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... where you'll find my short stories and other random thoughts. Don't take me too seriously - I'm smiling while I write this stuff !

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My Private Mail Box
Posted:Jul 12, 2018 9:41 am
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My Private Mail Box allows us to connect , in uninterrupted privacy . 'Click' - ' Comments' , leave a message and my response will appear on your own Blog Main Page - 'Where I am Quoted' , or check back here .
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She Just Had An Orgasm?
Posted:Oct 17, 2018 12:29 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2018 4:17 pm
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I will always recall that special moment, when, I was pretty sure - she had an orgasm.
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Lynn, lay naked, spread across my bed, and urged me to continue. I brushed my fingertips along her breasts, outlined her erect nipples and feathered my way down her smooth belly and across her raised hips. Eventually, I caressed my way around her silky inner thighs - toward where she wanted to be touched. Her legs twitched, as my tongue, outlined those last, warm, supple curves, before I reached her spot.

With quickened breath, she gasped, as I consumed her. Lynn's liquescent sweeteness, moistened my lips and her scent, bewitched me. I could feel, the tension in her body growing and I knew her nerve endings and muscles, pulsed and danced, to my command. It pleased me, to please her! Lynn gasped once again, and gripped the sheets with both hands, clutching them, with white knuckled strength.

She had, completely, surrendered herself to me and finally, I acquiesced, and allowed her to - release it all ! Lynn lost all awareness of her surroundings, and those moments of euphoria - felt timeless to her.

Her body shivered as her convulsions multiplied while her cute, pink painted toes, curled, and uncurled, in nimble rhythms. She tried (unsuccessfully), to clamp my face between her thighs. Then, as she arched her back and buried her tilted head, deep into the pillow - a soft moan escaped from her throat. She raised her hips and pursed her lips in blissful ecstasy, with that look of hers - that I was so familiar with. She looked beautiful... and spent.

After some moments, her breathing resumed ... Lynn opened her eyes, gazed at me, and whispered - in a languid, breathless tone ...

"Oh, my gosh... that was unbelievable! That was just... so... fucking incredible!"


© October 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Boys and girls ; Can you describe your orgasm and do your toes curl ?

Is it like the feeling you get after a good sneeze or like a popping champagne bottle, or perhaps... more like an explosion in space?

The tittle of this story is just me being facetious. My take on some women I've been with - being rather passive in bed. Or was it just me? Eeee....
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Sex and the Royal Flush
Posted:Oct 15, 2018 11:04 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2018 9:05 am
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Last weekend, I was thinking about things and I was feeling a bit low. My life, felt as if it had been poured into a porcelain toilet.

It swirled hypnoticaly, round and around in a steady clockwise motion, yet it never quite flushed itself away, nor completely from my view. As I watched, it always, resiliently, bubbled back up, to where I might even have scooped it into my hands, sifted through it's slime and sins, cleaned it - and started fresh.

I waited, with so much hope, yet it would fool me and repeat it's illusion, all over again. As I lingered impatiently, it steadfastly twirled, and circled in that foamy abyss for what seemed like - hours. Eventually, I gave up, waved goodbye... and called a plumber buddy of mine.

"I might need explosives to dislodge this one.", he joked with me, as he walked back to his truck.

I cracked up laughing as I waited for his return. It was the only thing I could do - at that point !


© October 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Do you call an expert or do you do your own home maintenance and repairs ?

Any good home reno or bathroom plumber horror stories out there?


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Fornicating Vegans
Posted:Oct 11, 2018 12:01 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2018 1:25 pm
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There are a wide selection of vegan choices here in this city but that restaurant on the Plateau (in Montreal's south central area), was NOT one of the them. Anthony Bourdain, had been there year.s ago, and he had given it a blurry eyed, two thumbs up - so last week, my brother and I finally, went to check it out.

It was a Tuesday night and the place was off the charts hopping and slammed - not a free table to be found. Our reservations took a month to secure. I gently sipped my neat scotch, while taking in the vibe of the place.

The logo of the establishment, is a pig's foot and they serve - meat, meat and then more meat, with a sprinkling of diverse, fresh 'daily catch' fish and crustaceans. The tall ceiling was framed with oak beams and the hardwood floors were well worn. It was an open concept kitchen , where you could see, and smell the aroma of flaming, charing meals, as they were being prepared. We salivated, just sitting there. We were crammed table to table, and elbow to elbow next to neighbors - we had no choice, but to befriend. The music was hypnotically rhythmic and loud - 'indie chill', with a smidgen of 'top 40'. My brother and I had made up our minds on what to order and it was time to call our waiter over.

The extensive menu included foie gras, pork, duck, veal, quail, venison, rabbit, roasted lamb, roasted pork and beef ribs, and those assorted ocean creatures ... and stuff that I really wish, I could have had an opportunity to sample over two weeks or three. Maple syrup, cognac and cream seemed to have been infused into many sauces. It was a restaurant that could easily cost you 5,000 to 6,000 calories, in one sitting. Oh, and did I mention the foie gras?

I can't describe the meal we had (with any justice), except to say that - it was an epic three hour event ! We had the foie gras appetiser and I ordered the 'duck in a can' (go ahead and ask me), and my brother and I shared the roasted pig head. It was an excessive and decadently authentic, Québécois experience and we had ordered way... too much food. It was a meal, 'to die for'. Eventually... we motioned for the bill.

Our waiter seamlessly angled his way through the cluster of tables, but stopped just short of me - to acknowledge the hipster couple next to us, who had been there, for quite some time. They had already placed their menus face down on the table and had been waiting for their (our) waiter, with obvious impatience. We were right next to them, when we heard them speak.

"We just drove up, from out of town, and it took us three months to get this reservation, but there is nothing... here... that interests us - nothing !", the man spoke, as he crossed his arms. His well dressed female companion, looked up at the waiter and she smirked as she nodded her head in agreement.

"What can YOU show , two hungry vegans?", he continued, as he drummed his fingers on the table, and frowned. The music and the din in the room barely muffled his anger and annoyance.

"I can show YOU, the fucking door ! ", our waiter replied smiling, while he eloquently pointed to his left, with ballet seasoned grace.

He then he turned toward us, and presented me with our bill. He also offered (on the house), shots of brandy, which he shared with us while we toasted to the night ! As we left, the grumbling vegan pair (next to us) , begrudgingly, got up and left as well. A table was free and a smiling, gleeful couple was soon being seated.

That grandiose meal my brother and I enjoyed, was one that I won't soon forget. We waddled out the door and into the fresh cool night - huge smiles, pasted on our faces.


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So...
When was the last time you had an incredible foodie experience where the meal was unbelievable and you stuffed your face?

With so much mammalian protein in semen and female extracts ... do vegans swallow or do they practice 'catch and release'?


© October 2018 Paul P.
By the way... I have nothing against vegans, I just thought it was a funny story. In fact, some of my best friends are... actually, none of.. oh - never mind.
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Copy and paste the link below. This is where we ate. It's a laugh. 'Anthony Bourdain - Eating at Au Pied de Cochon in Montréal'
https://youtu.be/SD2HxJoCD54

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The Scent of Sex - Or Just an Illusion ?
Posted:Oct 2, 2018 12:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2018 6:57 am
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The sense of smell, is a powerful aphrodisiac.
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I sprayed on a new cologne yesterday morning, just as I started my day - and it totally blew me away.

It was a cologne that I had acquired as a gift. My skin just seemed to absorb it , transpose it , and blend it into something inexplicably ethereal, sexy and hot ! It had become ME , in less than one day. My nostrils flared happily, every time I would pick up a faint wisp of my scent. I strode everywhere, with a confident tilt to my vibe.

The woman, working at my favorite grocery store unwittingly agreed. She smiled and then fixed her gaze at me (captivated) , as I waved my credit card over the scanner.

"What's that you're wearing?", she had asked playfully ." You smell good."

She was right - I did smell good. As I savor myself now, I still do. If I was a woman, I would want to 'DO' me ! Lol... And then again... it's just cologne and it's just a smell. It's just an illusion - isn't it?


©October 2018 Paul P.
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So ....
Do you ever smell someone and just find them overwhelmingly edible and sexy ?

Have you ever worn perfume or cologne and turned yourself on ?


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What is it about odours and the sense of smell that influences both men women in their sexual desires ?
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Paranormal Blow Job
Posted:Sep 30, 2018 10:38 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2018 5:08 am
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I once had a paranormal experience. It was scary !
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Many, many years ago, on a hot summer's night (when my wife and I were still together), I was sleeping soundly in our bed, next to her - dreaming. It was around midnight (I presume, as that is when ghosts normally appear) , when I was awakened by an aberration . It formed a ghostly shadow, under those dimly lit, white sheets, and that aberration , was sucking on my dick . I froze... in excited fear.

I was astonished, when I realized (after apprehensively lifting the sheets), that what I thought was a ghost, was actually my wife ! It was a spectral event, that left me shaking, quivering and (not to mention), quite aroused.

She had rarely, been down there and she had startled me - to say the least. Evidently, my wife had been having a dream of her own.

"So, what's happening, dear ? What's going on?", I asked.

She confessed to me, that she had had a nightmare, where she was choking on a 'foot long' hot dog, while at a baseball game.

"I'm going for a glass of water." I declared, as I tried to focus in that dimness. She quickly wiped her smeared wet lips with the back of her hand.

Composing myself after that scare, I got up, walked to the kitchen, and poured myself an ice, cold, glass of water. She was already asleep and snoring, when I crawled gingerly, back into bed.

©October 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Have you ever been with a lover who did not enjoy oral sex?

Is that a deal breaker?


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Long story, short... I did not believe my wife's aversion to oral sex, prior to us exchanging rings. I thought I could work around 'that'. I was wrong. It just added to the plethora of other stuff that went down between us. Oh well...
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Submitted to the 'Virtual Symposium no 46 #46 October Paranormal LINK

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Her Handcuffs Were Ready
Posted:Sep 27, 2018 12:05 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2018 8:04 am
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'Luck' is a fickle lady, who dishes out the good, and the bad, with (some might say), impartial equilibrium.
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He was driving into the parking lot of one of those large 'hardware stores', when he heard the familiar, yet panic inducing, twin siren blasts, from a police car, which had pulled up - right behind him. He stopped his car, lowered his windows, and turned off the engine. He adjusted his tie and looked into his rearview mirror, as the attractive blond, pony tailed, female officer, opened her door, and strutted over. 'Oh... My... Gosh.', he thought to himself.

He considered what problems there could be, however, nothing came to mind. Casually, the blue eyed, beauty with the big badge, and bulging gun belt, leaned toward his window.

"Did you know that you were driving with your right rear passenger door slightly open?"

And she was right ! He should have noticed the lights on his dash, but, the brilliant yellow glare from the setting sun, had been blinding him.

"Thanks. I hadn't noticed. Thank you... very much ! ", he stammered nervously.

She tipped her hat, nodded, and slowly walked back to her blue and white cruiser.

Relieved, he opened his door, walked to the back of his car and opened up the right rear passenger door. Out fell, the full beer can he'd just been drinking, and a plastic bag containing another five empty cans. They clanged to the ground.

The cheerful blond officer, was just reaching her door, when she turned around. Her view of the trash and the beer can, was blocked, but she'd heard the clatter.

"You'd better pick that stuff up, or I'll have to give you a citation for littering."

She laughed and adjusted her gun belt then slipped into her driver's seat, started her engine and veered right. She stopped a hundred yards (or so) away, in that half empty parking lot, and... well, she continued to do - whatever police do when they're not chasing 'bad guys'.

He quickly picked up the dripping beer can, threw the plastic bag of empties in the back seat, slammed the rear passenger door, then scurried to his side of the car, and ducked in behind the steering wheel. He looked around furtively. 'Ooooo... That was close.', he thought to himself as he lowered his head and took a large sip of the (still chilled) beer.

He started his engine and adjusted his mirror, when suddenly, he heard the aganizingly loud and painful sound of - screeching brakes and metal, crunching metal. His car shook violently. He looked up to see that he'd just been 'rear ended', by one of those monster S.U.V. s. The police car parked in the distance flashed it's lights, 'beeped' it's siren twice and slowly, approached his crash site.

"Oh great ! This is just fucking great !", he exclaimed.

He looked at the beer he grasped in his hand, and wondered where he might hide it. At that moment, the driver of that S.U.V. stumbled out of his truck and staggered toward his open window.

"Hey buddy. I'm really sorry man. I didn't notice you were stopped. Yeah... I didn't notice... ."

'Holy shit ! This guy is drunk as a skunk.', he realized. He very gently, placed his beer can, under his seat, popped a mint gum into his mouth and confidently stepped out of his car, to greet the approaching police car. A large smile gradually beamed across his face.


©September 2018 Paul P.
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So...

Do you consider yourself lucky?

Have you (or someone you know), ever been able to talk your way out of a 'situation', with any type of authorities; police, airport, border, high school principal, crossing guard, etc... ?


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Lady Luck... is a fickle friend . She has worked her magic for me on many occasions, and yet at other times - she has barely known my name.
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Fellatio Fun and the City Bus
Posted:Sep 26, 2018 12:11 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2018 12:11 pm
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Lynn was always getting us into trouble...
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I tried to push Lynn's hands off my lap, as I steered the car into the far right lane. She laughed and continued to grasp at the zipper on my pants. We had just pulled off the highway and we were approaching city traffic.

"Lynn ! Seriously... I'm trying to drive. Come on honey. We'll be home soon."

"I don't care Paul. Move your hands out of the way. I want you... now ! ", she giggled back at me as she grabbed my shaft through my pants .

I struggled against her, but as I neared traffic I needed both hands on the wheel. I was loosing the battle. Lynn was a small woman , but powerful.

"People will see you Dear." , I desperately pleaded.

"Nobody will see anything, Paul. Don't worry."

I looked at her lustful, happy smiley face, and her twinkling blue green eyes - and with that, I gave up. Her hands deftly unzipped me and yanked my chubby friend out. We'd been playing this game , for over 10 miles now and I knew that I would eventually loose - or win, depending on how you looked at things.

When Lynn finally lowered her head onto my hard phallus and placed her warm, wet mouth over my glans, I thought I would explode right then. Moving skillfully with the experience of a seasoned girlfriend, who knew EXACTLY how to get her boyfriend off, she raised and lowered her mouth with precisioned economy. She moved... agonizingly... teasingly... slowly. At that rate, I would cum in mere minutes. It was then, that we approached the red traffic light and the Transit Bus - waiting at that light.

"Lynn ! Lynn ! Stop! We're at a light. There's a city bus right next to us."

I tried to lift her mouth off me but she gripped me with, even tighter, suction cup strength . My throbbing organ was firmly held between her lips, when I slowed to a stop, next to that bus. The first person to notice anything, was the bus driver, who turned his head left, looked down at us and did a double take. He smiled at me, as Lynn's head bobbed rhythmically - up, and down.

The middle aged women seated in the bench seat (directly behind the driver), then began smiling and pointing. Lastly, the young men in the second row, were soon avid voyeurs, as well. My head and body were tingling as Lynn expertly brought me closer and closer to an orgasm, as she gently caressed my twitching member with her lips and tongue. I turned to the right again, and to my horror, noticed that quite a few more people in that bus, were now crowded up front, along side those first two rows of seats. They all seemed to be enjoying the erotic, uninhibited public spectacle Lynn and I were providing.

Finally, the light changed and I sped off. Halfway to the next intersection, I came in an explosion of body jolting convulsions and brain numbing bliss, that almost threw us into the sidewalk (and a telephone pole), as our car swerved. While my throbbing dick recovered, Lynn lifted her head, beamed lovingly, and kissed me. I tasted my own sweet saltiness, on her tongue.

'Hmm.. ' I smiled to myself. 'So that's , why they love it so much.'

"Hey !", Lynn chirped, pointing to the right. "There's a Mickey Dee's over there. Let's pull in and get some lunch!"

"I thought you just had some lunch ."

Lynn looked at me and laughed, and then poked me sharply in the ribs. I slowly turned into the drive-thru and as I did, that city bus drove by. The bus driver, and a few other passengers, happily waved to us. Lynn and I waved back.

©September 2018 Paul P.
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So...
Have you, or anyone you know ever done naughty things in a car or any other type of vehicle - like a boat, plane, train, bus, or submarine ?

Have you ever teased your lover in public places?

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Happy National Pancake Day and National Woman's Health and Fitness Day. Make a lady sweat today ! Ladies... go ahead and sweat ! It's your day !
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Sex - In 80 Words
Posted:Sep 25, 2018 12:16 am
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2018 10:24 pm
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They were each told, that they could use only 80 words, to describe their intimate evening together. This is what they said...
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SHE Said :

I held his twitching member gently in my hands as he kneeled in front of me. I could feel his precum as it smeared my fingers with it's warm stain. I wanted him to enter my wet, tingling , womanhood . I wanted his ecstasy to meet mine. I slowly, parted my legs to reveal my sweet, pulsing, womanly treasure. While holding his throbbing, swollen manhood , I guided him into my hot, languid darkness . A darkness that I craved he would explore !
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HE Said :

I was kneeling in front of her impatiently, when she finally, grabbed my rock hard cock in her hands. My dick head was dripping and I was ready to fuck her warm pussy. When she spread her legs wide open and I saw her wet cunt , I knew it was time to fuck. She grabbed my cock with her hands and aimed my dick into her hole. I knew she wanted it bad. I was ready to fuck her hard !
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So...

Eighty (80) words each; two different passions expressed.
- Can you relate to both points of view? What do you think?

- Are men and women really that different when it comes to sex? Or is it about passion and lust, and how men and women express it differently?

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The marina was cold and bleek and windy today... Just the way I like it. I sat in my car, sipping my coffee and looking at the amazing 'Harvest Moon'.
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Food, Sex And Places In Your Heart
Posted:Sep 20, 2018 3:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2018 8:08 am
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The way to a man's heart, used to be through his stomach...
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It was their third date and he was hopeful. She greeted him at her door with a gentle kiss to his lips. He felt her softness and her warmth as he held her by the waist. The tight black dress she wore hugged her petite figure as she tiptoed to meet his embrace. He could feel the firmness of her breasts as she balanced herself, and pressed against his chest. Her scent, filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes and inhaled. He was instantly aroused. She closed her eyes as well, as she leaned up against him.

"Here, I'll take that .", she smiled, and took the wine from his hand.

Her apartment was small and the air was filled with the incredible odour of food. It smelled fabulous ! She had been preparing the meal all afternoon. She was Italian and had obviously been trained well. On the menu, was baked lasagna and her mother would have been proud. The arugula salad was placed on the table, on the edge of the black place mats, next to the silverware. The white linen, lace edged, table cloth, contrasted perfectly with the long, red candles, which had already been lit. They shimmered and flickered in the early dusk light - providing a perfect backdrop to the debut of a sultry, sensual evening.

She had been planning this night for days, and to practised perfection, including the careful choice of the black thong that she wore - hopeful, that it would be sliding down her slim legs very soon. Her body tingled with anticipation, and even then - she felt herself getting moist.

"Wanna open up the wine?", she asked as she reached for the bottle opener.

The fresh homemade bread she had baked was still warm and the lasagna was on the stove - resting. She looked into his eyes and captured them with a loving glance. He looked back at her and knew - 'this' was the night !

"Everything's ready. Let's eat...", she said as she beckoned him to his chair.

It was to be a night where dreams were captured and perhaps, everlasting memories made. It would have been, a beautiful, and loving, night to remember - but, she was totally unaware of his allergy to nuts. She had baked her bread - with almond flour !

After the paramedics had left (bundling her ill, but recovering boyfriend away), she stood there in the empty kitchen, tears steaming down her face. It was, a night to remember - but not one, that she would ever want to. She reached for the bread she had baked, opened the garbage bin - and threw it out.

©September 2018 Paul P.
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So...

Back in the day, the way to a man's heart, was through his stomach. Is that still true ?

What is the way to win your heart and how do you win someone else's?


I have a non life threatening allergy to nuts and this type of stuff used to happen to me all the time (minus the paramedics). I would have to ask the cook 100 Q's .I got tired of asking them after a bit and every once in a while - I'd get burned. Come on - almond flour ? I got burned with that one (almond flour in the bread) , at a restaurant once.
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Do you have any date night horror stories to share?
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Women, Men, And Pool Play !
Posted:Sep 19, 2018 12:00 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2018 3:26 pm
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When I was much younger, and I would go to late night bars and clubs in downtown Montreal, I found myself (on one occasion) , having to go for a pee. I briskly walked into the washroom and chose the only urinal available - right next to the sink. I didn't know it at the time, but it was a 'co-ed bathroom' .

I figured THAT out, when a young woman (my age), walked out of the stall and began washing her hands, in the sink - right NEXT to me. She also thought, it might be a good idea to have a conversation, so she turned to me (while I had my hands full ), and proceeded to eloquently, express her admiration and jealousy for the fact that; men could pee standing up. She might have previously enjoyed a drink or two - I'm not sure. At that point, I had a rather hard time, concentrating on what I was supposed to be doing there. She glanced down at me (a no-no in urinal protocol), smiled shyly, and walked out.

Later, I introduced myself to her. I clearly recall - her name was Chantal. I found out, (amongst other things), that she worked as an 'hair dresser ', and she had a brother, living in Greece.
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CAN women pee standing up? Of course they can !
SHOULD they pee standing up?
It depends on WHERE they are !

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Here is ONE example where women might pee standing up.

Statistics show that 19 % of men and women admit to peeing at least once, in a pool. Olympic swimmers (including Michael Phelps) even admit to it. In fact, in an average 210,000 gal. pool, over 20 gal. of pee was measured. That pee ratio goes up, even higher, in hot tubs.
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Do you guys and girls ever visit pools or hot tubs... and think about WHAT , you're swimming in?

Do ... you women, pee standing up? (And you know where, you can do that - right?)

19 % of all of us probably, even... ughhhh... omg ... never mind. How could we ? (lol)


What about all those fish and dolphins and whales doing 'everything' - in those lakes and rivers and oceans...

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Do You Prefer Penises or Pussies ?
Posted:Sep 17, 2018 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2018 11:12 am
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I was reflecting about things , this early morning, as I looked around 'blogsville' , and 'erotic stories' and 'magazine', and the 'chat rooms', and 'live vids', and generally perusing the infrasphere that is this A F F messed up ' cluster fuck' , bug filled website, and I thought ; rather than busting my balls writing something marginally witty, or humorous or erotic (such a waste of three syllable words and perfect punctuation) - why wouldn't I just ask a simple question ?

So. . .
What are you guys doing to amuse yourselves today and what do you think about travel?

Amongst other things , I'm off to the Passport Office, to get a renewal form. My passport expired 5 years ago . My daughters travel more than I do. Wow ! I don't like to travel, but only because , I hate crowds of people. If I won the $200 M Lotto, I would go to Egypt to see the Pyramids, and pay $1,000,000 to the 20,000 people that had bought tickets that day - just so they would stay the fuck away, and I'd have the place to myself !

(P.S. No pics of penises or pussies here. . it was just a 'teaser' title . . . whatever. Message me on my blog Mail box - I'll send you one. )


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This is a pic of that marina I like to hang out at. The slushies are in my cooler - behind me. Uhh ... yep.
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The Perfect Tease
Posted:Sep 14, 2018 6:04 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2018 9:25 am
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What did I really do in August? Well... here is how I spent one day.
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It was a beautiful, calm and peaceful, late August evening. I was the only one parked there, at one of my 'usual' spots at the marina, enjoying the setting sun and watching a very small flotilla of sail boats, as they lay sprinkled, on the lake horizon. In the far distance a powerful jet ski 'screamed', across the mirrored water, toward the shore. In brief seconds - it had arrived !

A handsome, tanned young man and an athletic, stunning, and equally tanned woman, (both perhaps, in their late twenties or early thirties ) were sitting with youthful confidence, on that purple and white 'water beast'. It flew in at full throttle towards the landing ramp, to the right of me, sprayed a wall of foamed water, twenty feet into the air, roared to a stop and then... drifted toward shore. He turned off the sound system, which had been thundering. Silence... reined again... on that tiny... peaceful... inlet dock. A small plume of bluish, white exhaust fumes , filled the air and moved leisurely... towards me. I coughed.

The massive, sport jet ski, soundlessly floated inland, those last few feet. With precisioned execution, he was first to jump off the machine, wade into the water and stride toward the parking lot, to his left. She then (toes pointed), gently stepped into the knee deep water and grabbed hold of the tow line at the bow.

"Babe... I'll be back in five.", he called back to her.

Hands on her hips - she waited for her 'man'. Her long fingers and red painted nails, combed through her wind tussled, dirty blond hair, as she flipped her sun glasses up, to perch securely, on the top of her head.

Her 'man', soon reappeared and slowly backed up his trailer, which was hitched to the large, black, flat-bed, four door pickup truck he drove. The extra large chrome rimmed wheels, eased down the ramp and into the water.

"Babe... Throw me the line please."

She quickly threw him the tow line and he effortlessly pulled their craft out of the water and onto the trailer. His lanky muscled body, moved swiftly as he secured their machine to the motorized winch, while it buzzed to attention. The only interested witnesses watching all of this - were three dockside seagulls, a pair of floating ducks, and me.

She greeted his success with a languid kiss to his lips, as she clasped his face with her hands. He in turn, grabbed her bare, slim waist with both hands, drew her closer and kissed her with equal passion.

She stood by, while he moved his truck, up and out of the launch ramp ... turned right and stopped directly behind my car - not 10 or 12 feet away. He continued to secure their craft tightly and firmly, with nylon cords, as water dripped off the trailer.

"I am going to dry off.", she announced to him.

I had been standing by my car, near my open trunk. I reached into the ice filled cooler, for a chilled bottle of water and popped the cap. She never glanced at me as she walked to the rear passenger side of the truck, and opened the door. I could see that the black leather seats were littered with bags and clothes and towels.

Feeling rather self conscious and very much like an intruder in her space, I walked back to my front seat, sat down, and sipped my water. I turned my head towards my rear view mirror and continued to watch her with curiosity.

I noticed that she wore a skimpy red bikini that seemed painted on her body. She climbed up into the back seat and, unable to stand upright - crouched there, bent at the waist, at a 90 degree angle, while that back door - lay open. My view included the spectacle of her perfect bum and that exquisitely shaped triangle, between her legs. That truck door - still remained open.

She then, poked her thumbs into the sides of her bikini and much to my shock - slowly (and I mean... very slowly), peeled away the only cloth, protecting her modesty. Inch by inch she leisurely lowered her bikini and finally (as it sprung free, away from the grasp of her tight bum and thighs), revealed a perfectly, puckered pussy. I was stunned... and embarrassed for her - but I continued to look. Did she know that she was directly in back of me?

She was shaved bare, and her cute pink vagina, was a sight. As if on cue, a seagull flew by my open window and squawked - perhaps at me... in disapproval ? She then grabbed a towel and gently, and carefully, dried her bum and her legs and her toes and her 'woman parts' with lingering patience and diligence. Sliding her towel between and into her pussy, she made sure she was dry.

Should I have given a shit that she was twenty something? Should I have ventured out of my car and closed that truck door for her? She WAS, much younger than me, but I was suspicious ; 'Perhaps she was fucking with me?' I looked at my side mirror and smiled when I read - 'OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR'.

Not quite finished, she leaned further into the cab to reach for something, trapped on the other side of the seat. I tried not to look, but I was now a prisoner of my own arousal. My view of her was explicitly expanded to include a perfect view of her pink little bum hole. As well as of that dark mysterious vacuum between those gently parting lips of her vagina, as it grew wider and darker. She continued to bend over in that back seat. Her bum wiggled from side to side while her pussy blinked at me incessantly - begging me perhaps, to walk over and help? At that point, I realized that I was either an unintentional voyeur or perhaps - an intentional 'one' , in her little 'game' !

She eventually unfurled a flowing, flower printed sun dress and slowly, leg by leg, stepped into it and pulled it up her thighs and over her butt. She gingerly tiptoed backwards out of the truck, stepped out and onto the parking lot, and turned around to reveal two, very perky and perfectly 'handful sized', plump round breasts. She leisurely, grasped the shoulders of the dress and slid them up and over her small brown nipples, adjusting the fit with both her hands. She was finally, fully clothed.

At that moment her 'man' caught up to her and clasped his hands on her ass, pulled her towards him, and kissed her.

"You look hot babe ! ", he gasped to her.

She returned his kiss with equal lust and fervor as she eagerly grabbed his cock through his shorts. He laughed, pulled her hands away, let her go and walked to the driver's side of the truck, where he opened the door and sat down. She pushed the back door of the truck shut, and opened the front passenger door.

I decided to step out of my car. I wanted a much colder, bottle of water and I needed to stretch - uhhh... my legs. She climbed into the front seat and closed the door. The diesel truck rumbled to life as she lowered her tinted window. I stood there watching.

Then, seconds before the truck inched away - she turned to her right, looked at me squarely in the eyes, smiled slyly and winked. Before I could even react - she had lowered her sunglasses over her eyes and turned her gaze forward.

The truck, and the jet ski and THAT girl - slowly eased down the tree lined road and out of the marina. I quickly popped the cap of that ice cold bottle of water and took a sip. 'Hmmmm... That was a really nice truck ! ' I thought. 'Ummm... Yep... Really nice !'

I shook my head, took another sip of water, and looked out at the lake. A seagull flew overhead, screeching ... at me?


©September 2018 Paul P.
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So ...
Have you ever teased someone who you knew, was watching you ... and what did you do?

What should I have done, instead of playing her game ?


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