Nervous

He

had told me that he was getting off at eight. I intended to get off my damn self by eight-thirty. I was going to kill some time by shopping but the stores closed early on Sunday; all except the personal favorites of people on budgets like Wal-Mart and Target. I went to Wal-Mart because they did have some great buys. Plus, I liked scrutinizing people. I was quite the observer. There were a few fine men in there but all of them were on lockdown with bitches and brats surrounding them. Wimps! They just didn’t know what they were missing.

After purchasing some toiletries from the clearance aisle, I left Wal-Mart and headed back to the parking lot of the restaurant. I listened to the latest popular disc jockey on the radio and plotted my course of action in my mind.

When he came out the restaurant, dressed in tight jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket, my pussy was suddenly aflame. I turned off the battery power in my car and climbed out, following him to the side where he was about to mount a shiny red Yamaha Z6 motorcycle.

“Can a sista catch a ride?”

He came across as being shocked when he turned to find me standing there. Then he grinned. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, well, I asked you what time you got off for a reason.”

“Look, I’m extremely flattered but I’m kind of seeing someone right now and I’m a brotha who tries to do the right thing.”

I pounced on him and flicked the tip of my tongue in his ear. “She’ll never know because I’ll never tell.”

He pushed me away slightly but I could tell he wanted some pussy. They all do.

“Um, maybe some other time. Not tonight.”

I ran my fingers across his cheek. “Listen, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. It’s just that when you waited on me in the restaurant earlier, I had this incredible fantasy about you and the next thing I knew, I was experiencing this tremendous orgasm.”

He blushed. I had his ass. “Really? What was your fantasy about?”

“Sucking your dick. Riding you. Letting you have your way with me.” I leaned closer and whispered, “You look like such a powerful man. I can tell by the bike you ride that you must like powerful things. How about you let me show you some powerful pussy?”

“Powerful pussy?” He chuckled. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard it called that.”

“That’s because you’ve probably never had any powerful pussy. I bet you’re dealing with some chick that still has a little girl mentality. She more than likely just lays there and lets you tap that ass.”

“No, she can do the damn thing when she wants to.”

I was getting offended. No one refused to give me dick. No one! I rubbed his dick through his jeans and he grew hard instantly. “I don’t want to fall in love. I don’t even want you to know my name. Let’s just take a little ride on your bike. It’s such a beautiful night. I promise it will be fun.”

He hesitated briefly and then said, “All right, why not?”

He gave me his spare helmet while he put his on. I climbed on the bike behind him and locked my arms around his waist. We pulled off into the night. I unzipped his pants and took his dick out, jacking him off as we rode. We almost crashed three times before ending up by a lake. It was gorgeous and I wondered why Jon’s tired ass had never bothered to check it out before. He cut the engine on his bike and I got off, climbing back on immediately but straddling and facing him.

“You cold?” he asked me. “You can have my jacket if you want.”

“No, actually I’m the opposite. I’m very, very hot!” I slid my tongue into his mouth and he reacted.

He reached up under the ugly-ass flower-patterned dress Jon had selected for church that day, slipped his fingers into the elastic of my panties, and started fingering my wetness.

“See how excited you have me?” I asked. “Now you know why I just had to wait for you to get off.”

“I’m glad you did.”

Just like I’d planned, by eight-thirty I was getting my shit off. I rode him right there on top of his bike and then we both got nude and did it again on the bank of the lake. He never asked my name. Good little puppy dog!

12

jonquinette

I woke up and found myself lying in the middle of my kitchen table. There was a carry out container with a half-eaten steak beside me and I could taste the meat in my mouth. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to inspect my teeth. There were particles of steak embedded in them. I brushed quickly and thoroughly to rid myself of the aftertaste. What the hell had happened?

I went into my bedroom and discovered it was after ten. I was due into work by nine. I called but Mr. Wilson wasn’t in his office so I left him a voice mail, telling him I was too sick to come in.