The parking lot attendant had been watching us from his booth a short distance away the whole time. The kissing and hugging went on for a good hour, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I knew about this really secluded lake about five minutes away. Off we went with a quickness.
After we got there, he started kissing me again and feeling all over my breasts. That drives me wild because my nipples are the most sensitive part of my body. I was so wet, I could feel the juices squishing between my legs. I had on this thin jogging suit, which wasn’t helping matters any.
I figured we weren’t going all the way. I’d just give him some hellified head, and that would be that. I unzipped his pants and put my lips to work. He leaned back in his seat and moaned and begged me not to stop. He was getting ready to cum when he said, “Hold up!” Then, all of a sudden, he put his hand down my pants from the backside and pushed his fingers in me, and that was it. I was done! He had me from that point on, and the shit felt soooooo good.
Rob said, “I can’t let you do me and not return the favor!” He got out of the truck, came around to my side, opened my door, and swung my legs around. He pushed my shirt up and pulled my sneakers and pants off and threw them on the floor of the truck. He spread my legs open and started eating my pussy like a man on death row devouring his last meal.
I kept saying, “Ohhhh, Rob!” I was at a loss for any other words. It was dead quiet out that night. There were no cars. Just the sounds of nature and me and him moaning and ooooing and ahhhing. Then he went into a bag he had in the back of his truck, pulled out a condom, and put it on. He reclined my seat and starting fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I came SOOOOOO HARD! I wanted to scream, but I was still holding back because I really didn’t know this man from Adam.
He stopped before he came, had me get out the truck, and bent me over. I was leaned over on the seat with my feet on the ground when he did it to me from behind. I loved that shit. My ass must have been shining in the moonlight, but I didn’t even care at that point. He came, and I came again, and needless to say, my new hairdo was sweated the hell out.
We put our clothes back on. I was feeling like a whore, since I had never done anything like that before. He drove me back to my car, kissed me good night, gave me his number, and that was it. Even though the events of the evening were totally uncharacteristic of me, I look back on it now with no regrets because everyone needs to release their wild side every now and then. Men do it all the time, you know what I mean?
Tony and I are still together. I called Rob once, a few days after we fucked in the moonlight by the lake, and asked him did he think I was a slut. He said, “No! In fact, it just makes me want to see more of you!”
Sitting here now, recalling all of this and becoming horny as hell for him all over again, only one thought comes to mind. Dayum, maybe I need to call him tonight and see what he’s doing!
A Flash Fantasy
When I arrived at the building in the warehouse district, I was a bit apprehensive. Not because of the neighborhood. It had character—the kind of character it takes generations to acquire.
I was on pins and needles because I hate to have my picture taken. I’ve been that way ever since childhood. When I was seven, I was a flower girl in my cousin’s wedding. I refused to take pictures with the rest of the wedding party. She had to chase me around the churchyard in her bridal gown for ten minutes before she persuaded me to cooperate.
I scanned the nameplates beside the column of doorbells until I spotted the one with “Curtis Givens—Photographer” engraved on it. I hesitated before pushing the little black button. I had to go through with it. It wasn’t like I had a choice. My boss demanded I get a professional picture taken for the new corporate brochure he was having printed up for all of our clients.
When the intercom squeaked, it startled me. “Who is it?” a deep, baritone voice inquired.
“Evoni Price from the Grayson Corporation,” I replied hesitantly.
The only response was the loud buzzer, letting me know I was free to enter the building.
I took the freight elevator up to the third floor. Before I could lift the gate, a strong muscular hand did the honors. I glanced up into the sexiest damn, brownest damn, most enticing damn eyes I had ever seen.
“Welcome to Givens Photography Studio,” he said, grinning at me and revealing a cinematic smile. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”
I followed him into his domain. I purposely trailed a few steps behind so I could get an eagle’s-eye glimpse of his perfectly formed behind.
He directed me to a black leather love seat. “Please, have a seat, Miss Price. Or is it Mrs.?”
“No, it’s definitely Miss,” I replied, not sure why I was stressing the point. Maybe it had something to do with the fine specimen of a man standing before me.
He was just the right height, the color of bubbling brown sugar, and he looked twice as sweet. I had the sudden urge to lick him like a lollipop to see if it gave me a sugar rush.
“Would you like a mug of coffee before we get started with the shoot?”
“No, thanks!” Lawd knows, I was nervous enough without caffeine intervening. I was about to get my picture taken, I hadn’t been laid since I was promoted to the Vice President of Promotions, and a sexy-ass man was within striking distance to me.
“Maybe some water or a soft drink?”
“No thanks, I’m fine. Really!”
“Indeed, you are!” Our eyes met again. My knee took on a life of its own. It started rocking back and forth, causing a friction on my clit. “If I had known such an attractive sista would be showing up on my doorstep this morning, I would’ve dressed for the occasion.”
“You look just fine.” Hell, he looked better than fine. He looked like a glass of ice cold water in the middle of the desert; mouthwatering. He was wearing a pair of drawstring navy cotton pants and a white body-hugging T-shirt that revealed every ripple and muscle of his toned physique.
“Well, I’m going to grab some coffee if you don’t mind. I’m still feeling a little sheepish this morning. I tend to be a night owl.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I commented. “I work very long hours myself.”