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Jimi, Chapter 2. The tekoki championships, 01 By the end of the summer term, Luna had left Britton High for a two-month Spanish course in Chile. She was excited to finally meet in person her longtime pen-pal Gabriel. In contrast, I was depressed with the prospect of losing our hand-play sessions, and depression gave me enough bravery to visit the new mega-sex shop recently opened in the Docklands area.Might there be a female-sumo section down there? The bouncer at the entrance gave me a contemptuous look behind the screens. I rushed in pretending I knew what I looked for and landed straight on the hard-gay section. Fortunately, the bouncer was focused on the stride of a lady passing by in her high heels. As I wandered around the shelf displays, I suddenly spotted a photocopied announcement taped on a column.‘First European amateur tekoki championship. Register for the final casting. Sponsored by HRP Horny Ram Productions.’Underneath there was a list of places and dates. Next Sunday would be in a club at Santa Monica harbor, reasonably close by. I grabbed my phone and pushed Luna’s contact. Fortunately, she had it off, because it was about 6 am in South America and Luna, who wasn’t exactly an early riser, would have got mad at me.I walked home, locked into my room, and played female sumo on the old VHS. This was better for slow-motion replays Cebeci Escort but nasty, shaky rubbish for stills.Three soaked hankies later, I looked at the alarm clock, dressed up, and had a fifty-minute long-distance call from mum’s phone with Luna. Gabriel’s family was taking her out hiking in the Pampa, ending up with a local dinner and some barn dances.I tried to delete from my mind the image of Gabriel leading my curvaceous girlfriend in one of those Latin shuffles and told her about the contest. She had never heard of it but did know the mega-sex shop owner from her dedicated research on hand-job habits worldwide. The guy, she told me, had a distinctive sports car and lived at Gardenia Villages. It wouldn’t be hard to spot him around. ‘Tell him you’re a friend of the girl who subscribed to ‘Handy Asians’. I don’t think he’s forgotten that.’The sports car was parked in front of number 169, one of the newest and most tasteless buildings at Gardenia Villages. The guy thought was unexpectedly welcoming despite my unannounced visit and seemed sincerely delighted about my initiative.He fixed me hot coffee and his partner, a drop-dead cutey in her late forties but definitely not the sharpest knife in the kitchen, pulled out some Brazilian delicacies. She wolfed down as much as Çıtır Escort I did.She gave me all sorts of details about the contest, she knew so well since her ‘husband’ was one of the sponsors, but she didn’t regard me as the kind of tough guy who could make it through those squashing machines. Then the guy cleared his throat and staring at the tablecloth muttered.“Hmmm, perhaps our young friend wouldn’t mind a quick test.”The gorgeous lady puffed out her incredible chest and crossed her legs. Her mighty thighs stretched the miniskirt like plastic film. Her part-native eyes were challenging.“Uhhh. Of course not.” And her many metal bracelets clanged in celebration.The guy rattled the tea table whilst his formidable lady got rid of all the bulky rings from her tanned fingers, got up, gloriously immense on top of her marble legs, and pointed a glistering nail to the room next door.******A long while later, her hair-do spoiled and perspiration on her upper lip, we were back in the lounge. I took a seat. She went straight to the lavatory.“Seems I passed the test,” I grinned.“With good marks,” he admitted, pouring an icy beer into two glasses and pushing one to me. “I hadn’t seen her pulling that face since Brazil was defeated at the world cup. Welcome aboard.”We toasted.However, the Demetevler Escort contest was for couples, and although the sex-shop owner had been really friendly my fresh bravery didn’t go far enough to request her wife as my contest partner. I needed a woman. With Luna on a trip, I focused my lower belly needs on Betty, a gloomy just-divorced thirty-something that Luna herself had introduced to me on one of our rare nights out of our den.She had been working for a while as a gym teacher at Luna’s brother’s school, but eventually was expelled because of her lack of any formal degree.Luna wanted my training not to be interrupted, and Betty was the more reliable option she could think of, provided she got her booze ration under control. Her tits had been mighty in a not-so-remote past, and she knew how to lend a hand, a dab hand indeed, and didn’t get emotionally involved, as long as I could stand the tales of misery she vividly related at the same time.I walked swiftly the three miles distance to Betty’s and told her about my successful adventure at Gardenia Villages. Her face lightened, she hugged me like a pro wrestler, picked up the phone, and ordered vegetarian pizzas. Then she changed into a skimpier outfit and invited me to a one-night stand practice beginning now.I called home with a miserable excuse and rushed to her spring mattress, leaving my jeans behind. Rules were simple. I couldn’t touch her, and she could only touch me from the waist down. She was allowed to use any part of her body, though. This was against tekoki standards, and Luna would disapprove, but I couldn’t help it. I liked her fine chest into play. Still, the Grand Finale must be just using her hands.
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