Argh! Nothing interesting to post today or this week yet. It has been a crappy week. Oh, yes, the weekend was fine, but not the weekdays.
We went to Scranton, PA, for a wedding on a lake. Not a 'booze cruise' on Lake Wallenpapack a la "The Office". It was misting all day and on the cool side. This didn't put a hamper on the festivities, tho. A good time was had by all including myself. Some interesting observations: lots of women wearing sandals or flip-flops so I saw lots of feet, mostly cute. At one point during the day I noticed this girl who was wearing a white peasant dress. I first noticed the outline of the bottom of her panties - pretty high cut. Then as I looked closer, I noticed the top of her panties - pretty low cut. Then I noticed her face - she looked about 18 or so. Realizing my pervy thoughts, I moved along. Later in the day I saw her talking to a small boy and I assumed it was her brother. Wrong - I then noticed the wedding ring and diamond on her left hand and her husband next to her. My previous guilt cleared and I went back to looking at her panties.
The past two days have been full of more crappy weather. Full of crappy stuff at work. The tests that we're trying to complete just aren't going as well as everyone had thought. We're trying to put the pieces together to figure out what's going wrong, so there is still some time for it to ruin my vacation this Thursday through Monday. Argh! And it just seems like the pieces aren't fitting together yet. Luckily, thanks to the links I've been keeping along the right, I have some good ol' porn to brighten my mood at home.
Speaking of the list of links, I need to make some updates as I've accumulated a lot of new links to post. If you have one that you'd like to see, or one that you'd like me to remove, just let me know.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Something Completely Different
Not sure how I surfed into this site Ultimate Surrender but it is kind of interesting. Lesbian nude wrestling sex. The free previews are enough to give me a chubby. Its tough for me to say how "authentic" the wrestling moves are as I've never been a wrestler. I'm sure much of the time one girl is allowing the other to put holds on her rather than fight back as the kissing, licking, and fingering look to be very welcome by either opponent. It says that the loser gets fucked by the winner, but that doesn't seem to me to be that bad of a deal.
I've heard about submissive men wanting to be wrestled by dominant women. Its not my cup of tea. After seeing this site, however, I can start to see the appeal as it includes many of my fetishes. Dominant women - check. Humiliation - check. Close contact with her legs - check. Fondling and being fondled - check and check.
I can imagine the scene going something like this: I've been caught buying women's clothes while at a mall. The two girls that caught me also noticed that I was wearing women's clothes. They tease and taunt me, and finally have a female security guard take me away. I'm embarrassed and a bit scared of what will happen next. The "guard" tells me that I'm in a lot of trouble as there were some complaints about me. I tell her that I've never had any complaints or caused any trouble for as long as I've been buying women's clothes. She laughs at me and becomes meaner. She calls me many names and raises her voice. She starts to get physical by poking and slapping me. She calls me a wimp and says that I'm not man enough to handle a real woman. I protest and ask what I can do to reconcile the situation. She leaves the small room I'm in. Its very cold and the lights are very bright. The metal chair is uncomfortable. There is a large mirror on one wall opposite the door.
I'm in there for what seems like a very long time. Suddenly, the door opens. The "guard" and the two girls from the mall walk in. "Is this the guy?" the guard asks them. "Yes, that't the pervert!" one girl says, "What an asshole." The other girl just looks at me, studying my clothes, but not making eye contact. The guard shouts at me "You think you're better than these women?! Don't you?! Answer me!" I try to answer and she cuts me off. "You're not! Any woman could beat you to a pulp. You make me sick, you're such a wimp!" she shouts again. I try to answer again and she slaps me across the face. I try to protest again and she hits me again. "You're fucked," she shouts at me.
They leave as suddenly as they entered. A long time later the guard comes back in. "The women are letting you off easy, against my advice," she says. I think that I'm going to get to go home and stand up. She immediately throws a small duffel bag at me. "You'll have to change into these things and be ready in 5 minutes," she says and leaves.
I open the bag and find a red soft-cup bra, red string bikini panties with side ties, a tight fitting women's white tank top and women's white nylon gym shorts. I'm wondering what they are for when she opens the door. "Come on, hurry up! You're a real fuck aren't you?!" she scowls at me. I quickly strip off all of the clothes I have on - a pair of women's heeled loafers, black women's chinos from Banana Republic, black pantyhose, a white blouse, white camisole, and a white bra. I notice that the cold air has caused considerable shrinkage. I slip on the clothes, all of which are about one size too small. The guard immediately opens the door, grabs my arm and pushes me around into another room.
The lights are bright in the center of the room and very dim around the fringe. On one side I can see a window into the room in which I was being held. All I can see is the floor that looks like a wrestling mat - white rubber with a large circle. I can't see much else although I can hear people talking. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize they must have seen everything that happened in there, including me chaning clothes. I try to hide behind the guard, and she shoves me into the center of the circle. The people in the crowd start to giggle, laugh, and whistle. I'm still not sure what's going on. I hear a bell ring and a woman steps out of the darkness into the ring. She's dressed similarly as me, but her clothes fit her much better. She's a petite blonde with a ponytail, well proportioned, showing a strength without being too ripped. "What are we doing..." I start to say and the bell rings again loudly.
She lunges at me, grabs my wrist, twists my arm and raises it upwards. The pain makes me bend over. Before I know it, she lets go of my arm, kicks my legs from under me, and I land on my back. She grabs my arm again and forces me onto my stomach, pulling my arm behind me and lifting my chin up with her other hand. Someone comes over and yells "point" or something like that. The girl on top of me lets go, lays on top of me, and puts me in a head lock with one arm. "Pussy!" she yells into my ear. She uses her other arm to rip away my tank top. "Point" I hear again. As she releases me, the bell rings again. She leaves me in the center of the mat breathless.
Just as I'm gaining any sense of composure, the bell rings again. She comes running at me and knocks me down like a linebacker. She's very fast and agile, putting me in wrestling holds one after another, followed by someone yelling "Point!" My shorts are ripped away from me when she has my torso in a scissor lock with her legs. "Pussy!" she screams at me again. I get enough sense to try to fight back. I'm no match for her skills, but I am a good 10" taller and 85 lbs heavier. I manage to get her under me on her stomach. I pause to catch my breath. "Fight like a real woman, or are you just a girly-boy?" she growls between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask as she locks her legs around mine. "You are a pussy! If you want to win, you have to get me naked!" she shouts as she manages to grab my bra.
She flips me over. I grab for her bra through her tank top and manage to pull it off. This just angers her more. I try to flip her over, but she's too quick. I'm on the floor in another head lock with her legs around my waist. With her free hand she pulls the ties on one side of my string bikini, exposing my shaved cock and balls. She moves one leg down to hold back my leg, then she grabs my cock. Now I'm confused. I thought we were fighting. Now she's stroking my stiffening cock. "Double point!" I hear from somewhere. The bell rings. I'm left in the ring in nothing but a bra, my cock at half-mast. More cat calls from around the ring.
The bell rings again. She again comes at me fast. I manage to deflect her rush and knock her over. I grab her shorts and rip them off. "Foul!" I hear. The ref says that I must have her in a hold to rip off any clothing. She then swats my ass with a wooden paddle. My opponent pulls my legs down, rolls me onto my back, then locks her thighs around my head with her head at my stomach. I'm trying to breath and unlock her legs with my hands. I can smell her sweet aroma. She again goes for my cock, stroking it harder and harder with one hand, the other locked around my balls. It is starting to feel good, but I can't relax with her legs around my head. I grab her bikini and pull it open. She doesn't let go. I grab the bra and pull it off. No dice. She keeps stroking my cock. The mix of pleasure and pain is exhilarating. I want to relax and fully enjoy the sensations of the handjob, but relaxing means ... what? I'm not sure what losing the match will mean.
I slap her ass once, twice, three times with one hand as that's all I can think of. I feel her legs loosen a bit, then lock again. I slap her ass again and again and again, both cheeks. She loosens enough that I break free. I look at her and she has a possessed look in her eyes. She lunges at me, locking her arms around my waist, her face up against my cock. I try to bend over her and lock my arms around her waist. If I can pick her up, I'll have her, I think to myself. Too late, she beats me to it. She straightens up and flips me over. The wind's been knocked out of me and I'm seeing stars. She's on top of me again, one foot under my chin pushing my head all the way back, the other hooked under my knee pulling it toward my head. One of her hands is back on my cock, stroking it very roughly, the other is pinching my nipples. I can't see her, but I use my hands to feel up her leg. With her legs open I get one hand on her pussy and start to stroke it. She's very wet and I get a finger in.
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I'm thinking that maybe if I can get her to cum she'll release me. Wrong! She instead pushes my head back with more force from her foot. She attacks my cock, spitting on it and jerking it with both hands. I'm straining to keep it together. "Cum, you fuck, cum!!" she yells at me. "Damn it! I told you to cum! You pussy bitch! Now cum you fuck!" I can't shake her off and can't hold back the surging wave of cum. I feel the spasms in my cock and balls as the semen erupts from me. She keeps jerking me, the cum making me and her hand slick.
The bell rings several times. The ref comes out and lifts her arm up. "Winner!!" she shouts and the people watching cheer and shout. She lets me go and I lay there, exhausted from the wrestling and the intense orgasm. Before I know it, I feel someone pulling me off of the floor. I'm pushed over a small padded bench and my wrists are tied down. The bench is sloped so my head is lower than my ass. My legs are parted and tied. A ball gag is strapped onto me. There is a lot of cheering and shouting. I look around and see my opponent strapping on a dildo and harness. She circles around me, stroking the fallus and smiling to the audience. She grabs my ass with both hands, then gives me a few hard swats. "Is that what you like, bitch? You almost had me during the match if only you kept spanking me," she whispered into my ear. She hit my ass harder a few more times, enough to make me grunt in pain.
She then poured lube all over my ass, it ran down my back and legs. I could feel the dildo at my ass. She gave me a few light thrusts to get open it up, then sunk it in deep. I let out a loud groan. She waited a few seconds then began stroking it in and out of me. Long slow strokes followed by short fast strikes. She smacked my ass as she did this to the delight of the crowd. My cock was now erect and moving with her strokes. Knowing that her dildo would never go flacid, I wondered when this would end. It wasn't just a dildo she was using. She turned on the vibrator at low intensity and dialed it up as time passed. Many minutes later I was beginning to relax and almost enjoyed the ass fucking I was receiving when she stopped. If I were able to see her face and body, I would have seen them become flush with the orgasm she was having.
She stopped and the crowd cheered for her. She pulled out of me and sat on my back. I could see people, no, they were all women, coming out onto the floor around us. My view was limited to their legs and feet due to the position I was in, not that I minded. They congratulated her and talked for a while. I was being treated as nothing more that furniture. Every once in a while I received a swat on my ass or a hand feels up my cock and balls. They all leave and I'm left alone. The guard comes in, unties me, and throws my clothes at me. "You are a fuck, aren't you?" she asks as she leaves.
I've heard about submissive men wanting to be wrestled by dominant women. Its not my cup of tea. After seeing this site, however, I can start to see the appeal as it includes many of my fetishes. Dominant women - check. Humiliation - check. Close contact with her legs - check. Fondling and being fondled - check and check.
I can imagine the scene going something like this: I've been caught buying women's clothes while at a mall. The two girls that caught me also noticed that I was wearing women's clothes. They tease and taunt me, and finally have a female security guard take me away. I'm embarrassed and a bit scared of what will happen next. The "guard" tells me that I'm in a lot of trouble as there were some complaints about me. I tell her that I've never had any complaints or caused any trouble for as long as I've been buying women's clothes. She laughs at me and becomes meaner. She calls me many names and raises her voice. She starts to get physical by poking and slapping me. She calls me a wimp and says that I'm not man enough to handle a real woman. I protest and ask what I can do to reconcile the situation. She leaves the small room I'm in. Its very cold and the lights are very bright. The metal chair is uncomfortable. There is a large mirror on one wall opposite the door.
I'm in there for what seems like a very long time. Suddenly, the door opens. The "guard" and the two girls from the mall walk in. "Is this the guy?" the guard asks them. "Yes, that't the pervert!" one girl says, "What an asshole." The other girl just looks at me, studying my clothes, but not making eye contact. The guard shouts at me "You think you're better than these women?! Don't you?! Answer me!" I try to answer and she cuts me off. "You're not! Any woman could beat you to a pulp. You make me sick, you're such a wimp!" she shouts again. I try to answer again and she slaps me across the face. I try to protest again and she hits me again. "You're fucked," she shouts at me.
They leave as suddenly as they entered. A long time later the guard comes back in. "The women are letting you off easy, against my advice," she says. I think that I'm going to get to go home and stand up. She immediately throws a small duffel bag at me. "You'll have to change into these things and be ready in 5 minutes," she says and leaves.
I open the bag and find a red soft-cup bra, red string bikini panties with side ties, a tight fitting women's white tank top and women's white nylon gym shorts. I'm wondering what they are for when she opens the door. "Come on, hurry up! You're a real fuck aren't you?!" she scowls at me. I quickly strip off all of the clothes I have on - a pair of women's heeled loafers, black women's chinos from Banana Republic, black pantyhose, a white blouse, white camisole, and a white bra. I notice that the cold air has caused considerable shrinkage. I slip on the clothes, all of which are about one size too small. The guard immediately opens the door, grabs my arm and pushes me around into another room.
The lights are bright in the center of the room and very dim around the fringe. On one side I can see a window into the room in which I was being held. All I can see is the floor that looks like a wrestling mat - white rubber with a large circle. I can't see much else although I can hear people talking. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize they must have seen everything that happened in there, including me chaning clothes. I try to hide behind the guard, and she shoves me into the center of the circle. The people in the crowd start to giggle, laugh, and whistle. I'm still not sure what's going on. I hear a bell ring and a woman steps out of the darkness into the ring. She's dressed similarly as me, but her clothes fit her much better. She's a petite blonde with a ponytail, well proportioned, showing a strength without being too ripped. "What are we doing..." I start to say and the bell rings again loudly.
She lunges at me, grabs my wrist, twists my arm and raises it upwards. The pain makes me bend over. Before I know it, she lets go of my arm, kicks my legs from under me, and I land on my back. She grabs my arm again and forces me onto my stomach, pulling my arm behind me and lifting my chin up with her other hand. Someone comes over and yells "point" or something like that. The girl on top of me lets go, lays on top of me, and puts me in a head lock with one arm. "Pussy!" she yells into my ear. She uses her other arm to rip away my tank top. "Point" I hear again. As she releases me, the bell rings again. She leaves me in the center of the mat breathless.
Just as I'm gaining any sense of composure, the bell rings again. She comes running at me and knocks me down like a linebacker. She's very fast and agile, putting me in wrestling holds one after another, followed by someone yelling "Point!" My shorts are ripped away from me when she has my torso in a scissor lock with her legs. "Pussy!" she screams at me again. I get enough sense to try to fight back. I'm no match for her skills, but I am a good 10" taller and 85 lbs heavier. I manage to get her under me on her stomach. I pause to catch my breath. "Fight like a real woman, or are you just a girly-boy?" she growls between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask as she locks her legs around mine. "You are a pussy! If you want to win, you have to get me naked!" she shouts as she manages to grab my bra.
She flips me over. I grab for her bra through her tank top and manage to pull it off. This just angers her more. I try to flip her over, but she's too quick. I'm on the floor in another head lock with her legs around my waist. With her free hand she pulls the ties on one side of my string bikini, exposing my shaved cock and balls. She moves one leg down to hold back my leg, then she grabs my cock. Now I'm confused. I thought we were fighting. Now she's stroking my stiffening cock. "Double point!" I hear from somewhere. The bell rings. I'm left in the ring in nothing but a bra, my cock at half-mast. More cat calls from around the ring.
The bell rings again. She again comes at me fast. I manage to deflect her rush and knock her over. I grab her shorts and rip them off. "Foul!" I hear. The ref says that I must have her in a hold to rip off any clothing. She then swats my ass with a wooden paddle. My opponent pulls my legs down, rolls me onto my back, then locks her thighs around my head with her head at my stomach. I'm trying to breath and unlock her legs with my hands. I can smell her sweet aroma. She again goes for my cock, stroking it harder and harder with one hand, the other locked around my balls. It is starting to feel good, but I can't relax with her legs around my head. I grab her bikini and pull it open. She doesn't let go. I grab the bra and pull it off. No dice. She keeps stroking my cock. The mix of pleasure and pain is exhilarating. I want to relax and fully enjoy the sensations of the handjob, but relaxing means ... what? I'm not sure what losing the match will mean.
I slap her ass once, twice, three times with one hand as that's all I can think of. I feel her legs loosen a bit, then lock again. I slap her ass again and again and again, both cheeks. She loosens enough that I break free. I look at her and she has a possessed look in her eyes. She lunges at me, locking her arms around my waist, her face up against my cock. I try to bend over her and lock my arms around her waist. If I can pick her up, I'll have her, I think to myself. Too late, she beats me to it. She straightens up and flips me over. The wind's been knocked out of me and I'm seeing stars. She's on top of me again, one foot under my chin pushing my head all the way back, the other hooked under my knee pulling it toward my head. One of her hands is back on my cock, stroking it very roughly, the other is pinching my nipples. I can't see her, but I use my hands to feel up her leg. With her legs open I get one hand on her pussy and start to stroke it. She's very wet and I get a finger in.
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I'm thinking that maybe if I can get her to cum she'll release me. Wrong! She instead pushes my head back with more force from her foot. She attacks my cock, spitting on it and jerking it with both hands. I'm straining to keep it together. "Cum, you fuck, cum!!" she yells at me. "Damn it! I told you to cum! You pussy bitch! Now cum you fuck!" I can't shake her off and can't hold back the surging wave of cum. I feel the spasms in my cock and balls as the semen erupts from me. She keeps jerking me, the cum making me and her hand slick.
The bell rings several times. The ref comes out and lifts her arm up. "Winner!!" she shouts and the people watching cheer and shout. She lets me go and I lay there, exhausted from the wrestling and the intense orgasm. Before I know it, I feel someone pulling me off of the floor. I'm pushed over a small padded bench and my wrists are tied down. The bench is sloped so my head is lower than my ass. My legs are parted and tied. A ball gag is strapped onto me. There is a lot of cheering and shouting. I look around and see my opponent strapping on a dildo and harness. She circles around me, stroking the fallus and smiling to the audience. She grabs my ass with both hands, then gives me a few hard swats. "Is that what you like, bitch? You almost had me during the match if only you kept spanking me," she whispered into my ear. She hit my ass harder a few more times, enough to make me grunt in pain.
She then poured lube all over my ass, it ran down my back and legs. I could feel the dildo at my ass. She gave me a few light thrusts to get open it up, then sunk it in deep. I let out a loud groan. She waited a few seconds then began stroking it in and out of me. Long slow strokes followed by short fast strikes. She smacked my ass as she did this to the delight of the crowd. My cock was now erect and moving with her strokes. Knowing that her dildo would never go flacid, I wondered when this would end. It wasn't just a dildo she was using. She turned on the vibrator at low intensity and dialed it up as time passed. Many minutes later I was beginning to relax and almost enjoyed the ass fucking I was receiving when she stopped. If I were able to see her face and body, I would have seen them become flush with the orgasm she was having.
She stopped and the crowd cheered for her. She pulled out of me and sat on my back. I could see people, no, they were all women, coming out onto the floor around us. My view was limited to their legs and feet due to the position I was in, not that I minded. They congratulated her and talked for a while. I was being treated as nothing more that furniture. Every once in a while I received a swat on my ass or a hand feels up my cock and balls. They all leave and I'm left alone. The guard comes in, unties me, and throws my clothes at me. "You are a fuck, aren't you?" she asks as she leaves.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Race Report and Other Thoughts
I ran another 5K last week. (This was in addition to the 10-13 miles I run every week.) The course was the same as another 5K I ran earlier this year. Surprisingly, my time was 1 second faster this time. Pure chance as I don’t think I could have done this had I planned it. Had I known this, I would have ran harder. I was trying to run faster, not because of time, but to catch up to the girl that I befriended over the last few races. I noticed over the past few races that we have similar paces. One race I beat her by about a minute, another race she beat me by 8 seconds, and at this race she beat me by 25 seconds. We started out near each other, but with the number of people in the race at varying paces, she pulled out ahead early on. Her ponytail was always in sight, but I was never able to catch up no matter how much I tried. I wonder if she was trying to school me. I didn’t get a chance to talk with her much before the race, and not at all after it as there was a group from work that also ran in it. The next race where I might see her is in October.
Life has been very busy lately. Not too busy for the occasional bout of sex, but too busy for some ‘me’ time (i.e., edging). And I really need some ‘me’ time. In a bad way. In a “get naked, get out the porn (Leg Show magazines & computer files), get out the lube, get out my crossdressing clothes, and masturbate for hours” type of way. Actually, the day (and I do mean a whole day) needs to start with some shopping. Reading Panty Fiend’s blog lately has really made me mad about buying some new panties. And the fall fashions are coming out.
So, I’d start the day showering, shaving, moisturizing, and then dressing in a nice pair of panties, stockings or pantyhose, bra, camisole, women’s khakis or jeans, and low heels. Then out to the malls. I’d go to the usual places – Victoria’s Secret, American Eagle, New York & Co., Express, The Gap, Banana Republic, Aldo, Target – as I’d like to buy some more lingerie, so pants/jeans, blouses, and shoes. Maybe a stop at a coffee shop. Maybe even a stop at the local Adult store for a new DVD, some lube, or a toy. These activities would certainly rev up my engines for several hours of edging once I return home.
Once home I’d strip back down and put on the new clothes. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. All of this time I’d be edging. I’d sit or lay back and look at my porn in the various formats and edge, and edge, and edge. I’d change lingerie every so often. The tactile sensations elicited by the lingerie adds to experience. I might surf the Internet to find some new porn pictures or videos. I might log into a chat room to chat with others about sex have chat sex. After all of this, and several hours of edging, I may call a certain phone sex line in order to cum. There’s nothing like listening to a woman’s voice while masturbating, especially if she’s giving me instructions or making suggestions (I like a dominant woman). I get pretty vocal while masturbating to her voice, even more so when reaching orgasm.
After all of this, I’m usually pretty well worn out. I’ll take another shower, and get something to eat and drink. If its not too late, I may get redressed and go back out to a coffee shop to relax for a while. Once I return home, I’d masturbate again before going to bed.
Life has been very busy lately. Not too busy for the occasional bout of sex, but too busy for some ‘me’ time (i.e., edging). And I really need some ‘me’ time. In a bad way. In a “get naked, get out the porn (Leg Show magazines & computer files), get out the lube, get out my crossdressing clothes, and masturbate for hours” type of way. Actually, the day (and I do mean a whole day) needs to start with some shopping. Reading Panty Fiend’s blog lately has really made me mad about buying some new panties. And the fall fashions are coming out.
So, I’d start the day showering, shaving, moisturizing, and then dressing in a nice pair of panties, stockings or pantyhose, bra, camisole, women’s khakis or jeans, and low heels. Then out to the malls. I’d go to the usual places – Victoria’s Secret, American Eagle, New York & Co., Express, The Gap, Banana Republic, Aldo, Target – as I’d like to buy some more lingerie, so pants/jeans, blouses, and shoes. Maybe a stop at a coffee shop. Maybe even a stop at the local Adult store for a new DVD, some lube, or a toy. These activities would certainly rev up my engines for several hours of edging once I return home.
Once home I’d strip back down and put on the new clothes. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. All of this time I’d be edging. I’d sit or lay back and look at my porn in the various formats and edge, and edge, and edge. I’d change lingerie every so often. The tactile sensations elicited by the lingerie adds to experience. I might surf the Internet to find some new porn pictures or videos. I might log into a chat room to chat with others about sex have chat sex. After all of this, and several hours of edging, I may call a certain phone sex line in order to cum. There’s nothing like listening to a woman’s voice while masturbating, especially if she’s giving me instructions or making suggestions (I like a dominant woman). I get pretty vocal while masturbating to her voice, even more so when reaching orgasm.
After all of this, I’m usually pretty well worn out. I’ll take another shower, and get something to eat and drink. If its not too late, I may get redressed and go back out to a coffee shop to relax for a while. Once I return home, I’d masturbate again before going to bed.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Vacation Report
Argh! The Monday morning after 9 days of vacation is the toughest day of the week. I was so getting used to sleeping in until 8AM. That 5:30AM alarm this morning interrupted some prime sleeping time.
Anyway, my vacation was great. We went to Avalon / Stone Harbor, NJ. We go about the same week every year and it seems to be a very lucky week to go. Last week was the Heat Wave that gripped most of the country. A few years ago we missed the blackout that hit most of the North East. It was hot “down the Shore” last week as well, but the heat was more bearable being able to slip into the pool or jump into the Atlantic Ocean whenever I got too hot. The ocean temperature was cool during the week up until Saturday. When the winds shifted around, the ocean temperature warmed to almost bath-water temperature, and the pool was almost too warm. My diet consisted mostly of seafood, ice cream, and beer.
There are a few things I look forward to when we go to the Shore. First, naturally, is the sight of all those women in bikinis. I think the bikini is the perfect swimsuit for almost all women. (The exceptions being the greatly obese.) I hear about the grueling experience of swimsuit shopping women go through – it has to cover this, it has to support that, etc. All for nothing in my mind. Just buy the bikini. Men are not going to avoid looking at, or approaching, a woman because her swimsuit is not a color of his liking, or it doesn’t cover that scar, or it makes her thighs look fat. We’re much more shallow that that. There’s nary a woman that I didn’t think looked great no matter her age or shape. The only problem I had, if it is a problem, was looking a woman, thinking “Wow! She has a great ass and legs!”, only to find that when she turned around, I could then tell by looking at her face that she was 16-18 years old. D’oh!
I would have liked to have worn a Speedo-style swim-suit, however, this being a family-oriented part of NJ and the fact that I’m neither Canadian nor gay, decorum dictated that I wear the longer surfer-style suits. Now I have an untanned section of skin from my waist almost down to my knees. Cinders and ashes!
There’s one pancake house that I really like to eat at (I’ll avoid naming the place lest the search engines bring unwanted visitors here. It’s a small chain along the Jersey Shore.) The food is great. The waitresses are even better! They are all women in their late teens and early twenties. Their uniform consists of white sneakers and white tennis dresses that are heavenly to behold. The dresses are short (mini-skirt length) so as to show off their long and tan legs. That would be enough to satisfy me any day of the year. However, the dresses are also thin enough that their panties are easily visible through them. Yep, I’m a perv. The one day we were there I got a great seat at a great table – right up front near the kitchen. Most people would hate this as there is a lot of activity and noise. Not me. The waitresses line up along the counter to fetch the plates of hot pancakes – great for panty viewing. I’m sure they know that people can see them – kudos to the owner for picking out the uniform! Most of the waitresses were wearing white briefs, a few had on white string bikinis, and a couple had white panties with colored piping outlining them or words written across the back (couldn’t quite make out what the words were, tho). The one older (late 30’s) waitress was wearing granny panties – argh!
The other things I like about the shore are eating ice cream and drinking beer every day. Not that there’s anything from preventing me from doing this at home, but at the shore I can be more decadent. There’s a wealth of mom & pop ice cream shops along with a few chain stores. One could eat at a different place every night and still have another week’s worth of places to visit. I did. The beer selection at any of the bars or stores is not great by any means. However, in NJ one can buy beer by the six-pack, not just by the case as in PA. I was able to find a couple of beers that I had not sampled previously. I read a lot as well. My preference for Shore reading are science fiction short-story anthologies. Most of the stories are just long enough to read before needing to take a dip or go for a walk.
Anyway, my vacation was great. We went to Avalon / Stone Harbor, NJ. We go about the same week every year and it seems to be a very lucky week to go. Last week was the Heat Wave that gripped most of the country. A few years ago we missed the blackout that hit most of the North East. It was hot “down the Shore” last week as well, but the heat was more bearable being able to slip into the pool or jump into the Atlantic Ocean whenever I got too hot. The ocean temperature was cool during the week up until Saturday. When the winds shifted around, the ocean temperature warmed to almost bath-water temperature, and the pool was almost too warm. My diet consisted mostly of seafood, ice cream, and beer.
There are a few things I look forward to when we go to the Shore. First, naturally, is the sight of all those women in bikinis. I think the bikini is the perfect swimsuit for almost all women. (The exceptions being the greatly obese.) I hear about the grueling experience of swimsuit shopping women go through – it has to cover this, it has to support that, etc. All for nothing in my mind. Just buy the bikini. Men are not going to avoid looking at, or approaching, a woman because her swimsuit is not a color of his liking, or it doesn’t cover that scar, or it makes her thighs look fat. We’re much more shallow that that. There’s nary a woman that I didn’t think looked great no matter her age or shape. The only problem I had, if it is a problem, was looking a woman, thinking “Wow! She has a great ass and legs!”, only to find that when she turned around, I could then tell by looking at her face that she was 16-18 years old. D’oh!
I would have liked to have worn a Speedo-style swim-suit, however, this being a family-oriented part of NJ and the fact that I’m neither Canadian nor gay, decorum dictated that I wear the longer surfer-style suits. Now I have an untanned section of skin from my waist almost down to my knees. Cinders and ashes!
There’s one pancake house that I really like to eat at (I’ll avoid naming the place lest the search engines bring unwanted visitors here. It’s a small chain along the Jersey Shore.) The food is great. The waitresses are even better! They are all women in their late teens and early twenties. Their uniform consists of white sneakers and white tennis dresses that are heavenly to behold. The dresses are short (mini-skirt length) so as to show off their long and tan legs. That would be enough to satisfy me any day of the year. However, the dresses are also thin enough that their panties are easily visible through them. Yep, I’m a perv. The one day we were there I got a great seat at a great table – right up front near the kitchen. Most people would hate this as there is a lot of activity and noise. Not me. The waitresses line up along the counter to fetch the plates of hot pancakes – great for panty viewing. I’m sure they know that people can see them – kudos to the owner for picking out the uniform! Most of the waitresses were wearing white briefs, a few had on white string bikinis, and a couple had white panties with colored piping outlining them or words written across the back (couldn’t quite make out what the words were, tho). The one older (late 30’s) waitress was wearing granny panties – argh!
The other things I like about the shore are eating ice cream and drinking beer every day. Not that there’s anything from preventing me from doing this at home, but at the shore I can be more decadent. There’s a wealth of mom & pop ice cream shops along with a few chain stores. One could eat at a different place every night and still have another week’s worth of places to visit. I did. The beer selection at any of the bars or stores is not great by any means. However, in NJ one can buy beer by the six-pack, not just by the case as in PA. I was able to find a couple of beers that I had not sampled previously. I read a lot as well. My preference for Shore reading are science fiction short-story anthologies. Most of the stories are just long enough to read before needing to take a dip or go for a walk.
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