Joyriding With My New Two HonyesYou all surely remember my last story 'Party With My New Honeys', about the September 2011 US Vogue (Kate Moss on the cover) and the supper heavy & glossy new Love issue I bought at my favorite magazine shop.
Well, after I left the shop I entered my car and placed carefully my new honeys on the passenger seat. I started the car and turned to leave the parking lot, when I saw a pretty girl hiking in front of me.
She was about 25, coquettish and slightly curvy, brown long hair with blue eyes and bright skin tone. She wore a checkered sleeveless mini dress that was tight and emphasized her perky boobs and narrow waist.
In a brief impulse I decided to pick her up, though usually it's not my habit. As she opened the door she looked at the mags on the seat ('damn', I thought, 'I forgot all about it').
I had no choice and picked the magazines from the seat and waited until she placed herself properly and buckled up. Then I handed her the mags and asked her to hold them for me because I didn't want to through them in the back seat, where they may be crippled by the car moves - you know what I mean...
She looked at me a bit surprised due to the unusual request, but cheerfully said: 'Oh sure, what a treat, I love fashion magazines!'
She placed both mags on her lap and started flipping the pages of Vogue, while Love was underneath it. She was chatty and cheerful, asking me if I was from the 'Industry'. I replied that I wasn't at all. She was puzzled about me having these fashion mags, so I boldly said I just enjoy them and love the aesthetic and artistic eds and adds (surely sounded gay to her ;-) ).
Conversation was easy and fluent. She shared with me her impressions and views on the photos in the mags, pointing at details and making me look .
At times she would raise the open mag and put it in front of my eyes, to help me see stuff without abandoning the road. She did not miss the perfume sample in Vogue and pressed this thick glossy to her face for a close sniff....
Then she had to reach for her purse that was in her bag laying at her feet. She bent over and both mags were pressed between her lap and her breasts.
As she rose back with her purse, she held the open Vogue up, pressed against her boobs, and put her purse on Love that remained on her lap.
I found it very hard to concentrate on driving at this point. A bigger problem was my growing ***** in my pants. I hoped she will not notice that and I kept it cool as much as I could. It was a long drive and she managed to go over both magazines.
I brought her to her destination and we parted without exchanging any details.
With this adventure vivid in my mind I started later in the evening my party with my new 2 (not so virgin any more) honeys.