echo4818
2009-01-16, 01:13
In continuation with my post "Hell yes friends" about how this week is the greatest week of my life I bring you today's adventure.
Most recently I have seen a gorgeous chick working at the walmart photo development area. Or whatever the hell they call it. Well today I decided I would see if I could impress her and blow her Thong right off her. This morning I took pictures of my long Shillong. These pictures were close ups and full body shots. My camera has a time delay on it. I then went to Walmart to get them printed off. I have a digital camera. I am technologically advanced and do not rely on old film styles.
I walked up to the photo department and to my dismay I found that there was an old man with a Santa style beard. He asked me if he could help me. I said, "I would love to have you help me but I just realized I forgot my SD Card at home." He said ok and I walked away. I of course wasn't going to fuck that old shit bag.
Later on in the afternoon I went back and to my excitement the girl was there. I went up to the Kodak machine and selected my pictures and printed them off.
I took them up to the desk and I told here these were mine. She said ok and grabbed them without looking at them. She took them over to the little counter they use to put the pictures in the envelope and print out the barcode. It was at this point that she looked at them and her eyes got really big. She turned around and asked me what the pictures were for. I told her they were for her viewing pleasure. She asked me if I could hang around for another 15 minutes because she had something special for me. I said ok.
To pass the time I walked over to the hunting supplies. they had some hardcore rifles for sale. I really want a rifle or a shotgun to shoot the feral cats that roam around my house. Damn things always shit on my porch.
After 15 minutes I made my way to the photo department. She met me right there and told me she had a little surprise for me. She took my hand and lead me to the back of the store into the warehouse section. The area where legit shoppers are not allowed to roam. We found a spot hidden around several pallets of junk. She took me and lead me there. She then proceeded to jerk my pants down past my knees and start sucking my very happy dick. This felt amazing. She gave me the most sloppy bj i have ever gotten in my life. I mean the salive was just running off my dick and dripping down my balls. I eventually came and felt an ignorant bliss like i have never felt before.
Just as I was starting to pull up my pants there was all of the sudden a male face that poked around the pallets. He screamed at me asking what the heck i was up to. I happened to glance at his name tag and it said "George" Store Manager. I thought to myself OH SHIT I BETTER RUN. So that's what I did. I ran like hell pulling my pants the rest of the way up and buckling my belt. I dashed through the store with good ole George right behind me. I ran out the store doors and all the way, which is about a mile, to my house. the old shitbag stopped chasing me at the store doors.
It just occurred to me that I never did catch the name of the girl at the photo department who gave me a good ride. Oh well, easy come easy go.
Most recently I have seen a gorgeous chick working at the walmart photo development area. Or whatever the hell they call it. Well today I decided I would see if I could impress her and blow her Thong right off her. This morning I took pictures of my long Shillong. These pictures were close ups and full body shots. My camera has a time delay on it. I then went to Walmart to get them printed off. I have a digital camera. I am technologically advanced and do not rely on old film styles.
I walked up to the photo department and to my dismay I found that there was an old man with a Santa style beard. He asked me if he could help me. I said, "I would love to have you help me but I just realized I forgot my SD Card at home." He said ok and I walked away. I of course wasn't going to fuck that old shit bag.
Later on in the afternoon I went back and to my excitement the girl was there. I went up to the Kodak machine and selected my pictures and printed them off.
I took them up to the desk and I told here these were mine. She said ok and grabbed them without looking at them. She took them over to the little counter they use to put the pictures in the envelope and print out the barcode. It was at this point that she looked at them and her eyes got really big. She turned around and asked me what the pictures were for. I told her they were for her viewing pleasure. She asked me if I could hang around for another 15 minutes because she had something special for me. I said ok.
To pass the time I walked over to the hunting supplies. they had some hardcore rifles for sale. I really want a rifle or a shotgun to shoot the feral cats that roam around my house. Damn things always shit on my porch.
After 15 minutes I made my way to the photo department. She met me right there and told me she had a little surprise for me. She took my hand and lead me to the back of the store into the warehouse section. The area where legit shoppers are not allowed to roam. We found a spot hidden around several pallets of junk. She took me and lead me there. She then proceeded to jerk my pants down past my knees and start sucking my very happy dick. This felt amazing. She gave me the most sloppy bj i have ever gotten in my life. I mean the salive was just running off my dick and dripping down my balls. I eventually came and felt an ignorant bliss like i have never felt before.
Just as I was starting to pull up my pants there was all of the sudden a male face that poked around the pallets. He screamed at me asking what the heck i was up to. I happened to glance at his name tag and it said "George" Store Manager. I thought to myself OH SHIT I BETTER RUN. So that's what I did. I ran like hell pulling my pants the rest of the way up and buckling my belt. I dashed through the store with good ole George right behind me. I ran out the store doors and all the way, which is about a mile, to my house. the old shitbag stopped chasing me at the store doors.
It just occurred to me that I never did catch the name of the girl at the photo department who gave me a good ride. Oh well, easy come easy go.