Disney, Me, and OTC

It's funny how things turn out in life. How all you need is a catalyst to get the wheels of fate turning. One thing leads to the other which in turn leads another. I had a situation happen the other day that was charged full of psychic repercussions. Here's my story. My supervisor gave me tickets to Disneyland the other day. Along with these tickets came free parking and front of the line passes. He had no want not need of the tickets. He asked me if I could use them and I was like, of course I could use them. On my way home from work I was figuring out just how I was going divvy out these tickets. I have 11 nieces and nephews but only three tickets. Only two kids were gonna be able to roll with Uncle Slick to the happiest place on Earth. Obviously, however it went, some kids were gonna be left out and probably upset. That's about the time that I got an early morning call from this one dancer. This sweet, slice of honeydew wanted to know when I was gonna stop by and see her. The last couple of times that we met were OTC and I hadn't been to her club in a while. That wouldn't be an issue except that we haven't hooked up OTC in a bout a month. She watches her 4 year old sister during the day and as of late, her time has been rationed out between family and the club. Hence, no OTC with Mr. Slick. Right about now a light bulb went off in my head. I asked her if she wanted to head out to Disneyland. Her, her little sister, and myself. My ears almost burst from the screams of juvenile and feminine delight. Chicks love Disneyland, no matter how old they get. We made plans to go on a Monday. She doesn't work on Mondays and Mondays aren't that crowded(for Disneyland). The plan was set and I was ready. And I didn't have to worry about disappointing any nieces or nephews. Monday rolls around and I pick up the ladies. "K" is looking hotter than fish grease in some skin tight R & R jeans, a baby blue baby doll tee, mid-cut jean jacket, and wedges. The Magic Kingdom has cast a spell already. We hop in my truck and 40 minutes later we're in the parking lot and walking to the front gate. If you didn't know it, a stranger would've guessed us a happy family, holding hands while strolling through Disneyland. I gotta tell you folks, I had a great time. The park was crowded but not too crowded. The front of the line passes worked wonders for us. They also impressed "K". Anytime a hot chick gets the VIP treatment, they're ecstatic. She was happy and I was happy. Her little sister was even happier than us. Being only 4 limited the variety of rides that we could go on. No Matterhorn. No Space Mountain. No Thunder Mountain. But plenty of Small World and Princess watching. I was saving Mr. Toad's Wild Ride for when "K" and I were alone. Here's some pretty easy to understand things for my brothers and Lopaw to understand. Disneyland earns instant Brownie Points with broads, stripper or civie. "K" was no different. If there's an opposite for the dog house then I was in it. On the ride home, her little sister passed out and slept the whole time. All that walking, all the rides, the nachos, the cotton candy, and the rest of the food took their toll on her. Good too. It gave her older sister some time to massage Slick's Slithering Serpent while we rode on back to our home turf. We dropped her little sister off. Her parents were happy. I heard them say something about this one looks like a keeper or some shit like that. I smiled to myself. Shit, I know I'm a keeper. Too bad that the ladies need to share me and spread the joy and good tidings around. After dropping her sister off, we drove to her condo. I must say that the 15 minute drive to her crib was one of the most pleasurable 15 minute commutes that I've ever taken. Road Head definitely negates Road Rage. Once we got inside her condo our clothes were caught up in a hurricane and strewn across her living room. "K" had wanted those Minnie Mouse ear hats with her name on it so I bought her one. She thought that it would funny if I got a Captain Jack hat for myself so I did. While we were in the begging stages of foreplay, "K" suggested that we don our hats and fuck. I just smiled, slid on my pirate hat, whispered in her ear "Release the Kraken", and started taxing that pussy, doggy style. She was having trouble keeping her Minnie Ears on but she sufficed. We probably looked like maniacs, fucking with those hats on but we didn't care. They just added to the carnival. I flipped her into missionary pretzel. Her feet were up near her ears while I kept the pace going. I started talking to her dirty. Disney Dirty. I said stupid shit like "Call me Aladdin you sexy bitch." "How you like that magic lamp?" She was feeling it. She even got jiggy wit it herself. She started saying shit like "Fuck me Beast, fuck me." "Give me that cock Mowgli." (Funny thing about that one is back when I was 10, I looked like Mowgli-Brown, skinny, with shaggy hair. That summer all the kids in the neighborhood called me Mowgli.) We fucked and laughed plenty that evening. That was one of those sessions that both people will always remember. The sex was wicked and the laughter was honest. We had fun, pure, real, fun. It was a good day for all of us. Disneyland was a real pussy spark plug. Those tickets brought me closer, both physically and emotionally, to "K". None of our other sessions were like this. This time we really connected, on a primal level. When Shadow had asked, "What has your employer done for you lately?", now I can say, he hooked it up with free OTC. It doesn't get any better than that.