These autumn evenings are just so delightful. So much so, that I decided to enjoy the night air in the Flushing Roosevelt Avenue and Main Street Chinatown district.
The area has definitely eroded and degraded much from its glory years pre-COVID. There is plenty going on with restaurants and street venders, but the food seems not very appetizing, stale, old, dried out, low quality, unattractive. Flushing seems to have lost its vibrant, charming, robust, glowing, gleeful old-world Asian charm. There is a gloomy heaviness in the air, desperation, dissatisfaction, a soldiering on.
That is just an observation. I wasn’t exactly there to enjoy the carnivality of an Asian community at its very zenith, anyway. To put it quite bluntly, I needed to find a woman, and I needed to find her fast, because the evening was moving into the dead of night, and the shops were closing.
I made a general scan of the Main Street area, avoided going down the 40th Road scaffolding, leaving that as my last resort. Passed by into Prince and spotted a happy, lively damsel chatting with just about any dude to pass her by. Nobody was allowed to pass her without some communication. I avoided her to look further, but that old reliable intuition made its presence known and convinced me that she is a fine looking MILF with a nice bright aura, and why waste your precious time hunting and comparing when you are already stricken and bedazzled by her femininity.
So, I walked back and never had to open my mouth. She jumped all over me with charms, bells and whistles. small-talking me to death about my history, latching on to my arm as if we were reunited past lovers, excitedly finding each other and needing to embrace and catch up on what has occurred during the last decade. Jeez, what an actress!!!
I removed her two arms from embracing my arm. Do I really need to publicly display our illegal, sordid relationship for the community to gawk at? Fricken cameras everywhere these days. I felt like saying, “Can’t we save all this show of affection until we enter some seedy building room behind closed doors, or closed curtains, depending on which dump she decides to have us strip down in? “
Anyway, she was putting the cart way before the horse. I agreed to nothing yet, and remained like a stoic umpire behind the plate. But, she did look good, not fat, but well-fed, and pleasantly plump in the right places. Beautiful porcelain skin. Well-taken care of. A delight to the eyes, late thirties, early forties, average height, by the name of Josie.
Asked her how much. She unabashedly proclaimed her opening bid at $100, all in, as if it was the lowest price and best value on the avenue. I snickered, increased the speed of my gait to pull past her and she giggled, anticipating a lively haggle, knowing the dude likes what he sees, placing her not in the driver’s seat, but at equal footing with me. She put the ball in my court, asking me how I see her worth. I am really lousy at bargaining. Any savvy monger knowing the area would say “$40,” as a baseline and wait for her to raise me ten. But, I gave her a 60 and she raised me to 80, and I again increased my stride. To that, she ran to catch up with me and she quickly, giggly dropped her price to 70. I shook my head, and she laughed and said “ok.”
Went down 40th Road which really looks abandoned and depressed. Went upstairs, and the place was in full swing and sexually vibrating. From different rooms, the sounds of nocturnal animals of every variety mating with their own unique shouts, screams, breathing patterns, moans, and jargon. It was a mating zoo.
But, in the light of the room, Josie looked even better. I mean, no runway model. But, a nice voluptuous, healthy, very desirable standard woman in her sexual prime. And, continuing with her shameless acting endeavors, without my even taking my pants off, she told me that I am huge. What a card.
Wanting to get the money out of the way, I decided to pay first. She didn’t ask, though, but one less thing to think about. She saw that I had an extra crumpled ten dollar bill in my wallet and she asked if I wouldn’t mind giving her that also. And, as a reward for her milfy 20/20 vision, focusing so intently on my wallet, and wanting her to be extra happy during our event, basking in her wealth, I threw it into the pot. She burst out laughing and snatched it, quite proud of her womanly powers of persuasion.
We stripped and embraced while the hyenas, monkeys, and wilder beasts howled and screamed into the night from the various rooms behind us. She noticed that my manhood was fully erect, so she jumped on the table and spread her plump legs ready, willing and able to accept my love in standing mish. I found myself just standing there, mystified, confused, wondering like “WTF happened to my blow job?”
She twinkled and responded, “I saw that you were already hard and didn’t think you needed it.”
I shook my head and made a grunt, like “pfeff” and told her to open wide so I can enjoy her mouth in CBJ foreplay, and gave the back of her head a little discipline push which she did not find amusing, and gave me a sterner gaze, like “you be a good boy now.” I merely nodded as if to say, “I’m watching you girl. I was generous, so don’t shortchange me. We understood each other.
I totally enjoyed her toothy blow job to my satisfaction, and we began our thrusting in standing mish, and found the position so delightful, we never left it, for about 17 minutes with varying degrees of intensity, but always a very slow demeanor, long slides in and out. Josie has a delightfully plump ass to grasp, along with an admirable matching set of breasts, and a waterfall wide pussy, not terribly tight, but like jumping into a hot spacious bath, and enjoying it to no end. And, her and I just really enjoyed a very pleasant, satisfying, deeply-pleasing, passionate romp. Not competing with the sounds of the animal-like sex all around us, we did ours like two overjoyed appreciative “human beings.”
Alcohol bath, long embrace, and she told me to not forget her. I told her that would be utterly impossible to forget one such as her.
But, I didn’t ask for her contact info. Just because when I go to Flushing, I enjoy leaving myself open to the possibilities presented. Just because I already have my regulars, and on nights like these, I enjoy browsing.
Be well, and enjoy this beautiful autumn, gentlemen.
