Tobi Loves To Showoff

“I think he probably won’t see many more of either one, I just know I am horny as hell, let’s hurry up and eat so we can get down to the real fun!!”

“I don’t feel like eating, I feel like fucking, you’re rich we can order more food later!!”

“Lady, I like the way you think, come to Papa!!”

Foreplay was unnecessary, J.D.’s dick was hard as a rock, and tobi’s pussy was well lubricated as he entered her with a savage thrust.

“Ohhh… do it to me harder.. I love it when you get worked up!!”

“Watching you parade around in the buff turns me on every time. i just love our little games, and I love you Tobi Lynn McCall.”

“The feeling is mutual J.D. McCall, fuck me!! Fuck me all night long!!”

“I plan to sweetheart, I plan to.”

As was their habit, they reminisced about some of their favorite games after their sex marathon and compared notes on their respective favorites.

Having worked in a convenience store for many years before being “discovered,” by J.D., tobi’s favorite game evolved around a convenience store. It went something lik this: J.D. would scout locations for several weeks, looking for the perfect store, and the perfect clerk to particiapte in their game. Ideally it would be a store in a secluded neighborhood, with only one clerk on duty, one male clerk. Once he had found the perfect location, they would pay a visit to the store late at night when there were few, if any customers. tobi Lynn would enter wearing only white panties and a chemise. the clerks reaction was usally immediate, but varied, according to how brave the clerk was. Some would turn away and make themselves busy elesewhere, some would openly stare, and still others would fall all over themselves trying to “help”. Usually J.D.’s only participation was to film the activity from the motor home, but occassionally, when a clerk totally ignored me, he would come in the store and heat things up. He would wait until I was at the check out and then walk up behind me. He would then proceed to play with my clothes, pulling up my chemise to bare my breasts, or if he was really in a horny mood, pull down my panties to reveal my perfectly groomed pussy. This would always get a reaction from the clerk, and I’m sure many of them closed the doors after we left, to ummmm, take care of business, and I DON’T MEAN STORE BUSINESS.

J.D.’s favorite game is the laundromat game. Again he would scount locations, looking for a place patronized mostly by men. We have a favorite in this category, located close to a manufacturing plant that has a third shift. We discovered that a lot of men come in at three or four in the morning to do their laundry, and are almost never accompanied by women. In this game I come in dressed in a simple dress like you might wear to work, or a job interview. I put all of my other clothes in the machines and then feign suprise, and say something like, “Oh, I forgot!! I simply must have this dress for a meeting tomorrow!!”, Of course one of the guys always says, “Go ahead and take it off and put it in the washer, we don’t mind,” Which, to there shock, is exactly what I do!! So there I am, in a room full of men, dressed only in my usual chemise, and white panties. We always pick the hottest of days for this game, so I end up using my chemise to wipe the sweat from my body, the better to show off my perfect tits. So far none of the men have made a pass, but J.D. and I have talked about it, and if any of them ever get agressive, I will play along, we figure it’s better to play along, than take a chance on getting hurt..after all when you play the kinds of games we play, there is always risk, right?? take the game we play on the highways and byways of this great country.

For this game, we go to a used car lot and buy the most disreputable piece of junk we can find. then we go on the freeway and find a spot where the dividers, or trees, block the view from the ohther side. We will then park the car on the shoulder of the road, and J.D. sets up in the trees, or behind a sign, at which point I get out the car in only the top to my short nightie with nothing under them but a pair of panties. then I raise the hood, and disconnect a spark plug wire or something equally simple. Before venturing out on the freeway, I have set up a stash of what appear to be old rags, but are actually a collection of my old panties and other unmentionalbes, in a cubbyhole under the hood. Once we get set up, we sit back and wait for our next victim. If it turns out to be a squad car, or obvious police car, the game ends there, I feign embarrassment at my predicament, the nice officer will find the loose wire, possibly caution me on my attire, and be on his way. If it is NOT a police officer, then the fun really begins!! J.D. will signal me, and I will take off my panties and stuff them in the cubbyhole, leaving me only in the top to a shortie pajama set. You can imagine the shock on my “victims,” face when he discovers a near naked woman on the other side of that hood!! When they walk up, I shyly explain that I was taking my husband to work and broke down on the way back. Of course he gets dirty working on the car, so I offer him a “rag,” to clean up with, which is actually the panties I just took off. Of course they are still warm and the poor guy is wondering if they are warm from being under the hood, or from being on me…and he would love to give them a good sniff…but of course he can’t, after all he is “sir Gallahad,” rescuing a lady in distress!!

Well, those are our favorite games. Don’t they sound fun?? Maybe we’ll think up some new ones, meanwhile, I will see you one of these days in a mall near you, or maybe on the side of the road and you will have the guts to sniff my panties……