I've been thinking of a way to introduce, Jim Beam. After much consideration I've decided to do it in a story which is more fact than fiction.
I'm a civilian government employee and I often travel with military personnel and this trip was no exception. Along with me, on this trip, is a younger guy, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant. Gunny S, as he likes to be called, is every woman's dream! He is 6ft 2, 200Lbs, solid as a rock, with a perfect six pack, chiseled face, sandy short hair, and has a huge bulge in his trousers. He has been modeling clothing for major clothing designers for nearly 2 years. Gunny S is everything I'm not and never was. Women from 14 to 40 just stop in their tracks and gauche at this guy. As a gal later remarked to me "A panty soaker."
We no sooner get on the plane and I have a pair of 36Cs hanging in my face and a request from Gunny S "Would you mind?" She just points to an isle seat two rows back.. As it turns out she is traveling with the woman who I'm now sitting beside. "That's Mary and I'm Sue" She introduced. "Hi Sue! Nice to meet you! I'm Jim – Jim Beam." I replay as I shove my carry-on under the seat. "I think Mary would drop her panties, right here, on the plane for your friend!" Sue remarked disgustingly. "She wouldn't be the first." I told her.
Sue is a very nice looking woman with a doll baby face. She is about 5ft 2, 145Lbs, nice pair of C's, with the better part of her around the bottom. But, she is not the "Barbie Doll" that Mary, her best friend, is.
Sue is the woman I'd pick out for a good night of dancing, conversation and hopefully some great sex for desert. Just like many others of her stature and personality, she talks about everything except her real feelings. But, later we got around to the fact that Mary, her friend, is a "Cock Magnet" and just like I was on this trip, average Sue was seconds! Like I said before Sue is a good looking woman and should not have any trouble finding a man either for companionship or a quickie. She, however, is looking for the "Barbie Doll's Ken" type and therefore does without more often than she would admit.
I'm never looking for the "Barbie Doll" type. I've even been accused of leaving with the worst looking gal in the club. That's ok though! When I go to bed with a woman I want the whole package. The "Barbie Dolls"- I have had a few - don't seem to know how to enjoy or appreciate good sex. Or is it that I just blow my load before I get my shorts down! Either way I like it better if I can last for a few hours and get to make her climax several times before I blow my first load.
Enough about the flight! It's not really the story but it does explain the type of trip I was in for. At our destination and settled in at the motel, Gunny S and I head out for something to eat and a little night life. After just two stops we find a place boasting a live band and maybe some action. We could hear the band through the doors and it sounded pretty good. But, when Gunny S walked in it was like the whole place paused. All the women turned his way and for just a few seconds there wasn't a guy there that wasn't wondering if he was going to get dumped for this bastard.
Gunny S looked at me and said "Get me a beer" and headed for a table with two gals. In seconds he had "Barbie Doll" up and dancing. I went up to the bar, had a seat and ordered two beers. Half way though my beer a gal pulled up along side and suggested that I join her at the table. "Before I lose it" she hinted. It was the other gal - the one Gunny S didn't take. She was surely no "Barbie Doll"! Very pretty but far too heavy to be even average among the rest of the gals there. She was near 30, 5ft 6, short dishwater blond hair, nice set of DD's and a fairly large ass to go with them. Her blouse was just a little tight and with 2 buttons open her cleavage was bouncing-ly pleasant. The jeans were tight and accented just a little to much of her ample buns. Definitely a zero on my female in jeans scale.
– I measure a gal by how many fingers I could get through the keyhole formed at the crouch.–
There was no space on this one. I was thinking that a nice skirt would have been a better choice. "Sure - I'd like that" I responded. "My name is Jenny" she said. "Hi Jenny! I'm Jim – Jim Beam – Like the Bourbon" I responded with a nice smile.
I got her a drink, grabbed Gunny's and we moved to the table. "That's Randy Smith - Everyone calls him Gunny S- out there with your friend. He's a Marine" I told Jenny. "That's Barbie" she added. "How appropriate, Barbie" I remarked. "Yea I don't even know why I come with her! She always takes the best men." Jenny said disgustingly. "Well she missed out tonight!" I said. Jenny just looked at me???? "Me - She never even gave me a glance" I said with a laugh. Although it sounded humorous, I was really serious. "I'd give up sex for a year to have 30 minutes with Randy" Jenny sighed. "Why?" I asked. "Are you kidding? He's a panty soaker! I'd give anything to get him in bed!" she exclaimed.
"Jenny, I take it that you go out with Barbie quite often?" I queried. Jenny Nodded. "Well Jenny,------ when was the last time Barbie told you how great the sex was? ----- When has she ever told you that she climaxed 3 or 4 times? ----- In fact has she ever even told you that she climaxed at all?" I challenged. Jenny just shook her head. "That's right! Girls like Barbie can get the "Pretty Boy" every time and I'll bet she has never left with anything less." Jenny nodded in the affirmative. "Let me suggest to you what is going to happen and what would happen if you left with Gunny S" I said. "What is he fucked up? He wouldn't hurt Barbie?" she queried excitedly. "No not at all. She will be fine!
"But. — you see guys like Randy can have any woman they want and although they get