flyboyB4
10-27-2009, 02:38 PM
Being a member of the ‘older generation’ has allowed me to enjoy a vast variety of women over the years. As a sign of the times, most, if not all women then, never shaved. This ‘normal’ condition has given me many adventures and has placed this condition in an indelible fashion on my brain. This is to say that I prefer the unshaven feel, touch, look, taste, eroticism, and all the delights that accompany. My adventures would never have occurred had I not been at ‘the right place’ at ‘the right time’, with the balls and aggressiveness to attempt. The old saying goes; you might have to get 4 ‘no’s’ before you get a ‘yes’. So there is always an element of salesmanship involved. As I indicated in my profile, there are many stories in the naked city, all true, that I will have the pleasure of recalling the circumstances, details and the re-living as I tell them to you, the members. I hope you enjoy reading about them as much as I will telling you about them. In my mind, there is no such thing as a ‘bad’ woman…just some are better than others.
Tales of The Sunshine Express
The women’s apparel industry has always been a man’s game on the road, but a woman’s game at the retail level. Traveling from city to city over many states had serious disadvantages and a few great advantages. A different hotel/motel every night, never sleeping in the same bed, all meals on the run, boredom across the miles from destination to destination or ‘windshield time’, big travel expenses, speeding tickets on occasion, and time spent on the phone, making appointments for the next week. The rewards were a great income, steady clientele, and every day an adventure. Any car used required the loading and unloading of the samples from the trunk on a collapsible rolling ‘rack’ for each sales call. By the end of the week, you were tired of the process. Then of course, by the weeks end the manufacturers either added or eliminated styles from your sample line which required more loading and unloading. During your travels you might find a kindred soul from another company, have lunch together, tell war stories of your successes and failures and move on.
It was not uncommon at the time, to average 80-100,000 miles on your vehicle. That meant you were leasing or trading your vehicle every year or so. Expensive !
I had an ‘Aha’ moment. I traded in my downsized ‘77 Cadillac for a Mini Motor Home. Wow, got to sleep in the same bed every night, had a refrigerator, a range, microwave, TV, shower and bathroom, and I set it up as a ‘mobile showroom’. No loading, unloading, no hotel/motel reservations, just invite the buyers in,( which were ALL women) give them a cold drink, present the samples on a custom built-in closet, write the order, and you’re out of there. As you traveled, if you got tired, just pull in to a rest stop and snooze for an hour, or grab a drink and a snack, or go to the john. No inconvenience ever, every city in America has a campground, just pull in, hook up. How cool is that?
It was late in the afternoon, and it was my last appointment in a small city. Of course I had called on ‘The Strawberry Patch’ many times before, but this was the first time in the motor home. The owner/buyer was a saucy 45 year old, very pretty, married to a High School teacher, with two kids, long dark brown hair that she always wore in a pony tail and always had some comments with double entendres. We joked a lot. She was always dressed very elegantly to appeal to the lady shoppers. I always got a substantial order.
I went in the store to get her to take her out to the “Sunshine Express”. I had that emblazoned on the back of the Motor Home. CB’s were quite popular, so that was my ‘handle’. As we stepped into the motor home she made some cute comments about the versatility, ‘motel on wheels’ and the ‘no tell motel’. She sat down at the table with an order form, and I presented the line. It usually took an hour or two, with questions, colors, fabrics, sizes, ship dates, and of course little subtle comments from both of us. Did I say she was real sultry, pretty, and in control. The late afternoon sun had faded, and it was now dark. Our chit-chat had indicated that she had just had a birthday a few days earlier. She was lingering more than usual. We stood up to bid each other goodbye, and I told her I was going to give her a belated birthday present. As she stood there in front of me I reached out and placed both hands on her shoulders and drew her to me and gave her a light kiss on the mouth. I drew back from her and she came at me and grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me with intensity. Whew! I caught my breath and she asked where I was going to be that night. Before I could even think of an answer, she told me that there was an out-of-the-way campground off the Interstate and she would be there by 8 and opened the door and stepped out. Well, needless to say, I headed for the campground. It was set back off the highway some distance and a sign on the closed office, just said sign in, find a spot, and come by in the morning to pay. There weren’t a lot of campers. I wasn’t sure where this might lead, so I took an optimistic approach. I made up the large double bed with satin sheets (I always carried them), straightened everything up, set out a chilled bottle of wine (always carried that too) glasses, turned on the TV and sat in the folding Directors chair to await her arrival, if she was serious. She was. Shortly after eight, her car pulled up, she knocked, and I opened the door to her. She took off her jacket, threw it on the floor, and virtually attacked me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me with enough pent up passion to ignite fireworks. Her lips were voluptuous; her tongue probed my mouth, begging for the returned passion. I wrapped my arms around her as well and we passionately kissed each other for the next 10 minutes. As we came up for air, she stepped back, shook out her pony tail and her magnificent hair tumbled all over her. It was way past her shoulders and was one of her outstanding features, I thought. Little did I know what treat I was in for. With her eyes glued to mine, she unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse, then the center buttons, discarded the blouse, standing there in her bra. My God, she had enormous tits! I wouldn’t even begin to guess the size. As I watched with fascination, she reached behind her to unbutton her skirt, and told me to get undressed. She dropped the skirt to the floor, and to my absolute amazement, stood there with her heels on, her bra, and no panties. My eyes were feasting on the lushest, hairy, glorious pussy. I was mesmerized as I flipped off my shirt, dropped my pants and was about to move towards her, when she said “Stop” and unfastened her bra. Holy Shit ! She had magnificent huge tits. They were a little saggy, but then, they were so large, you expected them to be. Not only were they huge, she had huge dark areolas and great nipples. I went up to her, enveloped her in my arms, kissed her neck, her eyes, her mouth, and let my hands roam all over her back and her ass. She was whispering something about whether I liked what I saw and was feeling. I could only respond by maneuvering her down to the bed. All the time, my cock had been as stiff as a rod but was still tucked into my jockey briefs. I kissed my way down her neck, chest and to her ample tits that had now sort of spread due to the weight, to each side, and found a nipple and started to suck on it. She was moaning. I sucked that nipple into my mouth as if I was never going to have another one, rolling my tongue over it, and sucking it hard. She had her hand on my ass and had worked her hand into my briefs and whispered to me to take them off so she could get to my cock. I had one leg between hers and wedged in to her hairy pussy and didn’t want to move, but I wiggled out of my briefs as I continued to move from one tit to the other and sucked the nipples. She snaked her hand between us and groped for my cock. She didn’t have a great deal of wiggle room with me on top of her, so I raised my ass a little for her to have better access. As I sucked, she was saying how nice my cock was, and how hard, and how she couldn’t wait to have it in her. I got the message loud and clear. I kissed her passionately, then sat up, massaged both of her tits as I gazed down her body. She was a tiny bit pudgy as I had guessed as I groped her ass the first time we had kissed in the motor home. But laying there on the bed, she looked like the essence of sexuality. She was. I kissed her tummy that had a few ridges, and moved down to her pussy. I spread her legs apart, ran my hand flat all around her mound of hair, and savoring every moment, gently slid my middle finger between her pussy lips. She was wet and ready. I slipped my finger into her and she let out moans and whimpers and told me to hurry.
I didn’t want to hurry. I was loving every second. I wanted to lean down and devour her pussy, but she was having none of that. She reached down and sort of grabbed my arm and neck and was directing me to get in position to fuck her. OK, I thought we’ll have time for everything else. I raised up, got between her legs, positioned myself and she reached down grabbed my cock and aimed it to her pussy, and said in a gravely voice, “C’mon fuck me.”
I shoved my cock in and was looking down at the union of my cock and her pussy and was so hard I thought it would break. I placed both of my arms on either side of her waist, with my palms on the bed, and started to really fuck her. As I was into the third or fourth thrust, she raised her legs and while thrusting back at me, yelled, “Oh yeah. Fuck the shit out of me.”
I was ramming it in fast and furious and withdrawing and knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. This babe was hot. “Yeah, give it to me, fuck me baby” she was yelling. Fortunately, no one else could hear her. With a final thrust I stammered “I’m gonna cum.” She was in ecstasy and was yelling, “Oh yes, cum in me, shove it in me.” I unloaded 3 or 4 strong shots into her hot pussy. Her whole body started to convulse and she was squeezing my waist so hard with her legs that I knew she was having an intense orgasm. I crashed down upon her to catch my breath which was coming in short gasps, and she was still pushing her pussy up to me. Finally after 3 or 4 minutes, she relaxed her legs, and was softly crying. I felt the tears roll down her cheeks. I softly kissed her cheeks amidst the tears and let her calm down. I rolled off of her and lay next to her very quiet and kissed her arms, neck, breasts, neck, eyelids, nose, and gently brushed her mouth, which no longer had any lipstick on them. She turned her head towards me and said, “You are a considerate lover.” I was stunned to hear those words. I muttered, “Thanks” not knowing what else to say. We lay there for another 15 minutes, calming down, without saying a word. I eased myself up, went over to the table and retrieved the glasses and wine. While I did this, she had propped herself up on one arm, had crossed one leg over her other and was watching me intently. I looked at her and wished I had a camera to capture the moment forever. Her hair was tousled and hanging down behind her head, her huge breasts were drooping down to the side of gravity, her legs were flawless, you could see just a tiny bit of her hairy pussy and her ass was just visible. What a sight. I brought the wine over handed it to her and she said, “I really needed to get fucked, and now we can play, OK?” I acknowledged her comment, and told her she was a wet dream. She chuckled and told me that she couldn’t stay much longer. She had told her family that she had a vendors meeting. I knew I had to have more of this woman, so I decided to tell her what I wanted to do with her. I told her I wanted to taste her sweet pussy, and fuck her in every way I could. She responded by telling me she wanted to suck my cock, ride me, fuck her tits, and have 69’s with me and fuck my brains out. I agreed with her, and we put the glasses down and she got up, dressed very hurriedly, as I stood there naked, she bent down, kissed my now flaccid cock, kissed me and we made plans for the next week. We met each other once every week for the next 3 months and did everything we said we’d do to each other. Each occasion was as if it was the first time. She was probably the most sensuous woman I’ve ever been with. On what turned out to be the last rendezvous, I waited and waited, she never showed. I knew it was over. We all move on.
Tales of The Sunshine Express
The women’s apparel industry has always been a man’s game on the road, but a woman’s game at the retail level. Traveling from city to city over many states had serious disadvantages and a few great advantages. A different hotel/motel every night, never sleeping in the same bed, all meals on the run, boredom across the miles from destination to destination or ‘windshield time’, big travel expenses, speeding tickets on occasion, and time spent on the phone, making appointments for the next week. The rewards were a great income, steady clientele, and every day an adventure. Any car used required the loading and unloading of the samples from the trunk on a collapsible rolling ‘rack’ for each sales call. By the end of the week, you were tired of the process. Then of course, by the weeks end the manufacturers either added or eliminated styles from your sample line which required more loading and unloading. During your travels you might find a kindred soul from another company, have lunch together, tell war stories of your successes and failures and move on.
It was not uncommon at the time, to average 80-100,000 miles on your vehicle. That meant you were leasing or trading your vehicle every year or so. Expensive !
I had an ‘Aha’ moment. I traded in my downsized ‘77 Cadillac for a Mini Motor Home. Wow, got to sleep in the same bed every night, had a refrigerator, a range, microwave, TV, shower and bathroom, and I set it up as a ‘mobile showroom’. No loading, unloading, no hotel/motel reservations, just invite the buyers in,( which were ALL women) give them a cold drink, present the samples on a custom built-in closet, write the order, and you’re out of there. As you traveled, if you got tired, just pull in to a rest stop and snooze for an hour, or grab a drink and a snack, or go to the john. No inconvenience ever, every city in America has a campground, just pull in, hook up. How cool is that?
It was late in the afternoon, and it was my last appointment in a small city. Of course I had called on ‘The Strawberry Patch’ many times before, but this was the first time in the motor home. The owner/buyer was a saucy 45 year old, very pretty, married to a High School teacher, with two kids, long dark brown hair that she always wore in a pony tail and always had some comments with double entendres. We joked a lot. She was always dressed very elegantly to appeal to the lady shoppers. I always got a substantial order.
I went in the store to get her to take her out to the “Sunshine Express”. I had that emblazoned on the back of the Motor Home. CB’s were quite popular, so that was my ‘handle’. As we stepped into the motor home she made some cute comments about the versatility, ‘motel on wheels’ and the ‘no tell motel’. She sat down at the table with an order form, and I presented the line. It usually took an hour or two, with questions, colors, fabrics, sizes, ship dates, and of course little subtle comments from both of us. Did I say she was real sultry, pretty, and in control. The late afternoon sun had faded, and it was now dark. Our chit-chat had indicated that she had just had a birthday a few days earlier. She was lingering more than usual. We stood up to bid each other goodbye, and I told her I was going to give her a belated birthday present. As she stood there in front of me I reached out and placed both hands on her shoulders and drew her to me and gave her a light kiss on the mouth. I drew back from her and she came at me and grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me with intensity. Whew! I caught my breath and she asked where I was going to be that night. Before I could even think of an answer, she told me that there was an out-of-the-way campground off the Interstate and she would be there by 8 and opened the door and stepped out. Well, needless to say, I headed for the campground. It was set back off the highway some distance and a sign on the closed office, just said sign in, find a spot, and come by in the morning to pay. There weren’t a lot of campers. I wasn’t sure where this might lead, so I took an optimistic approach. I made up the large double bed with satin sheets (I always carried them), straightened everything up, set out a chilled bottle of wine (always carried that too) glasses, turned on the TV and sat in the folding Directors chair to await her arrival, if she was serious. She was. Shortly after eight, her car pulled up, she knocked, and I opened the door to her. She took off her jacket, threw it on the floor, and virtually attacked me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me with enough pent up passion to ignite fireworks. Her lips were voluptuous; her tongue probed my mouth, begging for the returned passion. I wrapped my arms around her as well and we passionately kissed each other for the next 10 minutes. As we came up for air, she stepped back, shook out her pony tail and her magnificent hair tumbled all over her. It was way past her shoulders and was one of her outstanding features, I thought. Little did I know what treat I was in for. With her eyes glued to mine, she unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse, then the center buttons, discarded the blouse, standing there in her bra. My God, she had enormous tits! I wouldn’t even begin to guess the size. As I watched with fascination, she reached behind her to unbutton her skirt, and told me to get undressed. She dropped the skirt to the floor, and to my absolute amazement, stood there with her heels on, her bra, and no panties. My eyes were feasting on the lushest, hairy, glorious pussy. I was mesmerized as I flipped off my shirt, dropped my pants and was about to move towards her, when she said “Stop” and unfastened her bra. Holy Shit ! She had magnificent huge tits. They were a little saggy, but then, they were so large, you expected them to be. Not only were they huge, she had huge dark areolas and great nipples. I went up to her, enveloped her in my arms, kissed her neck, her eyes, her mouth, and let my hands roam all over her back and her ass. She was whispering something about whether I liked what I saw and was feeling. I could only respond by maneuvering her down to the bed. All the time, my cock had been as stiff as a rod but was still tucked into my jockey briefs. I kissed my way down her neck, chest and to her ample tits that had now sort of spread due to the weight, to each side, and found a nipple and started to suck on it. She was moaning. I sucked that nipple into my mouth as if I was never going to have another one, rolling my tongue over it, and sucking it hard. She had her hand on my ass and had worked her hand into my briefs and whispered to me to take them off so she could get to my cock. I had one leg between hers and wedged in to her hairy pussy and didn’t want to move, but I wiggled out of my briefs as I continued to move from one tit to the other and sucked the nipples. She snaked her hand between us and groped for my cock. She didn’t have a great deal of wiggle room with me on top of her, so I raised my ass a little for her to have better access. As I sucked, she was saying how nice my cock was, and how hard, and how she couldn’t wait to have it in her. I got the message loud and clear. I kissed her passionately, then sat up, massaged both of her tits as I gazed down her body. She was a tiny bit pudgy as I had guessed as I groped her ass the first time we had kissed in the motor home. But laying there on the bed, she looked like the essence of sexuality. She was. I kissed her tummy that had a few ridges, and moved down to her pussy. I spread her legs apart, ran my hand flat all around her mound of hair, and savoring every moment, gently slid my middle finger between her pussy lips. She was wet and ready. I slipped my finger into her and she let out moans and whimpers and told me to hurry.
I didn’t want to hurry. I was loving every second. I wanted to lean down and devour her pussy, but she was having none of that. She reached down and sort of grabbed my arm and neck and was directing me to get in position to fuck her. OK, I thought we’ll have time for everything else. I raised up, got between her legs, positioned myself and she reached down grabbed my cock and aimed it to her pussy, and said in a gravely voice, “C’mon fuck me.”
I shoved my cock in and was looking down at the union of my cock and her pussy and was so hard I thought it would break. I placed both of my arms on either side of her waist, with my palms on the bed, and started to really fuck her. As I was into the third or fourth thrust, she raised her legs and while thrusting back at me, yelled, “Oh yeah. Fuck the shit out of me.”
I was ramming it in fast and furious and withdrawing and knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. This babe was hot. “Yeah, give it to me, fuck me baby” she was yelling. Fortunately, no one else could hear her. With a final thrust I stammered “I’m gonna cum.” She was in ecstasy and was yelling, “Oh yes, cum in me, shove it in me.” I unloaded 3 or 4 strong shots into her hot pussy. Her whole body started to convulse and she was squeezing my waist so hard with her legs that I knew she was having an intense orgasm. I crashed down upon her to catch my breath which was coming in short gasps, and she was still pushing her pussy up to me. Finally after 3 or 4 minutes, she relaxed her legs, and was softly crying. I felt the tears roll down her cheeks. I softly kissed her cheeks amidst the tears and let her calm down. I rolled off of her and lay next to her very quiet and kissed her arms, neck, breasts, neck, eyelids, nose, and gently brushed her mouth, which no longer had any lipstick on them. She turned her head towards me and said, “You are a considerate lover.” I was stunned to hear those words. I muttered, “Thanks” not knowing what else to say. We lay there for another 15 minutes, calming down, without saying a word. I eased myself up, went over to the table and retrieved the glasses and wine. While I did this, she had propped herself up on one arm, had crossed one leg over her other and was watching me intently. I looked at her and wished I had a camera to capture the moment forever. Her hair was tousled and hanging down behind her head, her huge breasts were drooping down to the side of gravity, her legs were flawless, you could see just a tiny bit of her hairy pussy and her ass was just visible. What a sight. I brought the wine over handed it to her and she said, “I really needed to get fucked, and now we can play, OK?” I acknowledged her comment, and told her she was a wet dream. She chuckled and told me that she couldn’t stay much longer. She had told her family that she had a vendors meeting. I knew I had to have more of this woman, so I decided to tell her what I wanted to do with her. I told her I wanted to taste her sweet pussy, and fuck her in every way I could. She responded by telling me she wanted to suck my cock, ride me, fuck her tits, and have 69’s with me and fuck my brains out. I agreed with her, and we put the glasses down and she got up, dressed very hurriedly, as I stood there naked, she bent down, kissed my now flaccid cock, kissed me and we made plans for the next week. We met each other once every week for the next 3 months and did everything we said we’d do to each other. Each occasion was as if it was the first time. She was probably the most sensuous woman I’ve ever been with. On what turned out to be the last rendezvous, I waited and waited, she never showed. I knew it was over. We all move on.