The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K Ch. 2
Keywords: The, 2, Wonderful, Adventures, of, K, Miss, Ch.,
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"Welcome to the next installment of my wonderful adventures. I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoy writing it. I reserve all non- electronic and commercial rights to this work. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to read this work, please do not read this story."
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Miss K brushed a strain of hair out of her face as she backed her SUV out of her parking space. For the last time for what she planned on being a long time, she was going to leave her apartment. All she had was a couple suitcases of her clothes, her makeup and some jackets and coats in her SUV. The rest had either been put into storage or was going to be stored in the next couple of days. She checked to see if the address was still sitting in her lap, then began to wind her way out of the garage, ready to start her road trip.
She decided against going glam for the start of her trip, leaving her face bare of makeup. Her long hair was pushed back, hanging over her shoulders down her back, and tucked under a yellow Yankees cap with the "NY" in black and turned to the back. She wore a Yellow M&M's racing jacket, and an opaque white nylon top, her breasts topped with cold-hardened chocolate nipples and large areolas showing through. She completed her outfit with a baggy pair of jeans, going without underwear for easy access, and a simple white pair of sneakers. After double checking the address, she headed up to The Bronx to pick up Tracy.
After making the drive uptown and over the Macombs Dam bridge, Miss K pulled up to Tracy's department, Wu- Tang's latest pumping out of her factory installed system. When she came to a stop in front of the tenement, she saw Tracy standing on the curb, suitcases standing up next to her, and shivering in her blue bubble jacket. She waved at Miss K as she stepped out of her SUV, her flesh jiggling in her skin-tight jeans and her hair bouncing around restrained only by a headband as she jumped into Miss K's arms. Tracy dug her feet into her friend's ass as she planted a bunch of kisses on her cheek.
"I take it you're happy to be going on this trip, huh?" Miss K said as she put Tracy back down.
"Sure! I can't wait to leave this city!" Tracy replied, spinning around on her feet with joy.
"Chill out, li'l girl. You need help loading your stuff into the car?"
"Oh, um, sure" Tracy said, handing Miss K a suitcase before picking up another.
The two loaded up the SUV quickly before climbing into the front seats of the car. After she got in the car, Tracy rolled down the window and screamed goodbye up to her now-former roommates. In turn, two young White girls, seemingly too fresh-faced to be living in this neighborhood screamed goodbye back down to Tracy.
"Hey who's that?" Miss K asked, puzzled that someone like that would be living in a neighborhood like this.
"Oh, just a couple of girls from work," Tracy replied in a whisper. "They like the cheap rent, plus like the ghetto ambience, if you can call it that."
"Yeah, I feel ya. I spent enough time dealing with that in Bed-Stuy." Pulling off from the curb, Miss K asked Tracy, "any place you wanna go first in particular?"
"Hmm…how about going West?"
"West it is, my traveling buddy," Miss K said with a smile as she followed the signs to the George Washington Bridge.
Tracy checked out Miss K, looking at her outfit and noticing how bland her clothes were. "So you aren't glammed out today, I see. Interesting."
"Nah," the busty transsexual replied as she turned to face her friend, her jacket opening up to reveal her sheer top. "Just wanted to relax for the beginning of my trip. After all, I'll have plenty of time to be glam later."
Tracy looked at Miss K's revealed chest and licked her lips, looking at the delicious globes under her chest. "Nice top there."
"Thanks."
"I take it you aren't wearing a bra," Tracy said with a nervous giggle, her hands shaking a bit. "Mind if I cop a feel?"
"Sure, love."
Tracy reached across the seat and hefted one of Miss K's breasts in her hand, flicking her thumb over the nipple to make it hard. Miss K sucked in a breath sharply and squeezed the steering wheel as Tracy tugged on the nipple through the shirt, and she bit her lip when her friend did the same thing to the other nipple. Tracy ducked under and through her friend's arms and planted a kiss on the now-hard nipples, then sat back in her seat.
"Not bad. I like playing with your tits, and trust me, I will take the opportunity to do it more often. You're not gonna have me half-comatose like you did last night all the time," Tracy said.
"Oh really? Now that's a challenge!" Miss K bragged as the car weaved its way through heavy traffic on the highway. "Now, do you wanna find out what kind of underwear I'm wearing?"
"Hmm…tell me."
"No."
"How am I supposed to find out then?"
"Well, you could check for yourself," Miss K said with a smile, nodding her head self-assuredly.
Tracy looked back in confusion, then hummed to herself as she reached over to Miss K's jeans. She unzipped the fly of the jeans and stuck her hand inside, mentally prepared for silk. When the only thing she felt was the silky skin of her friend's dick, she looked up into Miss K's eyes, her eyes bulged out in surprise. Sent off with a nod of her friend's head, Tracy stroked her hand up the shaft, letting her thumb tease the tip of Miss K's dick. Miss K groaned pushed her hips into Tracy's hand as she felt her rub the tip on the rough fabric of her jeans, driving her wid. Tracy then started pumping Miss K's dick, enjoying the way the warm flesh felt as it grew in her hands.
"Stop, Tracy!"
"OK, OK," Tracy said, jerking her hand away from her friend like she was a hot stove. "I thought you liked that."
"I do, definitely," Miss K said. "But there's plenty of time for that. Besides, you've given me an idea."
"What?"
"Just wait till we get into Jersey a bit. Then I'll show ya."
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The couple drove across the George Washington bridge, heading over into New Jersey for the first leg o their trip. The trip on the interstate went along in a dull way initially, with random banter piercing through the reined-in factory system playing Nas' latest CD. It seems that Tracy was fresh out of high school, just turning 19 and trying to find herself in the world. She found out about the stripping job from one of her looser friends, but didn't mind the spot one she found out how nice the place was. Also, she was very single, dumping her old high school beau after he got picked up for being a friendly neighborhood street pharmaceutical rep.
Meanwhile, there were more than a few sets of eyes looking into the car while Tracy was telling Miss K her life story. She felt the eyes of the truckers looking into the SUV, wanting to see what was under her jacket. As they sped into the countryside, Miss K looked up and saw a truck hanging close to her on her left. She saw the driver look into his side view mirror, looking at the skin and cleavage peeking out from between her jacket. Miss K looked a bit closer at the reflection for a second, then noticed the lecherous grin of the grizzled trucker. Miss K stepped on the gas for a second, blasting past the truck, then rolled down her window to stick out her hand and give the trucker the finger.
"Fucking asshole! Why the fuck does he think I want him?"
"Yeesh. Relax there, Kayla. It ain't like you aren't showing anything."
"But I don't like guys, and even if I did, I wouldn't be messing with one of them."
"OK, OK. So what's this plan of yours, anyway?" Tracy asked, puzzled as to what's going on.
Just on cue, another SUV with 2 sets of skis on the ski rack pulled up on Miss K's side. Riding in the SUV were 2 White chicks, about college age, blasting Blink 182 through the sides of the SUV. As Miss K pulled slightly ahead of the two, she was better able to check them out. The girl in the passenger side looked like a stereotype of a corn-fed farm girl, with her white-blond hair tied pack in a ponytail and her sweater bulging with flesh. The driver looked a lot smaller in build, and wearing that baby tee in the warm of the car made her look smaller. However, she had a cute face, her shoulder length brown hair framing a pretty face lightly made up. Right then, Miss K made her decision.
"Tracy, take control of the steering."
"Why?" Tracy said, bewildered at the sudden request.
"Trust me on this one. Just take the wheel."
"OK."
Tracy unbuckled her seatbelt, then reached over to grab the steering wheel. Miss K, in turn, unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to the window. She pulled open her jacket, baring her nominally covered breasts and pressed them to the window. Instantly, the eyes of the two young women were glued to her cleavage. Miss K then made a seductive lick at the window glass before, pulling her top over her boobs and pressing them to the glass. Pulling her breasts off of the window and pulling her top back down after a few seconds, she smiled and winked at the two girls, waiting for their reaction.
The girls in the SUV smiled back, giggling at Miss K's playful exhibition. The blonde in the passenger seat smiled at Miss K, making eye contact before lifting her sweater up and showing off her own bulging breasts, hanging high on her chest without benefit of a bra. She playfully licked her lips before breaking out in laughter and then pulling her sweater back down. While Miss K retook the wheel from Tracy, the blonde leaned back over to her friend, who pulled up her own shirt before the blonde pulling a breast out of one of the brunette's bra cups and tongued the areolas in a circle. The two then sat back up the car giggling, flashing a wink back over to Miss K.
"You like that show, Tracy?"
"Sure! Those girl look cute in an innocent way."
"I got an idea Tracy. Why don't you give these people a show and suck on my dick."
Tracy looked back at Miss K with more than a bit of reticence. "What the hell? Do you want to be the Black Matt Shepard out here or something?"
Miss K winked back at the girls in the SUV cruising next to hers, then mouthed to them 'Watch this.
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Keywords: The, 2, Wonderful, Adventures, of, K, Miss, Ch.,