TMIThursday: 3 Broads and a Little H.J.
Jul 29, 2009 Masturbate-able, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Sex, TMI Thursday's, This Thing Called Marriage., love
Hello my gluttons for TMI Punishment!
You know the drill… I blog about totally inappropriate shit… (sometimes literally) and sometimes, you throw up in your mouth a bit.
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So. I posted the TMIT where D married a stripper. Unknowingly of course.
This story happened in the same event (read: honeymoon) only in a different location.
We were on our way home from Victoria, B.C., riding the ferry across into Port Townsend. It must have been a busy weekend or something because the boat was packed to the brim with people. If you got a seat, you better stay there or you lost it.
Yeah. Sardine styles.
Anyway, D and I found a seat. We were completely exhausted hungover from the shenanigans that we had gotten ourselves into all weekend long, so we didn’t even think about our booth neighbors. Not even a little bit. ( I dont like to share with weirdo’s. A booth neighbor snob, if you will. If you stink or look like you stink… If you have the sniffles… or anything resembling a sickness that I am not interested in bringing back home with me, I will find another place to sit. End of story)
Shut up.
So as I was saying. We snuggled up on the booth, across from these 3 broads… probably in their late 50’s. We weren’t really talking, but we were not NOT talking either. As I melted into him, my hand automatically traveled toward the penile region. I have noticed that it is like a magnet or something. I get close, and I am junk grabbing. I dont know what it is. Maybe it is just to check to make sure that it is still there, and still large and in charge. Regardless, I do it. And I did it then. He had a jacket covering his crotch-and-more area, and I took it upon myself to start moving underneath clothes and on to hot skin. Heh.
At first, he eye-protested the FUCK out of this business, his eyes darting from me to the broads across from us down to his cahck and back to me. I think he was trying to tell me that it was inappropriate. Not sure, but after about … I dunno … like 5 strokes, you can imagine how his eyes rolled into the back of his head while I handled my business. Or his business. However you want to look at it.
The ladies knew. I know it. Toward the end of this surprise happy hand job treat, my motions under this super cloak of a jacket that I would like to pretend made my hand and its movements invisible (it didnt) got more aggressive. D tried REALLY hard not to moan. I give him an A for effort. But right there, at the end… he let one out. And these broads were motherfucking OFFENDED.
What I did not think about was what to do with the … mess that was made. So, not only did he have to look at them looking at him as he attempted to put it back in his sweats, but he also had to get up and go to the bathroom.
Did we move seats? Nope. Those broads straight got up and moved. I was sure that they reported us. But whatev. D got his, and I am the best wife ever.
The END!
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Tags: ferry, hand job, honeymoon, old woman, TMI Thursday, victioria bc
