We had been hanging out and teasing one another for months and she asked me out to lunch on my birthday. I liked her--she was extremely hot & smart--but I wasn't keen on the fact she had married some old man the prior year. The diamond ring was massive. So I figured being friends with a hot chick wasn't all bad. Just hanging out with her in bars and restaurants brought me a lot of attention and looks. Plus she was the only woman I knew whom enjoyed going to strip clubs (her idea!). She loved to watch and comment on the girls' moves and privates. I guess she was a bit of a perv (like me). She even jumped up on the stage once (she was a former dancer so had the proper permits) to show off her freshly shaved peach.

I wore a load of The Edge (unscented) covered with Burberry Weekend and, just prior to her jumping in my car, gave myself a couple more zaps--no buffers, no socials, just -none. She immediately said she loved my cologne but soon became animated and moody. Snapped at friends on her cell and said really mean things to me. I stopped talking to her and was thinking about tossing her out and noticed her skirt was hitched up--sans panties--and was beating off as I drove down the road. So I pulled off into a cane haul road and finished her off. Haven't had too many of these overtly dramatic reactions, but I learned to not wear so much in a small car.

She appeared (pretended?) to be shocked afterwards she let it go so far. Whatever, she had some premeditation as she climbed into my car commando and wearing a short jean skirt. Unfortunately we broke up shortly after that and she went back to her husband.

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