!) but I was protesting my safety equipment by pouting as Kristi was trying to forcibly latch the upper and lower harness in the turnbuckle (which was conveniently positioned between my legs).
I started tussling with Kristi over the latch that was advantageously located in the same neighbourhood as my custard launcher; when suddenly she changed her plan of attack (I think she realized that you can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar) and the next thing I know we're making out! We enjoyed a nice long smooch (a passionate kiss wets a woman's lips two times) and it was at this point in the proceedings that I threw caution to the wind and I became a willing participant!
In the heat of the moment Kristi's hands found their way to my belt and she started frantically undoing my pants, her hand was fumbling with my belt before freeing me awkwardly from my jeans as she wrapped he fingers tightly around my semi-rigid cock. Once I was exposed Kristi began to stroke me methodically, and as I hardened she looked at my growing erection hungrily with her big brown eyes. Before I could process what was happening (in my intoxicated state) Kristi moved her head down to envelope me in the warm wetness of her mouth!
I was in that moment extremely aroused, but something that made the experience especially erotic for me was the fact that this was happening in a public parking lot, and to me the thrill of being caught was intoxicating! The bar we were parked in front of was in a strip mall at the edge of a neighborhood, and yes it was late, but there were still cars left from the people who hadn't left the establishment parked around us, so one can only assume (and hope) that someone could come out at any time! Adding to the risk of getting caught was the fact it was never so late that someone out walking their dog might not happen by us at any second, only to see Kristi expertly working her head up and down my cock on her knees at the side of my car!
I didn't articulate these concerns; I couldn't, Kristi's lips were wrapped around my member and the head of it was all the way back in her throat, she was sucking firmly while swirling her tongue around my shaft (proving she had some mind blowing oral skills!) This was something I hadn't expected (because her sister's skills were definitely lacking) but the whole experience was vaguely lurid and filmic; the thrill was complicated by the fear of being caught, and of being seen! I looked up; scanned all around the parked cars and was almost disappointed that I didn't see a soul!
In my intoxicated (and now extremely aroused) state I was craving a thrill. In the perfect quiet of the suburban night I could hear the sounds of Kristi working her magical mouth on me - the wet noises of spit and skin broken up with a slight grunt as she relaxed her throat so she could take me deeper - a noise I felt in my cock as well as heard with my ears. Kristi settled into a rhythm and her goal became incredibly clear; she wanted my release! I could feel the force of a building orgasm rising from deep within and when I warned Kristi that I was about to cum she didn't even break stride, so I turned her mouth into a daycare centre for my unborn children! Once Kristi swallowed my seed she looked at me with a certain level of pride and satisfaction as she fixed my pants, then she buckled both sides of my racing harness and got up (wiping the parking lot dust and debris off her skirt) before heading back to her side and hopped into Tricia's drivers seat.
Once seated in the power seat Kristi looked over at me with a shit eating grin (and a renewed sense of authority) then she asked "Just how fast is this thing?"
I instantly went into sales mode (telling her about how Tricia has enough power to kick start a star!) Then I started rattling off her turbo specs and LSD options (no not the drug you junkie; Limited Slip Differential) when Kristi interrupted my PowerPoint presentation...
"Make me drive it home the same way you would... I take direction really well in bed... I'm sure you can teach me here?" Well this was a true "Challenge Accepted" moment; I was obviously still lacking blood in my thinking head because of what just happened (plus I was finding this whole 'car slut' thing really appealing) so I was quick to oblige Kristi's request! I coached her for a while in and around St.Albert, we started off at lower speeds on some of the side streets, then once Kristi got a feel for the car and I was confident in her new driving skills (and that she'd follow my instructions without hesitation) we made our way out of the community and onto the highway in St.Albert (to start our journey towards her side of Edmonton).
Kristi was having a lot of fun bouncing in and out of traffic while driving Tricia; and she even managed to get a few people on the highway to do rolling start races with us (where she fired off the nitrous!) This whole experience was actually turning out to be really enjoyable for me (plus a huge turn on) and the longer it went on, the less stressed I was that someone else was behind the wheel of my precious creation.