An Outing today at my Favorite ABS
After having 3 different hook-ups fall apart on me yesterday, I decided I was still going to take advantage of a full-day's privacy and go out in public as Nikki and see what fun, or trouble, I could get into. After doing some internet searching, Stan's 2 outside of L.A. still came up as my top prospect for fun. So off I went!
It took me a little while longer than I planned to get ready, mainly because of my nosey-assed neighbor across the street who kept being a nosey busy-body in front of her house, and preventing me from leaving quietly. She needs to get a life. Preferably in a new neighborhood.
When I leave the house, I am as dressed as I can possibly get away with. In this case, breast plate, black satin pussy-bow blouse I got on Etsy (a MAGNIFICENT garment- lemme know if you want the link), and black satin panties, all underneath my sweat pants and sweat jacket. I didn't dare try the skirt and heels outside in front of my house, due to Ms. Nosey-ass. Ah, the problems of still being in the closet!
Once free of the confines of my neighborhood, I was able to shed my outer-wear and finish dressing. To my blouse I added my black satin knife-pleated skirt and heels, and since I was feeling like I had a stupid start to my day, I went blonde. Adding blood-red lipstick and my mask (An L.A. County requirement), I was ready.
When I got to Stan's, I was a little disappointed to find there was no parking in their lot or the place next door, which meant the joint must be jumping. It also meant I had to find a place to park and take the long journey to their door. I actually found one parking spot further down the block and decided I would just take a stroll, and enjoy my femininity. It was a nice day, and other than being a 6 foot, 2-inch tall woman, dressed a little over the top for daytime, nobody took notice. I enjoyed that, a lot. I am finding more and more that as I make my sojourns, when out in public, nobody seems to care who or what I am.
Once inside Stan's, I paid my money for full-access, and started to make the rounds. As advertised, the parking lot was telling the truth and it was packed. I was also the only one wearing a skirt. I got a lot of looks and one guy copped a feel of my butt as I strutted by him, but once I figured out where I was most comfortable, I took a seat in the theater section, which was just packed on both sides.
The only seat was to one side, but it was either that or stand, and being a lady, I preferred sitting. Crossing my legs at the knees, I then proceeded to watch the most awful hetero-porn movie, of some girl having like 22 climaxes from this one guy who HAD to have taken an entire pallet of Viagra. They went at it in a myriad of positions and her squeaky voice droned on and on about how amazing his cock was, how big it was (well, ok, it was. I couldn't deny that) and how she was cumming. Again.
Across the room from me, a man entered, took a newly vacated seat, and he pulled out his black cock, all the while giving me a contact-high from reeking of 420. Frankly, I didn't want anything to do with him, even though he was eying me for a bit. Mercifully, the movie ended, and I took that as my cue to exit the theater and get some fresh air.
Making the rounds again, I got hit on by another black guy, only he was sweet, even shy, and after a short conversation of expectations on both sides, I was soon on my heels, pulling down his shorts and giving one of my better oral performances.
I have started letting my fingernails grow a little longer than I normally would, and used them to great effect, lightly tickling his dark skin as I licked and suckled his cock, able to take him fully. Before overly long, I was tasting his pre-emission, and then I got a full shot of his salty jets. He then helped me to my heels and held me as I regained my breath. He was such a sweetheart! He was one guy, whom, if we could have found a room, I would have enjoyed spending some time making love with.
Then came guy #2. An older black gentleman, probably pushing late 60's, asked to speak with me soon after my first left and in a very short order, I was sucking him, too. I think, because of his age, he was struggling, because after some more saltiness on my tongue. he pulled away and said thanks. But he never really got hard. He, too, was a gentleman, and very respectful.
I did want to mention that I am finding a preference growing. Not that I would reject a white man, or a Hispanic one, far from it, but I am finding in my experience that black men's semen tastes better. It is a salty-sweet kind of thing that I find myself enjoying.
Then came lover #3. This started as a gloryhole anonymous cock-sucking, but when he got close, he pulled out, and did the kind thing and put on a condom. After trying to suckle him covered, I managed to bring him around and offered my pussy to him, if he stayed covered. He agreed and then he took me, at one point so hard it was smacking the top of my head against the wall.
We exchanged some dirty-talking as we were at it, and he loved the idea of breeding his boss's wife and making her pregnant. That is when he climaxed, and pulled out, shooting his load against the wall instead of fully into the condom. He did show me the spray on the wall and the partially filled condom, and he also offered me, if you can believe this, a wet-wipe to clean myself. What a gentleman!
With this, it was growing late and I needed to head back and clean up myself, shower, do laundry and all of the things necessary to get back into the closet. Until another day comes and I get to venture forth, unloosing Nikki on an unsuspecting public!
It took me a little while longer than I planned to get ready, mainly because of my nosey-assed neighbor across the street who kept being a nosey busy-body in front of her house, and preventing me from leaving quietly. She needs to get a life. Preferably in a new neighborhood.
When I leave the house, I am as dressed as I can possibly get away with. In this case, breast plate, black satin pussy-bow blouse I got on Etsy (a MAGNIFICENT garment- lemme know if you want the link), and black satin panties, all underneath my sweat pants and sweat jacket. I didn't dare try the skirt and heels outside in front of my house, due to Ms. Nosey-ass. Ah, the problems of still being in the closet!
Once free of the confines of my neighborhood, I was able to shed my outer-wear and finish dressing. To my blouse I added my black satin knife-pleated skirt and heels, and since I was feeling like I had a stupid start to my day, I went blonde. Adding blood-red lipstick and my mask (An L.A. County requirement), I was ready.
When I got to Stan's, I was a little disappointed to find there was no parking in their lot or the place next door, which meant the joint must be jumping. It also meant I had to find a place to park and take the long journey to their door. I actually found one parking spot further down the block and decided I would just take a stroll, and enjoy my femininity. It was a nice day, and other than being a 6 foot, 2-inch tall woman, dressed a little over the top for daytime, nobody took notice. I enjoyed that, a lot. I am finding more and more that as I make my sojourns, when out in public, nobody seems to care who or what I am.
Once inside Stan's, I paid my money for full-access, and started to make the rounds. As advertised, the parking lot was telling the truth and it was packed. I was also the only one wearing a skirt. I got a lot of looks and one guy copped a feel of my butt as I strutted by him, but once I figured out where I was most comfortable, I took a seat in the theater section, which was just packed on both sides.
The only seat was to one side, but it was either that or stand, and being a lady, I preferred sitting. Crossing my legs at the knees, I then proceeded to watch the most awful hetero-porn movie, of some girl having like 22 climaxes from this one guy who HAD to have taken an entire pallet of Viagra. They went at it in a myriad of positions and her squeaky voice droned on and on about how amazing his cock was, how big it was (well, ok, it was. I couldn't deny that) and how she was cumming. Again.
Across the room from me, a man entered, took a newly vacated seat, and he pulled out his black cock, all the while giving me a contact-high from reeking of 420. Frankly, I didn't want anything to do with him, even though he was eying me for a bit. Mercifully, the movie ended, and I took that as my cue to exit the theater and get some fresh air.
Making the rounds again, I got hit on by another black guy, only he was sweet, even shy, and after a short conversation of expectations on both sides, I was soon on my heels, pulling down his shorts and giving one of my better oral performances.
I have started letting my fingernails grow a little longer than I normally would, and used them to great effect, lightly tickling his dark skin as I licked and suckled his cock, able to take him fully. Before overly long, I was tasting his pre-emission, and then I got a full shot of his salty jets. He then helped me to my heels and held me as I regained my breath. He was such a sweetheart! He was one guy, whom, if we could have found a room, I would have enjoyed spending some time making love with.
Then came guy #2. An older black gentleman, probably pushing late 60's, asked to speak with me soon after my first left and in a very short order, I was sucking him, too. I think, because of his age, he was struggling, because after some more saltiness on my tongue. he pulled away and said thanks. But he never really got hard. He, too, was a gentleman, and very respectful.
I did want to mention that I am finding a preference growing. Not that I would reject a white man, or a Hispanic one, far from it, but I am finding in my experience that black men's semen tastes better. It is a salty-sweet kind of thing that I find myself enjoying.
Then came lover #3. This started as a gloryhole anonymous cock-sucking, but when he got close, he pulled out, and did the kind thing and put on a condom. After trying to suckle him covered, I managed to bring him around and offered my pussy to him, if he stayed covered. He agreed and then he took me, at one point so hard it was smacking the top of my head against the wall.
We exchanged some dirty-talking as we were at it, and he loved the idea of breeding his boss's wife and making her pregnant. That is when he climaxed, and pulled out, shooting his load against the wall instead of fully into the condom. He did show me the spray on the wall and the partially filled condom, and he also offered me, if you can believe this, a wet-wipe to clean myself. What a gentleman!
With this, it was growing late and I needed to head back and clean up myself, shower, do laundry and all of the things necessary to get back into the closet. Until another day comes and I get to venture forth, unloosing Nikki on an unsuspecting public!
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