WOW!
I can't believe it! I just spent my life savings on a 2018 Grand Sport Corvette! A RED one! My dream car.
The dealership was a bitch to deal with, but—damnit--I made it happen! Some of the people who witnessed the transaction told me that this is a huge accomplishment for a 29-year-old woman. And I tell them, "I know! Right!"
Wow!
I get in my new car and embark on its maiden voyage--from the dealer's front door to my home. I've been blessed with great-paying job that allows me to travel for work. All my friends and family tried to discourage me from buying a corvette for work purposes.
I tell them, "Hell No! I'm getting a 'Vette! Twenty-six miles to the gallon and I ride in style! Why not?"
Being in sales is hard, hard work with a crushing schedule and I deserve of a Corvette. My friends tell me I'm going to be a cop magnet now. I tell them, GOOD! I hope he's a hot, sexy single cop!
All kidding aside, I'm a responsible driver with a clean record and I going to keep it that way. I can't afford a ticket. I am now car poor, and I wouldn't have any other way.
This car is amazing! It's comfortable, and easy to drive. And man, oh man, this machine is a rocket ship! After about five miles there's a clear spot on the interstate, and I hit the gas! One hundred and ten! The vibration from the engine has me wet. Wow! I love this! The salesmen said I should go easy on it till I break it in, so I'll have to find some self-restraint. But Really! Who am I kidding! WOO HOO!
The drive home is turning out to be the best day of my life. I love that almost everyone looks at my car. I adore the attention!
I put my red sexy car in the garage to cool down. I really like living in a townhome on the water. We have a grounds team that maintains everyone's yards and it allows me peace of mind when I go away. I get inside and put away all my car paperwork and warranty information in a safe place. My car is all- electronic. If something breaks it would cost me a lot. I also put my spare key in a safe place. However, if I ever do need it I probably won't remember where the hell my safe place is!
An avalanche of messages has rolled in from my friends about my Facebook picture and post.
April writes: " Jennifer! What a beautiful car! Can't wait to ride in it!" All these messages will keep me entertained for a few hours. I'm sitting here thinking of where I can go next so I can drive my car more. But I'll take a shower instead. Now that I stopped moving I'm pretty tired. It's Friday! I should go somewhere!
The shower is just what I need. I shave my armpits, legs and pussy silky smooth, and extra condition my long blonde hair. Sometimes I'm temped to cut it because it takes so long to dry, but then I remember all the sales I make because I'm blonde and have big boobs. Nope! NO cut. My hair is an asset I'll exploit.
As I shave my pussy, I remember how turned on I was when the Vette was doing one-ten. The vibrator is in the nightstand draw, I grab it and hop on my bed and insert my curved rod into my wet pussy. As it hums, I grab my nipple clamps and put them on my hard nipples. My whole body dances between pleasure and pain, and pain and pleasure. I make my self cum... maybe a few times.
I rested for more than hour, then I'm ready to go.
I text some friends and we decide to go to a clothing- optional resort where they're having a swingers night. I really love going there! Because I'm a single woman, I get lots of attention and I crave it! Single guys want me and couples want a unicorn. The world is my oyster! I have three single friends and three married-couple friends.
All of us try to get together to meet there once a month.
I zip into the resort, and all of my friends are waiting in the parking lot. "Jennifer!" they shout almost in unison. They all take turns hugging me and congratulating me on my new car. When I promised to give them all rides, they chant: "Jenn! Jenn! Jenn!"
After all the laughter and more hugs, we go in. Kiely and Logan pay for me because they say I'm car poor now. They may be right! I won't complain.
We go straight to the club and grab our usual seats. We order our drinks and some food and sit back and check out who's here. My girlfriend April and I are already getting admirers. I'm wearing a super tight red skirt, a sexy red and black bralette with a small black shear jacket. April, who has long blonde hair and big dark blue eyes, is wearing a skin- tight stretchy hot pink club dress filled with holes so you can see her pink nipples, hairy pussy and smooth tan butt cheeks!
The food is great, the beer is cold and the company is fantastic. The event's sponsors open their playrooms at 10 pm. Kiely and Logan and Ashton and Liz go up to check out the action while April and I head to one of the pools. The resort has two pools and a huge Jacuzzi. We headed to the conversation pool. It's heated, shallow, and has seats built into it. It's shaped like an S, so there are narrow parts to it. April and I strip down and place our clothes on a chair near by. I really like all the eyes on me. It makes me feel pretty even though I have a hard time believing I am. I'm a BBW, Big Beautiful Women. I am 5'9", blonde hair, blue-green eyes and nicely tanned by the sun. I have big boobs, 42 DD's and fortunately I have a natural hourglass shape. My girlfriend April is also tall, 5'11", blonde, blue eyes, thinner and slightly older than me. Most of my friends are on the heavier side. April is newly divorced and a lot of fun. We both turn a lot of heads.
Wading in the pool we go and walk by a lot of sexy bodies. Where the pool narrows, many people reach out and skim our bodies with their hands making flattering comments.
We find our way to our favorite spot in the pool right in front of the door so we can see the new people coming in. We joke about what celebrities some people look like. That becomes their nickname so we know who were talking about. This game has often made us laugh so hard that we pee in our pants—or in the pool! April and I are laughing about some guy who just walked in that looks like Pee Wee Herman when three guys wade up to us.
"What's so funny ladies? We want in on it." one of them says. These guys are average men, Almost Handsome. One looks sort of like Tom Cruise. The second like a young James Spader. The third is much shorter and looks like the weather guy on Channel 4.
April and I look at each other and silently decide not to tell them our little game.
I look at Spader and say, "It's a little game my friend and I play to remember people. You have to be part of our Posse for us to tell you."
Tom Cruise says: "Posse or Pussy?" He sneers. Because of his crass comment and his sneer I don't like him. No matter how handsome he almost is.
The guys look at each other and smile. They've moved into positions so April and I can choose who we want. The third guy, the short one, is in the middle. There is one possibility for me and I wait to see who April chooses, which is stupid on my part because I'm the dominant person in our group and I should decided first. But I don't. All that's on my dirty mind tonight is my car!
The water is about four-feet deep, and it's obvious from their growing dicks that all three guys are turned on by April and me. The short one's head comes up to about my boobs, and he stares at my nipples with his mouth open with a desperate look on his face. I think that maybe later I'll smoother him with my tits.
Tom Cruise can't take his eyes off April's pussy. The guy I like, Spader, magically reads my mind and puts his hand on my back. He whispers in my ear, asking me to tell him about our little game.
"Sorry. Nope! You will just have to hang around and get to know us all."
"I saw you pull up tonight in your Corvette. What year is it? "
I tell him and move closer to him. He moves back a little. I move with him. There it is. We are all now slightly separated from our original group. It's amazing how all this works out, sometimes with words and sometimes without.
I feel bad for April; she's still flanked closely by two men. I'm guessing from her smile she is good with that.
I ask my guy his name.
"Well I guess you will have to hang out with me longer to find out."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny."
We both sink down into the pool and sit. We make small talk for a short time and he reaches out and puts his hands on my thighs. Everyone knows why we are here so it really doesn't bother me that he touched me without asking first like is protocol at the dungeons I go to. He asks what I like to do in bed and if I like kissing. Boy, he gets an earful! I tell him I'm kinky and like to be spanked and have rough sex. When I'm done I look at his face and I see his smile is gone. Oh boy, too soon, I think. He opens his mouth and still no words come out. I lean forward and kiss him. He kisses me back. Yay! He's a great kisser! After we've been kissing for a half hour or so and my lips are puffing up, I pull away and whisper:
"If I'm too much...too kinky... for you, I understand. I had fun kissing you."
He quickly tells me he's shocked but not because I'm kinky. He's shocked because he's never found a hot, sexy, women here who's KINKY! He also tells me he's ready to warm my ass if I am!
My smile is huge! I stand up and grab his hand; we make our way to the playroom on the second floor. His hard dick wobbles as we climb the stairs.
