September used to be my favorite month

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I've got some side projects started in my life .. things I never thought I'd have the courage to engage in or explore . I'm old i'm 34 .. I'm still growing and learning .. This is my attempt at releasing some built up things in a positive creative manner. This is also a way of letting go of the past.
Please just don't criticize how whack it might be too much.

I mean it had been years , and the event originally meant to be of no significance, well has burned into some lobe of my brain. I mean it wasn't decades , but we made it a year, and that is plenty of time to make long term memories.

I wasn't here by complete choice , although at my age not claiming responsibility would be childish . I wasn't directly responsible for winding up at this particular destination, but I always followed the cliche saying "everything for a reason.". I mean after all what's a couple of months in a state where Ranch dressing is a topping for everything and Mtn Dew is the biggest addiction next to crystal meth .

I had plans , I mean I couldn't stay in a small town , I had dreams, and after all I was made to be a part of the big apple permanently . I mean I had spent the past five years doing open mics at dive bars and casinos . I mean when I wasn't doing security listening to college junior girls cry about flushing their flip flops in the ocean , or drunk frat boys use the terminology "bruh" while slapping each other in their chest , and I wasn't prepping preparing and expo'g enough food to feed Ghengis Kahn's armies for a season .. I was making the two hour drive every chance to make ppl laugh . I loved seeing people happy . I learned to love seeing you happy .

I didn't know you yet . I didn't move here for you . I wasn't in the market for you , hell I wasn't in the market for anything . (unless it was ranch dressing)

I remember healing up sooner than planned . I felt reborn . I mean after all it's not every New year's eve you get hit by a drunk driver in broad daylight leaving you in a ditch . I was whatever .. lucky, a miracle , nevertheless I could always use some side money . New york is no cheap date after all .

I remember walking in that day to apply for the position, I wasn't nervous about being hired . I mean the experience was a given in the resume , I was more worried when they saw the application and looked up , that I wasn't getting the job . I mean after all I clearly didn't look like a Brittany more like a fucking bubba -_- .

I got it , I got it and from that first night , I knew something intense would form a domino effect. I mean I couldn't read minds , and I couldn't predict the future , but you came up to me and I forgot every letter and every word possible in the English language.

You spoke up to save us both an awkward moment " I hope you stick around , you seem like a good fit . "

You were cute, I mean no harm in looking right ? I knew after all you weren't into me psshh girls schmirls .

You asked if I had a number to call in case ,your shift was ever short staffed , but I didn't realize till after the exchange .. you had access to that after all it was posted in the book with everyone else's .

A couple of days had gone by , and then you randomly sent a simple "hey , can't wait to work together tonight ."
You were so nice , that southern twang didn't hurt either.

Those next two weeks were cool . I had a friend down here . I mean I didn't plan to . I didn't want to . There couldn't be any downfall though right .

You knew of my plans. I knew hardly anything of you except that you were going through a divorce .

I remember that next week . The week that started this emotional rollercoaster about to ensue . You had come up to me and suggested hanging out off the clock . I had wanted to . I wanted to know you . I didn't want to love you . I just liked the idea of you around as an acquaintance.

I got so excited . You got nervous . I get it .. I mean I didn't but I do now .. I was something, exciting a change in a town where you were rotting .. I was like a fresh breath of air. I knew though that I wasn't an idea that fit in here in the same little town that banned a Disney movie from playing at local theaters because the candle stick came off a little offensive , I knew it would be a unique situation no matter the case .

You bailed. You apologized , you had reasons , I got it . We were friends and that was good enough. The night came you would remember , that night was the second worst of the two we would have. You were in the front of the house . I was stuck on a grill in a scorching day in August with no AC in a Alabama kitchen .

You started talking about desires . You exposed your personal bedroom thoughts a little. I was shocked but I could never hint my curiosity . You were my boss after all . We were friends , but you were an authority figure.
I always had issues with authority , but I respected our balance .

I did until you fell off , work became just work ,I wasn't sure why , but that's okay cause we were just friends .
You got upset , my attention drifted a little , I guess you still wanted it , but we were both in a state of confusion , you made some comments about how you were happy to be getting divorced ,but God you would miss the sex. I don't know what happened, but I didn't care , I brushed you off , we were friends but this train wasn't stopping at my station to unload it's baggage. I said "have a great day " and proceeded to leave besides being over smelling like ribs every damn day & getting heat stroke , I didn't know how to dance to your beat .
You got so mad ,we were so short staffed , and as I reached that door ,you had to utter something loud and clear enough to get to me , that's all it took hearing " I guess I suck at trying to flirt and scheduling." I wasn't staying because I liked you , I rather wanted to smother you with a pillow at this point ,but I felt bad , and, sometimes we have breakdowns .

The next week changed everything , it was different , you had wrote me a detailed text with apologies, and explanations , you wanted to explain all these things that you didn't have to , I remember this week especially , because once again on a Friday night you were short staffed ,only this time every fucker but me and you apparently got sick (because god you sucked at hiring good help) . I never thought that night would end and we got our asses kicked .

That night though , I remember all the built up tension , I remember every time we passed each other, I remember the way your shirt hugged your curves , and I remember how you smelled like a mixture of Berries and apple pie . The way we caught each other mid glances , how hard it was to stay focused . I remember we had 30 minutes to go , we were already at 3am and well past the time we should have left . I remember you taking off your management shirt . You in a black tank top with your hair in a messy bun was sexy enough to me . Your little glasses accentuating your cute little nose , and your breast , completely covered, contained tightly as if any sudden movement would cause them to storm the beaches of Normandy .

I remember grabbing stock for the next day , and seeing the whipped cream , yea whipped cream , taste good off so many surfaces . I knew I wouldn't be able to completely eat this whipped cream the way I wanted to , but I could have fun . I remember walking up behind you hand full of this whipped substance , and catching you at almost the right moment , I say almost because as I rubbed it across your face , your tongue seemed to have mistaken my ring finger for a treat and removed said cream from my finger in a very non management manner.

I say it was August so it was hot already , but now it was 10,000 degrees in my body , how had I not spontaneously combusted ? You wanted to hang out after we left work , I was speechless , and a wuss .

The next day came , we were catching each other lookwise , alot , but with increased length . I mean nothing big, we were just friends , friends who worked together, just friends .

The thing was friends wasn't going to last as a title for us , you had an idea about the extra part of friendly benefits .

We sat in my parking lot that night , my parents inside , I felt like a friggin teenager who snuck out lol , but I knew it would be an awkward story , and I was terrible at story telling .

The conversation was intense , but the energy was even more intense , If you were a snake you could have bit me in the face , because my dumb ass was still oblivious to the fact that you were flirting .
I mean I wanted to believe it , but I had hopes , and I refused to get them up .

You had leaned in , you had taken off your glasses , and you kept putting this loose hair behind your ear, Welp, I thought it's 3am , as I reached over to give you a fist bump , and you seemed shocked that I couldn't tell that you wanted to perhaps exchange oxygen from one pair of lips to another.

THIS .. This night was the night .. tensions were so damn high . I couldn't stand it , I needed a five minute break .
I went outside to sit down , I needed a smoke and 5 minutes to listen to some song that would compliment my current predicament.
You came out , and sat down next to me. You were all of a sudden bashful , and red as a tomato, you were blushing.. no no you were hot but only because of the working conditions .

You were blushing , because then you said it , you asked it , maybe you demanded it . You said "You ever going to kiss me , or is that not a thing I should be hopeful for ."

Should I continue ?
 
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Please excuse me while I put on my platforms to incinerate the dance floor...
 
I leaned over my hand caressed against your cheek as I whispered "No" in your ear. I knew you were annoyed , if looks could kill at that moment, I would have died. You got up to leave . I got up and we made friends with the wall , well at least you back did , the bottom of your shirt twirled in my hand , your breath on my lips , my tongue, you already tasted great, and I hadn't even touched you .
You teased my bottom lip with your tongue, only to leave me wanting to nibble your top lip. I loved the light feeling of your nails in the back of my neck. I believed it lead me to think I was doing somewhat satisfactory in my ability to flirt now.

The belt loops on your work pants were perfect anchors to pull you towards me while still letting the wall support you. The thing was we still had work and well clearly you were a terrible boss because you seduced me. (sarcasm)

There we go , the late night vibe , everyone else left, but here I was , and here you were . You asked me to come sit with you for a minute , in your soccer mom van, we talked for what seemed like hours , the energy was electric , the heat in my body felt like a boiling point.
Your fingertips felt fantastic tracing like skates down my arm . The suggestive innocence of your look made me crave every inch even more . The kiss had picked back up , almost like it never even forgot it's place. There would be people pulling up to open up shop in the next hour.

The next hour was time we had to ourselves though. The only problem was the divider , your arm rest acting as if you were a Capulet and I a Montague.
I now see why you chose to have me come to your car , the back seat laid flat , whereas in my little toyota , we would have looked like the incredible hulk destroying Betty Boop.

We climbed over into the back , the little sounds escaping your mouth .brief groans of a desire to be pleased correctly . I liked you clothed , I wanted it to be left at that point, a point so tempting it would drive you or me or both insane.

Shall I continue ?
 
We were there, person to person , skin to skin. The thing is this this time there was no divider. The bottom of your shirt clenched in my hand , I wanted this , I wanted you . The support for your back was there again , this time it was the backseat window of your car, my fingertips connected with your curves , you shivered the way someone does when they're ticklish , your hand came down on top of mine , I had fucked up ? No , no you loved it , you wanted to give a tour to the new citizen discovering your body. I won't lie I'm usually a really great multi-tasker , but you had me in twenty different directions mentally. The inside of your mouth felt like home. The way your moaned when the tip of my tongue traced the outline of your top lip. The fact that the kisses alone made you clutch me closer , left me wanting to do more , wanting to gain your compliments .

I mean to me , this was a position , I was interviewing, I wanted to walk away leaving an impression. My right hand had made a place of comfort holding on to your right hip. You were thick in all the perfect spots , I wanted something to hold onto , because at some point , maybe I had become a little cocky, but at some point , I was going to bury my face between your legs , and your hips supporting my hands , well they would be the life raft I'd need to not drown in your juices. ( I mean not that I would have complained if this was the way I was going out .)

I loved guiding my hand to my personal favorite physical part of a woman. The breasts . I was maybe immature in that sense . The sense that I generally acted as if I was way too mature to get excited over sex, but it wasn't about maturity , it was about the human body, and the female form. I mean I've heard females be baffled by the concept. "who cares it's just fat" These people probably had the most boring sex in life , I mean when you view the act of intimately dancing with another person's soul as a job rather than a conquest , well you're doing it wrong .

I loved the feeling of reaching the peaks , the size I don't remember , I don't know if you even told me , I didn't care. I know however that they were quite a load that you carried quite well. The bra you wore guarded them, kept them anticipating . We removed your shirt to get on a more friendly basis with them. I don't know why but kissing the top of your breast left this exquisite sensation on my lips. I could taste how soft you were. and maybe the smell of berries and sweetness had tied in , but regardless I was hungry.

.. I shall continue shortly
 
The look was aesthetically satisfying, you were a work of art. I felt like Da vinci and you were my canvas. The left hand held your neck , but my right was curious , my fingertips wanted to travel. I slid a few fingers over your right breast , the space between your bosom and your bra was constricted , but my fingers were not claustrophobic, they slid over your nipple . The hardness of your nipple brushed against my skin was a sensation I imagine resembled the feeling of being on ecstasy . The hardening goosebumps of your areola seemed entertained by the presence of another's touch. I felt your nipple between the space of my fingers. I pulled and pinched lightly. The sound , the lightest moan of relief I've ever heard while at the same time the catching of your breath which seemed to have deepen . The left hand had made it's way to your back . I was like a kid on Christmas fumbling a present , one they knew they had wanted all year and finally got. I do alot of things decently well , I however was no magical Houdini , but somehow without eyesight , I had managed to maneuver a hook loose from it's clasp . I wasn't sure but your silent nod was approval for me to continue. the next two hooks departed from their clasp. The mighty wall had fallen .

I don't know the inches of your chest , nor do I remember or even know if you told me the size of these lovely pieces of art, but I didn't need to , numbers weren't going to change the fact that I wanted two first class tickets to scuba dive in the island between your breasts where my face would have made a comforting home. I massaged the right one , making sure it knew it hadn't been forgotten , but then I saw your neck , bare and displayed, your hair pushed back, I had to sample it with some light kisses , but then I needed a nibble , I bit and I felt those nails a little tighter this time , but they seemed to want my head secured in this spot. I traced up your neck with the tip of my tongue right to your earlobe of that left ear, I had to of course sample a little nibble of this flesh. I heard "fuck , oh fuck" a little distorted , but I get it trying to catch your breath , while moaning in satisfaction , and getting bit , it creates some distractions. I had to get back home, and by home I mean I had to guide my mouth back down a little more south. I kissed on the path down , I wanted to take all of you in , I had you here & now , that's what mattered. I now had both breast in comfort , I loved your nipples , I loved the fullness , I loved pushing them up against your body , while massaging the tips of your nipples with my thumbs .

I licked your left breast , and then engaged your left nipple between my teeth, pulling lightly , my hair was now a mess, so much for even using hair gel, but I don't think you were complaining , how could you? . I'm actually sure of it because at this moment I filled my mouth with your breast my tongue making waves as it caressed your nipple , squeezing while sucking, with breaks for air , but those were short lived , as every break I took was only met with your mouth on mine and our tongues acting like shy strangers with a quick handshake.


I believe we will pick up again soon..as long as that's what interest the viewing parties ?
 
Your body was warm. You were flushed , the seat reclined , I moved from your chest down your stomach ,I traced the way down with kisses and my tongue . I loved the way you quivered , you squirmed. I remember the pant's you were wearing , work uniforms are such a pain in the ass, but for you I would put in the work. I traced my fingers over the top of your pants , I snuck my fingers in over what felt like silky underwear. I was intrigued in fact honored, it seemed that I had made you wet , me this goofy soft looking baby faced teddy bear got you soaked. I traced your lips with my finger tips , wet,warm,throbbing. I wanted a preview of you , I desired the acknowledgement of your taste. You tasted sweet almost like pineapples . I think it really drove you over the edge seeing me look up pleased that I was pleasing you , satisfied that I had your scent on me .


to be continued shortly ...
 
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