Start! Damn it, please start!  Nothing.  Another turn, a click, then silence.  A dead battery late at night on a weekend with an arctic cold blast making the fall weathereven worse.  And I’m in the parking lot of my gym at this hour, because I was too busy making travel arrangements and appointments for an upcoming Dolly-date tour to get to my usual class.  Instead, I had to jump in and take the closing-down-the-house 10:00 p.m. late-nighter just before the club closes.  Dolly, you sure fucked yourself this time.  

Those were my thoughts as I sat in my car, starting to feel the cold, as all I was wearing was a sweaty workout sports bra crop-top combo with some lycra/nylon mini shorts, cross training shoes, and a pullover t-shirt.  I was sweaty, and the inside of my car windows and windshield were fogging up.  This sucked!

And then a knock on my driver’s side window made me jump and about scared the crap out of me!  What the … and then I saw that it was Emily from the gym, shivering in a full length zip-up parka, the kind you see football players wear on the sidelines in winter, holding a flashlight.  As I cracked the door, since, with a dead car, I couldn’t lower the power windows, she said, “Can I help you take a look at what’s wrong?  Heard you clicking and the car not starting.”

Emily is a fucking knockout.  This was still a frustrating situation, but hey, at least it was a sexy girl in her mid 20s, not some creepy guy who walks the treadmill, pretends to read the paper while doing so, but really is checking out the women in the fitness class.  Emily hits the late class nowadays, because she takes an acting workshop in the earlier part of the evening.  We became friendly when she took the earlier class last year while getting into peak shape to try out to be an NFL cheerleader.  She didn’t make the final cut, but did get herself noticed enough to (a) score an invite to the acting workshop, with the showbiz agent who spotted herpaying the cost of the workshop in exchange for first chance at being her agent, and (b) get asked out by the backup quarterback whom she was dating.  She was about 5’3”, maybe 110 lbs., with a really disproportionate amount of the weight in her D-cup boobs that had been enhanced from a small B on her pixie-like figure.  Blonde hair, lighter than mine, which is more honey blonde in winter and ends up lighter in the summer.  We both have blue eyes, though Em’s (everyone calls her “Em,” and sometimes she signs just “M”) have a more greenish blue, and mine are more of a true blue.  I’m taller than Em by about 4 inches, and I do a lot moreupper body strength workout, so I have a more athletic frame, while she is more ofa “spinner.”  Sorry if that term related to a slender girl being so light and thin that a man can fuck her and turn her body this way and that to change positions all while she’s mounted on the guy’s cock without having to dismount is new to anyone reading this.  If so well, you’re welcome for the intro to a fun term.  I’m a D cup, too, but on my frame, they look more natural, which isn’t to say Em doesn’t look great.  She does.  She’s like a Hooters girl.  Wait, I think she was a Hooters girl, maybe still is.  Cute as hell, not an ounce of fat on her, fucking a pro-football player (okay he’s a backup, but still …) and appeared to be my best chance to get my car started or at least get a lift home.  Every other car was gone.

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Dolly raised my bar for sure !!!

Saw Dolly about a year ago while she was in Atlanta and it was " by far " the BEST SEX I've ever had. I've seen her 4 or 5 times since and it's gotten better each and every time. Since our first date ... I've done nothing but overnights with this Sexual Goddess and I'm already planning the next one in Miami. RUN GUYS ... don't walk to see this Energizer Bunny. Hope you have FUN in Denver Gorgeous !!!