misogynyandbimbos:She was standing in a parking lot, her head a bit fuzzy and the sun seeming far
misogynyandbimbos: She was standing in a parking lot, her head a bit fuzzy and the sun seeming far too bright. Where was this, and what had she been doing? There’d been a, a meeting? But like, a really BIG meeting? It was super duper important that she go, she remembered that, but this didn’t look like the right place. It looked like some kind of mall. Maybe she was going to the mall? She took a step towards the building, then felt the weight of the bags in her hands and looked down. Pink Victoria’s Secret bags, the top covered in tissue paper, the little handle held between manicured fingers. Ok, so… she’d already been inside, already did her shopping. She set down the bags and rustled through the tissue paper. Looked like some new thongs and really kickass bras. Yeah, she remembered now! She needed new thongs and bras because like, the old ones didn’t work anymore? She patted down the front of her tits real quick – yup, no bra underneath her dress. Things were coming together. She needed bras, so she came to the mall. She started walking through the parking lot again, but after a few steps she came up short. Ok, so, that was why she was here, but how did she get here? There wasn’t anyone around, so she must have driven herself. Boy, she sure was forgetful today. So, if she drove herself, she’d have car keys, right? And there was a clutch in her other hand, so she opened it up to check for the keys. They were right there, buried under a TON of really sexy makeup, a few credit cards, and her driver’s license. Ugh, the pictures on those things were so awful, she could barely stand it. It looked nothing like her, those DMV cameras were so gross. She pulled out the keys, dislodging a slip of paper that fell to the ground. That was like, totally a clue! Bending down, she grabbed the paper and frowned. It was so not exciting, just some stuff about a conference – hey, that was it! Yeah, she had been scheduled to speak about human trafficking. God, that sounded like the WORST. Talk about a downer. No wonder she’d ditched it to go shopping. So she had her keys, and she remembered like, mostly where she lived? But she still didn’t know where her car was, or how she was supposed to get back to her apartment? That one was a lot harder to figure out. She was starting to pout by the time this super nice guy came along and asked if she was alright. So she told him that she forgot where her car was, and it turned out he knew this really cool trick with her keys where he could tell her car to make a beeping noise so they could find it! It was so cool that he was all clever like that. It took them about five minutes to find her car. The guy seemed totally surprised when she got his cock out and started sucking it, which was like, kind of offensive? Because like, she had hella manners and all, and did he think that she didn’t know how to say thank you? But then she figured he was probs just surprised because she was like, crazy good at giving head, and she could take the whole thing down her throat and she didn’t even care that her makeup was getting all messed up. After she was all done and he didn’t have any cum left for her, she told him she had to go and he got out of the car and she left the parking lot, but then she remembered she didn’t know the way back home! That was SO classic her, always forgetting stuff like that. But then she had this genius idea, because there was a bar like a mile down the road, and she was pretty sure someone there would be able to help her get directions back home from there. She’d just have to fix her makeup first. No one liked a girl who forgot to say thank you. This is my favorite of my traditional-bimbo stories. -- source link