Tag Archive: Chanel

Busty hitchikers: a personal, oral (unfortunately, not too oral) history

September 18, 2011 by Dave
This is Chanel. Not the Chanel I picked up (but pretty close). The Chanel who's at SCORELAND.

This is Chanel. Not the Chanel I picked up (but pretty close). The Chanel who's at SCORELAND.

The great Kerry Marie gets ready for some back seat action.

The great Kerry Marie gets ready for some back seat action.

I have a story to tell. About 20 years ago, I was driving through downtown Portland, Maine after covering an American Hockey League game. I was headed back to my hotel when I spotted this hitchhiker who was literally standing in the middle of the road, thumb out…and tits just about out, too. Now, I’m not one to pick up hitchhikers–it’s too dangerous–but I am one to pick up busty hitchhikers. So I stopped, and she got in. Stumbled in, actually. This girl was bombed!

“Hi,” she said when she finally settled in. “My name is Chanel. Chanel with the big tits.”

I swear she said that.

Anyway, I asked her where she was going. She asked me where I was going. And, long story short, she eventually invited me back to her place.

I'm going to guess that Arianna Sinn doesn't have to wait long to get a ride.

I'm going to guess that Arianna Sinn doesn't have to wait long to get a ride.

Now, there was no mention of money, so I don’t think she was a hooker. I think she was just a drunk girl who wanted to fuck. Why me? Heck, it could’ve been the guy in the car behind me if I hadn’t stopped.

But I didn’t fuck her. We got back to her place, we both got out of the car, and as we headed toward her apartment, I kept having these visions of what might be waiting for me inside, an angry boyfriend with a gun, a vicious dog, or maybe some friends who would rob me and beat me up. I mean, for all I knew, she was setting up an ambush.

Isis Haze makes keeping your eyes on the road impossible.

Isis Haze makes keeping your eyes on the road impossible.

So, as she headed toward her door, I headed back down the stairs, into my car and back to my hotel.

Now, I could’ve taken a chance. A lot of guys would have. But by that time, I was so turned on by her big tits and her slutty attitude (and a few other things that had happened along the way) that I didn’t need to fuck her. And, ever since, I’ve had a thing for 1.) Hitchhikers; and 2.) Girls named Chanel.

Anyway, about two months after I arrived at SCORE in 2001, I was asked to help plan the On Location Key Largo shoot. And when we were trying to come up with scenarios for Kerry Marie, I was the one who came up with hitchhiker. Guess who I was thinking of?

So, busty hitchhikers…I love them. And even though you don’t see many hitchhikers these days, if I ever again see a girl like Chanel with her thumb out, I just might take that chance.

Meanwhile, Kerry Marie, Arianna and Isis will have to do.

I’ll never forget the big-assed babe who was picking sand out of her ass…

March 23, 2010 by Dave

Commenting on my Sunday Blog posting (“Now Showing: Video of Arianna Sinn in the Bahamas”), FrankNZ wrote, “Can we all work as interns on the next trip, please? Payment will not be required. I’ll even bring my own brushes for sand removal services!”

The last part of his comment reminded me of one of the best things ever said by a model in Voluptuous. It was in the November ’96 issue (I can’t believe I remember these things), and it was said by Chanel, a curvy amateur who appeared twice in V-Mag. The photo set was shot on the beach in South Padre Island, Texas, and Chanel said, “The wind was blowing so much. I was cleaning sand out of my ass for a week!” That comment was juxtaposed with the photo below, and the idea of Chanel picking sand out of that big, fuckable ass of hers…well, it got my imagination going. All I could think about was Chanel in the shower, picking sand out of her ass.

You know, some people say nobody reads the copy that accompanies the photos in a men’s magazine. Well, I do (and I did; in 1996, I was still five years away from becoming editor of SCORE and Voluptuous), and nearly 14 years later, I still remember the quote and the photo. Here it is.

"The wind was blowing so much. I was picking sand out of my ass for a week!"

"The wind was blowing so much. I was picking sand out of my ass for a week!"