Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Blondes vs. Brunettes #42 - Here We Go Again


As it turned out, we had an extended vacation - another round of beach time at a relative's place on the Delaware shore.  Very nice home and a  relaxing week.  I haven't had a tan like this in years.
Although I have been back since Saturday, I was really in no shape to do much with the blog, but have begun to work on the next installment.
Have a good remainder of the week and hope you check in over the upcoming Labor Day weekend!
 
No, it wasn't quite this sexy on the beach, but I did have this dream one night ...
 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Blondes vs. Brunettes #41 - Time for Summer Vacation


 
Thanks for checking out this week's blog and a special thanks to joe schmoe for taking time to comment.

Well, Summer break is finally here sports fans and it's off to Virginia Beach for a week of fun and sun and then a trip to Manhattan by way of Atlantic City. 

Along the way I'll try to

a)  stay out of trouble (i.e. the bars) and

b)  catch a baseball game or two

When I return, I'll get back to work on my Kansas City "trilogy" which by now is beginning to look more like a sexology or septology.  Believe me, the best is yet to come as Jacky finally stands toe-to-toe with Marilyn's blonde daughter, Linda, and then the blonde vs. brunette explosion occurs at the Leavenworth Rec Center.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Blondes vs. Brunettes #40 - Kansas City #4

 
The summer came fast, heating up into the 90s by early June.  Although living in a hotel and dining out daily, I often found myself frequenting a local supermarket named the "Price Chopper", which unlike Senor Frog's, is still there.  Usually I'd stroll the aisles with a few cocktails in me and enjoy the sights and scenes of healthy mid west gals in shorts and flip flops.  Among the attractive females was a store employee, a middle aged blonde named Marilyn, as in Monroe, except this Marilyn was a natural blonde.  We chatted occasionally, and I had some odd fantasies that she was actually attracted to me despite me being at least 15 years her junior, maybe closer to 20, but the truth of the matter was that I wasn't particularly in tune with the whole MILF thing back then and women in their 40s were as alien to me as something with tits from the planet Zontar. Compounding my lack of interest was that the first half dozen times I talked to her she wore a store smock and baggy trousers.  Not exactly attention getting apparel.  It wasn't until years later that I would look past work outfits and assess what a gal would look like in more fashionable clothes.

Another occasional haunt of mine was the Leavenworth Rec Center, not leastly because Don had recruited a couple of the Rec Center's bikini-clad female lifeguards to wrestle each other. Beyond that, I had legitimate reasons, like actually working out in the weight room.  As well, despite the fact that I was working long hours, I was also very bored Monday to Friday and had volunteered to help coach Little League baseball that spring, mainly as a way to stay away from booze and to keep from going broke, but also because I enjoyed it and thought, well maybe one of these kids has a good looking older sister.  After all, Jacky was only around on weekends.

Soon enough, Jacky began joining me at the Rec Center on Saturday's and Sundays.  You might think that we would have spent most of our time in Kansas City, but given that she would spend an entire week in St. Louis or KC, she was tired of all the hustle, bustle, and traffic and really enjoyed the small town ambience of both Leavenworth and Fort Leavenworth.  Besides, like any good Italian girl, she was more interested in love making then going out on the town.   
By late June, Jackie quickly took to the kids and vice versa, and why not?  At poolside she was hot brunette in a bikini; when not in the pool, she would pull a tight t-shirt over her string bikini top, stroll over to the gym area in her bare feet and lift weights and play games with the kids.  No surprise, she got the attention of a few adults, too, most notably an older fellow who helped out with the equipment and tried to keep the place clean.
As Don had showed me, the pool was also populated with attractive blonde lifeguards who naturally irritated Jacky, just by being there.  Kris, in particular was a gorgeous blonde, with huge blue eyes and clear white skin.  A few years younger than my cousin, she was about the same height and weight as Jacky, but her back was broader and stronger and her athletic leg muscles rippled with every step she took. Maybe at first she was trying to be friendly with Jacky by walking over from the pool when Jacky was chatting and playing with the young boys, or maybe she was trying to piss Jacky off by distracting the boys from the sexy brunette.  Whichever it was, she succeeded in the latter and by mid July, Jacky would be steaming when she saw Kris.  "Typical blonde" Jacky would say, "She has to come over here and jam her nose into everything."
Given her irritation, my comment was to move our workouts to the Fort Leavenworth gym that was better equipped (sans indoor pool) and had become available to me as a contractor helping out the war gaming efforts.  But Jacky had taken a liking to a bunch of the young kids, most notably a young lad named Mark who, like Jacky, had black hair and big dark brown eyes. In a short period of a few weeks, he had attached himself to Jacky on weekends, kind of in a big sister, little brother way. Come to think of it, they could have passed as family.    
The whole time this little drama was being played out in the Rec Center, Don was busy recruiting gals for his photo shoots.  He had invested some cash in a 35mm single lens reflex camera (the type that used a thing called "film", for those of you who remember that type of stuff) and had also purchased a video recorder that used VHS tapes as a recording medium.  Don's business plan of selling his goods to magazine such as Cavalier and Nugget hadn't panned out the way he had hoped, but he was toying with the idea of buying ad space in wrestling magazines, just like Curtis DuPont, Joan Wise, and others, and selling his stuff.  Frankly, I thought it was a good idea and told him he ought to be able to at least break even on his venture. 

http://www.mediafire.com/watch/i5l7sjylsn5gjkn/Wild_Outdoor_Match_on_Mat.wmv
Although it took some time, Don finally picked up on my hints and found a blonde and brunette who would wrestle.  They were a couple of college girls, home on break, that he recruited from god knows where.  Slim and attractive, the blonde was pretty, but maybe a bottle blonde, and the brunette didn’t really fit my idea of the ideal brunette in that she had medium brown hair and blue eyes.  I would have preferred a darker gal, but since watching the battle only cost me a few dollars in film, I wasn’t about to complain.
It was a close, hard fought battle but the blonde won as she outmaneuvered and outmuscled the brunette the entire match. I was definitely disappointed but honestly couldn’t get that excited since the blonde looked like she wasn’t a real blonde and the brunette was much to fair to serve as a good contrast.
Still, driving back to my hotel I was a bit pissed.  The blonde, real or fake, was definitely a better fighter.  Don gave me a copy of the VHS tape a few days later.  The brunette looked stronger than the blonde, in fact, she was stronger. Why didn't she win?

I started having problems concentrating at work.  Contract proposals, invoices, reports, work schedules, and all I could think about was watching a battle between a blonde and a brunette.  Good thing Jacky showed up, took me in her arms, stuck her tongue down my throat and sucked the wind out of me. 
Although I had yet to mention anything to her, I was keeping an eye on the advertisement about Buffalo Bill Cody Days, by which I mean the ad that mentioned an amateur mud wrestling contest. Truth is, even though it was a nightclub rage back in the 1980s, I was never really into it.  The biggest problem was that I could never tell who was who.


http://www.mediafire.com/watch/5skdf6uvr34csfy/German_Mud_Wrestling.wmv
Funny thing was that Marilyn had asked me about it one day in Price Chopper, that is, whether or not I was attending.  We bantered back and forth, she told me that her daughter was going to wrestle and something about her daughter's boyfriend, a fellow by the name of Lane.  Marilyn said her daughter had recently graduated from a local college (I don't remember which one exactly, but it wasn't either KU or K-State), and had started working part time in the store while she searched for a full time job as a teacher. 
"Oh, she's the new blonde in the cashier's cage", Marilyn said.  To which I responded that here were so many pretty blondes around, I couldn't keep track of them all! 
She liked that.
Gosh, I thought to myself, Marilyn is an attractive woman, I bet she would look great in a skirt and heels.  I'm not exaggerating when I say she was a cross between Anne Francis and maybe one of the Fox News Blondes, Martha McCallum or Gretchen Carlson. (Oh, I'm sorry!  You don't like the Fox News blondes? Well, I'd use somebody from CNN or MSNBC but neither CNN's Micheala Pereira nor MSNBCs Rachel Maddow quite fit the description!)
So as I'm fantasizing about this 40-ish blonde, Marilyn drops the fucking bomb on me.
"Gee" she said, "Maybe you and your girlfriend could sign up for the mud wrestling."
Huh? Wha?
"Oh, I'm sorry" she said, "But I've seen you in here with a pretty dark-haired girl and I thought maybe she was your girlfriend."
We kicked that around for a while. 
"Yup, she's my gal." 
"She's usually just here on weekends and that's why you don't see her that often."
"I have no idea if she's interested in mud wrestling."
I was tempted to say she'd love to beat up a blonde, but bit my tongue.
So … it seemed that Marilyn and her daughter, Linda, two blondes, had been checking out me and Jacky, two brunettes.
Why?
So we could fight?
How interesting.