The Cellar - View Single Post

Gravdigr · 11-03-2016, 02:11 PM

So, she paid the bail bondsman, but the jail wouldn't release my buddy till 6 am the next morning. Fuckers. I said to buddy's gf, this sucks. Now we gotta drive three hours back home, and be back up here by 6 in the damn morning. She asks if I could bear staying the night in a motel, so she don't have to do all that driving again, alone. I tell her a motel is right out, as I have less than a hundred bucks left on me. I thought it was gonna be a pay-the-guy-pick-him-up-get-the-fuck-home-situation. Chick says she'll pay for the room.

Room.

Not rooms.

Room. Singular.

Turns out they've stayed here before, and a single room with two beds is $128. A room with just a single bed is $110. Is this ok with me? Meh, I'll live.

So, we eat, have a few drinks. Kill time.

It's bedtime, and I have no problems. Off comes the hat, t-shirt, the shoes and socks, and I'm in my shorts and underwear in bed ready to lay awake all night. For one, I'm in a strange place, ain't no sleep happening for me, period. For two, I'm in a room with another man's woman, a pretty damn good-lookin' woman. Ain't no sleep happening for me, period.

The little pull-chain light in the "closet area" is left on. Plenty of light by which to see.

At around 2 am, I hear girl stir and sigh. A few minutes later, I hear her sigh again. Then she gets up and goes to the bathroom. Like she's the only person on the planet, she gets up, and walks across the room. Wearing a pair of little, little, black panties with a row of little tiny red ribbon bows around the top, and nothing else.

She left the bathroom door open while she peed.

My mind is now going 16,375,917 miles per hour.

I was wondering, in the porn movie of my mind, how the next 45 seconds might go. And then, how the next 2 hours might go.

She walked back to her bed, and I laid there with a tent pitched in my bed. At 4:30, she got up again, still just in the little black panties with the little tiny red ribbon bows around the top, took a shower and with the room lights on, came back outta the bathroom, saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, and says just way too damn nonchalantly, "Oh. I didn't know you were up." She then put her hairbrush in her pocketbook, and then picked up her shirt and put it on. Just the shirt. For the next 15 minutes she walked around in just a shirt and those little black panties with the little tiny red ribbon bows around the top.

I was fucking dying. Dying.

I don't think I have to tell you what part of me was as clean as it has ever been when I got out of the shower.

She's like 5'10", athletic build, got her own murdersickle, dark red hair, and boobs that Bob Segar sang about (two points of her own, standing way up high, way up firm and high). She could not hold a single pencil under these breastages, and they are not small.

I will remember those breastages and those little, little black panties with the little tiny red ribbon bows around the top walking in from the bathroom in the very early morning for the rest. of. my. life.

Even if I live to be 10,000 years old.

BTW, dude's outta jail, urrbody's home, and I still have an erection.

11-03-2016, 02:11 PM	#11464
Gravdigr The Un-Tuckian Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: South Central...KY that is Posts: 39,517	So, she paid the bail bondsman, but the jail wouldn't release my buddy till 6 am the next morning. Fuckers. I said to buddy's gf, this sucks. Now we gotta drive three hours back home, and be back up here by 6 in the damn morning. She asks if I could bear staying the night in a motel, so she don't have to do all that driving again, alone. I tell her a motel is right out, as I have less than a hundred bucks left on me. I thought it was gonna be a pay-the-guy-pick-him-up-get-the-fuck-home-situation. Chick says she'll pay for the room. Room. Not rooms. Room. Singular. Turns out they've stayed here before, and a single room with two beds is $128. A room with just a single bed is $110. Is this ok with me? Meh, I'll live. So, we eat, have a few drinks. Kill time. It's bedtime, and I have no problems. Off comes the hat, t-shirt, the shoes and socks, and I'm in my shorts and underwear in bed ready to lay awake all night. For one, I'm in a strange place, ain't no sleep happening for me, period. For two, I'm in a room with another man's woman, a pretty damn good-lookin' woman. Ain't no sleep happening for me, period. The little pull-chain light in the "closet area" is left on. Plenty of light by which to see. At around 2 am, I hear girl stir and sigh. A few minutes later, I hear her sigh again. Then she gets up and goes to the bathroom. Like she's the only person on the planet, she gets up, and walks across the room. Wearing a pair of little, little, black panties with a row of little tiny red ribbon bows around the top, and nothing else. She left the bathroom door open while she peed. My mind is now going 16,375,917 miles per hour. I was wondering, in the porn movie of my mind, how the next 45 seconds might go. And then, how the next 2 hours might go. She walked back to her bed, and I laid there with a tent pitched in my bed. At 4:30, she got up again, still just in the little black panties with the little tiny red ribbon bows around the top, took a shower and with the room lights on, came back outta the bathroom, saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, and says just way too damn nonchalantly, "Oh. I didn't know you were up." She then put her hairbrush in her pocketbook, and then picked up her shirt and put it on. Just the shirt. For the next 15 minutes she walked around in just a shirt and those little black panties with the little tiny red ribbon bows around the top. I was fucking dying. Dying. I don't think I have to tell you what part of me was as clean as it has ever been when I got out of the shower. She's like 5'10", athletic build, got her own murdersickle, dark red hair, and boobs that Bob Segar sang about (two points of her own, standing way up high, way up firm and high). She could not hold a single pencil under these breastages, and they are not small. I will remember those breastages and those little, little black panties with the little tiny red ribbon bows around the top walking in from the bathroom in the very early morning for the rest. of. my. life. Even if I live to be 10,000 years old. BTW, dude's outta jail, urrbody's home, and I still have an erection. __________________ These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA, EPA, FBI, DEA, CDC, or FDIC. These statements are not intended to diagnose, cause, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. If you feel you have been harmed/offended by, or, disagree with any of the above statements or images, please feel free to fuck right off.