When Kinky Pants Became Plural
I first met Miss kinky when she was 19 years old. I was fresh out of the Army, in the best shape of my life and horny as hell. She was a checker at a small grocery store in Olathe Kansas. I got up the nerve and asked her out while she was ringing up my groceries. She said no, telling me she had a boyfriend.
In my life there some things I’ve never been called. Overly intelligent, tall, dark, and handsome are a few of those things. But one thing I have been called many times in my life is “a persistent son of a bitch”. And fortunately in the case of Miss kinky this persistence got me that date about two months later.
Our first date was to a drive-in movie. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you what movie that was because I don’t think we even saw the opening credits. Miss kinky showed up for the date wearing jeans with a hole in the right ass cheek. I mentioned as we were parking that I did not see any panties through that hole, hoping not to get slapped. To my surprise Ms. kinky undid the first couple of buttons on her jeans to show me that she wasn’t wearing any.
I knew right then and there I found a keeper! And within about five minutes we were in the backseat with the windows fogged over before the snack bar’s commericial was even over.
During that movie I must came at least three times, with Miss Kinky swallowing every load. Fortunately, Ms. kinky must’ve missed at least one drop, as we had our first child nine months later. It wasn’t the best way to start our relationship but in the end it I married the perfect woman for me so it was a pretty good accident. Not to mention… Breast milk! That was pretty hot too.
The kinky pants