debbiev
Ms Nympho
- Joined
- Sep 9, 2005
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Finally I get a long weekend to clear my head. I hate my dead end job and three weeks ago just broke up with my boyfriend. So I need to get away. I booked a room in a country motel up in the mountains and will do some hiking and enjoying nature. I'll be a new woman after this getaway, I just know it.
I look in the mirror and pause, seeing a 25 year old trying to find direction. But also seeing someone who is pretty, if I say so myself. I mean I'm 5'5", 128 lbs, 36d and curvy. My long brown hair is curly and I have deep brown eyes. My complexion is naturally tan, thanks to my heritage. I stare at myself more, "Wow Debs, you're a catch and my stupid boyfriend didn't appreciate it. Screw him, there are plenty of other men around." I pause and think, oh god I'm talking to myself again. I giggle and continue getting ready.
I finish packing, of course including my trusty magic wand and my vibrator too, smiling as I pack it. Well now that I don't have a boyfriend those are getting much more use and I'm certainly not going 3 days without an orgasm. I giggle. I pack enough clothes and also a black leather mini skirt and knee high boots just in case there is some night life in town. Hey you never know, maybe I'll meet some nice country guy.
Wearing a light blue cropped tank top and white jean shorts. Underneath a light blue bra and light blue low cut bikini panties. I put on a touch of makeup, brush my hair and slip on beige sandals and I'm good to go. Getting in my car and I head out.
Off the interstate and down a small mountain road, knowing the motel is only another 15 miles. A beep sounds and I look at my dashboard and see a red light warning. Temperature gauge? I blurt out, "Oh fuck, seriously?" I continue driving hoping to get to the motel or to a mechanic shop before my car dies. But instead see nothing but woods. Smoke begins to pour from the engine and my car feels like it's dying.
I pull off onto the gravel onto the side of the road and stop. I get out, lift up the hood and more smoke pours out. Reaching for my cell, I see no service. I stand at the side of my car, hoping someone comes by to help. It's hot and I'm sweating, but I suppose that's the least of my problems. "Shit! Can't anything go right?"
I look in the mirror and pause, seeing a 25 year old trying to find direction. But also seeing someone who is pretty, if I say so myself. I mean I'm 5'5", 128 lbs, 36d and curvy. My long brown hair is curly and I have deep brown eyes. My complexion is naturally tan, thanks to my heritage. I stare at myself more, "Wow Debs, you're a catch and my stupid boyfriend didn't appreciate it. Screw him, there are plenty of other men around." I pause and think, oh god I'm talking to myself again. I giggle and continue getting ready.
I finish packing, of course including my trusty magic wand and my vibrator too, smiling as I pack it. Well now that I don't have a boyfriend those are getting much more use and I'm certainly not going 3 days without an orgasm. I giggle. I pack enough clothes and also a black leather mini skirt and knee high boots just in case there is some night life in town. Hey you never know, maybe I'll meet some nice country guy.
Wearing a light blue cropped tank top and white jean shorts. Underneath a light blue bra and light blue low cut bikini panties. I put on a touch of makeup, brush my hair and slip on beige sandals and I'm good to go. Getting in my car and I head out.
Off the interstate and down a small mountain road, knowing the motel is only another 15 miles. A beep sounds and I look at my dashboard and see a red light warning. Temperature gauge? I blurt out, "Oh fuck, seriously?" I continue driving hoping to get to the motel or to a mechanic shop before my car dies. But instead see nothing but woods. Smoke begins to pour from the engine and my car feels like it's dying.
I pull off onto the gravel onto the side of the road and stop. I get out, lift up the hood and more smoke pours out. Reaching for my cell, I see no service. I stand at the side of my car, hoping someone comes by to help. It's hot and I'm sweating, but I suppose that's the least of my problems. "Shit! Can't anything go right?"
