I’d wanted to see Terri of Atlanta since the time, earlier this year, when she was planning a trip to LA. That one fell through, but when she mentioned she was coming out briefly to handle some family business, I told her that this HAD to happen. It took some arranging, some furious PMing and telephoning, but we finally got together more or less on her way back to the airport.
Terri would make my testosterone boil even if I saw her at the supermarket. BIG, sexy redhead, tall enough to look me in the eye. Big, wide grin. Freckles. Looks like a booth-babe from a tradeshow, which she used to be. You know, the hot numbers that stand in the widget-manufacturer’s booth so you’ll stop to hear the sales pitch for widgets. 'That’s right, little lady, you can write me an order right now! I’ll take, um, a left one and a right one….'
Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot: THOSE. Terri’s breasts are REALLY big. Show-stoppers. They look impressive on her website, and they’re even bigger up close. And completely natural. With freckles on ‘em.
And, of course, I WASN’T running into her in the supermarket, but in a hotel room. Where she answered the door wearing a decolletee negligee cut down to HERE. Affording me a view of her natural wonders. And then she gave me a big, hot kiss. And, boys, I had a hardon before I took my clothes off to step into the shower….