Jake Part Two..
Yeah, Jake was right behind her, exactly behind her ass, round and tight, the tiny blue dress helped. It made her look bigger than usual. But Jake didn't mind. He liked girls big. Sometimes at the club he'd pick up a few heavy set girls, they weren't big and all, just with a bit of meat on them. He didn't mind. As long as he liked them. He had to like their smell, their look, their appearance. Their taste.
He could feel his quivering member waking up.
"I've been to this hotel once," she said almost whispering.
They walked the room. He was ready. He hadn't picked up a girl in a week, and he was longing. Can't go on too long without it man- affection and some fun.
Jake turned the key, got in the room and switched on the lights. The room was a deluxe suite especially meant for honeymooners who liked to visit New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
It was prime location, since it was smacked in teh middle of downtown, just few blocks from the French Quarter.
Wanna drink? I bought some beers and sodas this afternoon?" Jake asked as he presently tried to clear the mess of clothes on his bed. Whenever he was alone he'd just threw his clothes on the bed, sofa or whatever space that was available. Hanging clothes on hangers was not an option. Not since living with his mom in Baton Rouge.
She took off her Jacket. Jake took the jacket from her, like clockwork. He took it carefully and hung by on the chair by the bed. She smelled of a very old perfume. Not the sweet stuff you get from most girls in the city. Every girls fucking obsessed about smelling like flowers. It's a great turn on, but sometimes less is more. especially when you're in a crowded place and all you smell is that- it induces migrain.
It smelled good on her. who gives a shit. She was 5 foot 3" maybe. slight freckles on her upper cheeks and nose but hid very well under her makeup. She ran her fingers through her hair while talking. "I don't understand what all thew fuss is about Mardi Gras?"
"It's just a stupid excuse to run around in flashy clothes and act like dicks."
"It's celebration of life," Jake said. Not believingthe crap coming out of his mouth. Fuck this he just wanted to screw, man.,
ramblinging
Yeah, Jake was right behind her, exactly behind her ass, round and tight, the tiny blue dress helped. It made her look bigger than usual. But Jake didn't mind. He liked girls big. Sometimes at the club he'd pick up a few heavy set girls, they weren't big and all, just with a bit of meat on them. He didn't mind. As long as he liked them. He had to like their smell, their look, their appearance. Their taste.
He could feel his quivering member waking up.
"I've been to this hotel once," she said almost whispering.
They walked the room. He was ready. He hadn't picked up a girl in a week, and he was longing. Can't go on too long without it man- affection and some fun.
Jake turned the key, got in the room and switched on the lights. The room was a deluxe suite especially meant for honeymooners who liked to visit New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
It was prime location, since it was smacked in teh middle of downtown, just few blocks from the French Quarter.
Wanna drink? I bought some beers and sodas this afternoon?" Jake asked as he presently tried to clear the mess of clothes on his bed. Whenever he was alone he'd just threw his clothes on the bed, sofa or whatever space that was available. Hanging clothes on hangers was not an option. Not since living with his mom in Baton Rouge.
She took off her Jacket. Jake took the jacket from her, like clockwork. He took it carefully and hung by on the chair by the bed. She smelled of a very old perfume. Not the sweet stuff you get from most girls in the city. Every girls fucking obsessed about smelling like flowers. It's a great turn on, but sometimes less is more. especially when you're in a crowded place and all you smell is that- it induces migrain.
It smelled good on her. who gives a shit. She was 5 foot 3" maybe. slight freckles on her upper cheeks and nose but hid very well under her makeup. She ran her fingers through her hair while talking. "I don't understand what all thew fuss is about Mardi Gras?"
"It's just a stupid excuse to run around in flashy clothes and act like dicks."
"It's celebration of life," Jake said. Not believingthe crap coming out of his mouth. Fuck this he just wanted to screw, man.,
ramblinging
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