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External Link/Members OnlyHungrily chewing her way out of my Yorkshire pudding hotlist comes this lass. I've not punted much over the last few weeks so, with time on my hands and a pocket full of podging tokens I thought I'd spread my wings and venture over the border to raid an area off reservation with a lass that has no chatter whatsoever on here. My huddersfield visit had no links to punting but I had some time and the devil makes work for idle hands.
Comms.... very good indeed. A short email exchange sees a swap of numbers and a scheduled phone call. I call to make my arrangements of what day and time. She's English and very easy to talk to. After a natter, I'm immediately texted her address details. No James bond rubbish, straightforward comms that included an on the day confirmation swap of texts too.
Venue..... tidy, clean terraced house in huddersfield. Sparten bedroom that makes me think this is just her podging gaff. I wouldn't be surprised if the gaff possibly shared. There were nobody else there though.
Looks..... she's a lot fatter than you might expect. Her profile pics don't give much away, I'd say her size was 16 to 18 and a fair old belly on her. She's a nice enough face but she'll never stop any traffic (unless she steps out in front of it). Her stated age is accurate I'd say. Very big, floppy tits.
The action.... all the comms and even the confirmation texts were slick and confidence inspiring, until I'm sat outside and texting her to let her know I'm here.
Eventually at bang on my allotted time I get a text telling me the bloody painters are in. She could have told me that earlier, she offers me a blow job at half hour rate.
I think to myself, well, I'm here now, I've got the horn and I need draining. I accept the half hour and knock on the door.
What greets me is very disappointing. I've no issue tackling a big girl but I thought she might at least have made an effort with her clothes. She answered the door dressed in a towelling dressing gown, pissed wet through hair and just out of the shower. I asked for a short, figure hugging dress, I got dressing gown and fuckin slippers.
I think to myself, thank fuck I'm only here for a bit of head. But at least I know she's had a wash.
We get upstairs and I remove her dressing gown, she's a big lass is this one. Down to her knickers and we're having a good tongue twisting snog. To be fair on her, she's a great kisser.
This snogging works my wood up nicely, I get stripped and she gets on with the owo.
She sucks nicely but not deep and fast. I know I'm not going anywhere else, so I relax and let her get on with it.
Eventually I pop in her mouth, credit where it's due.... she smiles and gulps the lot down.
I dress and leave, feeling disappointed and somewhat fleeced in my 20 minute experience.
In truth, I'm happy to leave and I'm glad to be seeing the drab street and making my way home.
To sum up.... the only saving grace to this is that I weren't in huddersfield for punting. I were there on other business and thought I'd tie in a little slap and tickle.
There's a few points that make her a firm negative....
(1) Telling me she's on the blob whilst I'm outside waiting to go in... she surely knew earlier than in the last thirty seconds.
(2) Not ready in any way, shape or form.... dressed in a towelling dressing gown with dripping wet hair and slippers on, isn't ready in my book.
(3) Being far fatter than her profile or pics belie... she should be honest, I can make my own mind up without being duped.
My strong suspicion is that she'd just finished with the last punter and didn't want another poking so played the painters card, that also fits with the dressing gown and being in the shower 30secs before my time.
I paid 60 quid and now regret not firing the motor up and driving away.
Would I recommend.... no, she's done nothing to warrant any kind of recommendation from me.
Would I return.... no, even if I'm in that neck of the woods again, I'd not darken this one's door again.
Topic: NiceGirlKaren in Huddersfield (Read 1906 times)