Smut With A Smirk

Don, Eddie the G, and Phil finally arrived and took their place on the bar stools next to us. The single guys did the barroom scan to see if there was any game afoot just as I had earlier. They pinged a rowdy contingent of CART racing women also lubing themselves for a wonderful Road America experience. The three wise men sauntered over to these healthy looking Wisconsin women and turned on their city slicker charm. I joined in, because after all I was soloing on this trip as well, since Eileen had backed out. We left Jim and Lynn to their relationship bliss. Don was designated wingman because he had recently gotten engaged to Dorette, a woman who worked with us back in advertising hell. The evening's drinking progressed nicely, much better than mine or Phil's luck did with the racing bunnies. Eddie the G on the other hand sauntered out with a tall sturdy blonde ostensibly for a breath of fresh air never to be seen again until the next morning. When the campground sa...

I found  the tip of my tongue  plowing  fragrant  furrows topped with a huge tangle of black bush. I t  was  a not  unfamiliar ,  but  rather  a  r are  occurrence in my life. I could tell I had been drinking.  That has not been  so  rare .  I could tell I was much younger  beca use  I was about to come in my pants while eating...  w ho? I  pe e ked  up and there she was . Gina. I could tell by the toned ,   well  muscled,  long legged,   and  spare breasted  frame.   Bu t   this time  Brittany was sitting upon Gina's face with a look of hunger in her eyes   and  a sly devious intensity being sent in my direction.  Her eyes were big and blue  even  with out  the large framed spectacles she  usually  wore at work.  I was  extra  grateful  that on  this  special  o...