Pit Stop

It was midnight.

I’d been sitting in the Publix parking lot for hours waiting for the tow truck to come. I had run over something that caused my tire to go flat as I was taking a rest break. You’d think some man would have asked me if they could be of any assistance to a brown beauty such as me. But the way of the world had ruined all hopes of me getting any type of help. Even if it was just a flat tire. I guess they were all afraid that I was a scammer, someone out to get them. I can’t say that I could blame them. Just last week, there was a story on the news about how some chic and her dude almost killed this driver, trying to rob him. Yeah, on second thought, I’d probably be here all damn night. On top top of that, I guess tonight was “Ignore Deena’s Calls” night because nobody was picking up or responding. But it was late though. I mean, Andre was blowing my phone up. I knew I should have kept my ass in California. At least I would have had a decent bed to sleep in and food to eat. But I was tired of struggling with Andre. I was tired of all of his broken promises. I was tired of feeling like he wasn’t hearing me or cared about my dreams. You see, he had big dreams. He wanted to move to L.A. and start his acting career. Me being me, I supported this move. I’d gotten my job to transfer me out there. We’d rented a room from a beautiful older couple who understood the dreams of The Country Couple. However, when we got there, Andre’s dreams weren’t taking off the way he wanted and he began to blame me. At first it was a yell here or there. Then one night he’d gotten so mad because the show that was supposed to be his “big break” was cancelled due to something about a completion rate. I don’t know. I just know that it was somehow my fault and I got slapped around for it. I’d already told Andre that he had one time to hit me and I was walking. Well one time turned into too many times that I lost count.

The sweet older couple sat me down one evening and asked, “Deena, why do you let him treat you like that?” I started making excuses about how hard he’s had it and his dreams were important and I would be fine.

“Sweetheart, you work just as hard, you deserve better. It’s not your fault that his career isn’t where he wants it to be. You guys have been here for ove a year and he’s only getting worse. We’ve seen this too many times. And each time, it never ends well.”

Sitting there, I asked “what am I supposed to do?”

I’d left everything that I’d known. My family. My friends. My life behind because I wanted to support Andre’s dream. He’d become my life. I mean, I was working where I wanted, not exactly in the capacity I wanted, but I was in the building. I was working my way up. In just one more year, we’d be able to afford our own condo in downtown L.A. That’s where Andre wanted to live and I was working to make sure that he got that. Of course, all my folks kept telling me how foolish I was for caring for someone who didn’t have a backup plan.

“You deserve better.”

I looked at the couple and said, “but I’ll have to start all the way over.”

“Yes, but the beauty of it is this… you have all it takes to be successful. You’re running a company for a CEO who doesn’t have the decency to pay you what you’re worth.”

“Aren’t you tired of men stepping all over you? Using you to get what they need in life and not appreciating you?”

I don’t know what it was in those questions, but I think I was just tired. I was more tired than afraid of starting over and just hearing the hard truth made me realize how crazy I was for trying to help someone reach their dreams and not hear so much as a ‘thank you.’

“Where do you want to go? Where have you always wanted to live?”

Without a second thought, I replied “the mountains of Tennessee! But I’ll settle for a cute spot in Georgia!!” I’d always heard that place was the land of many opportunities.

“Well go!”

I looked at that little old couple as if they’d completely lost their minds!

“Andre is out for the night, he can’t stop you. GO!”

Heart racing, palms sweating, mouth slowly drying… They saw the fear in my eyes. Both taking my hands, they said “You’ll be okay.”

Not wanting to risk Andre trying to stop me, I grabbed my most important essentials and left with just the clothes on my back.

Here’s to literally starting over from scratch.

I’d been driving for hours. Stopping in between for rest breaks, food breaks, bathroom breaks, nap breaks, screaming breaks, break breaks! It took me 40 driving hours to get from California to Birmingham. Trying to make it to Downtown Atlanta. I’d made so many phone calls in between here and there, sending emails in between. Trying to get everything set up on short notice. The beauty of knowing people who know people. But I knew absolutely NO ONE in Georgia, but what they hell. How bad could it be? I knew no one in L.A. either, and yet I’d spent a year of my life there and I’d made the best of it.

Still sitting in that parking lot, I was trying to gather my thoughts and make the best of the rest of my night.

Letting my seat back, I was just about ready to call it a night when I saw a delivery truck turn into the lot. All I saw on the side of the truck was Savannah, GA. I didn’t know how far that was from where I was going, but I knew if GA was on the truck, then surely whoever was driving could help me. I was known for taking chances, so hey, why not. I waited until the truck stopped before chancing running up to some stranger asking for help. Parking just under the light, they sat there.

Nobody got out. Watching for about fifteen minutes, I waited. Still no one. Taking the rest of my energy I had left, along with my annoyance of the tow truck driver not showing up, I mustered up the courage to get out and walk over to the truck. I knocked on the side of the door. At first there was nothing. No sound. Nothing. Maybe they didn’t hear me. I knocked again. Harder this time. Looking up, I saw the shade of the window slide back a little and he peered down at me.

“Yeah?!?” was all he said.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I need some assistance. I have a flat tire, no spare, and the tow truck hasn’t arrived yet. Everything is closed, with you being a truck driver, I was thinking maybe you knew of a 24-hr tire place.”

He opened the door. I almost fainted.

He had the softest, most gentle eyes I’d ever seen.

“I don’t know of a place, as I’m just here to rest, but you can come up and we’ll look together.” He opened the door wider and held out his hand to pull me up. I mean, I could have continued looking myself, but whatever. A second set of eyes never hurt anybody. Sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, I didn’t realize how absolutely tired I was until I looked back at his sleeper.

It looked like a woman had gone in and fixed it up just for herself. Crisp white sheets. White fur comforter folded neatly across the top. Fluffy, white pillows. A breakfast table. “You lure a bunch of women in here or something? That’s a little too nice for a man’s touch.” He laughed from the deepest depth of his soul. “I just like to be comfortable and I like nice things, even if it is my truck.” He looked into my eyes and said “you look tired, want to take a nap?” I told him I was good and was going to continue to look to see if I could find a 24-hr tire place. “Suit yourself, I’ve been driving all day, I’m taking a nap.” Thirty minutes into “surfing the internet,” I let out a deep sigh. “Come take a nap, I won’t bite…”

“Unless you want me to.”

I cut my eyes to the back of the truck, thinking “what in the hell have I gotten myself into?!?”

He held his hand out for me to grab. Placing my hand into his, he gently pulled me into his sleeper. As soon as my bottom hit his bed, my whole body just relaxed. It was as if my mind knew that I was in a safe space. If I’m being honest, nothing about him screamed Bloody Murder. But, isn’t that the case with all psychopaths?? Everything about him exuded peace. As my body began to release the tension of 40 hours of driving, my breathing slowed, I let go.

“Where are you coming from?” he asked.

I went into a condensed version of me going from Texas to L.A. to ATL. “I’m crazy, right?” “No, you just seem like a super sweet woman who gives and gives and gives, with no one giving in return.” He asked, “what do you want?”

“I want…” I want…” “Um, I. Want…” I stuttered. What the entire hell?!? I couldn’t answer, because no one’s ever asked me what I wanted before. I mean, I had the job I wanted. I had the car I wanted. I thought I had the man I wanted. I knew what I didn’t want. I didn’t want to start over. I didn’t want to be stranded in a Publix parking lot, waiting on a tow truck. I simply said, “I want to feel like I matter.”

He lightly touched my face, asking “May I?” I guess my eyes said, “yes you may,” because my mouth muttered not one word before I felt his lips on mine. His lips felt like clouds. My fucking toes began to tingle. My toes NEVER tingled unless I was taking back to back shots of tequila. His kisses felt like shots of tequila. My flower started to blossom. My breathing got heavy. My palms got sweaty. What is this that’s happening to me? I felt like I was melting. He pulled his face away from mine, looked into my eyes…

“Tell me what you want.”

From out of nowhere, I whispered “make love to me.”

“Are you giving me full permission to touch your body and make love to you?”

Again, utterly shocked and lost for words… “yes?”

Smiling, he said “was that a question?”

“No, yes, wait…” *sigh* “Get your shit together Deena!” Yes, I give you permission.”

Lifting the bottom of my dress, he pulled it up over my head. There I sat, in my red lace boy shorts and bra. “You have such a beautiful body. Your skin is so smooth. Your thighs… Can you stand up and turn around?”

I stood up. He grabbed my waist and turned me around.

Just above a whisper, I heard him say “wow.”

Sitting me back down on his bed, he gently guided me down on my back, and spread my legs. Sliding my red lace boy shorts to the side, he stuck his face in my pussy. He flicked my clit and licked between my lips. He put his whole mouth on my pussy and moved his tongue in and out. He pushed my legs up and licked until I moaned. He moved his tongue in circles. He moved his tongue like he was checking a box. He moved his tongue in and out. Up and down. He moved his tongue…

I gripped those crisp white sheets and rode his face from the bottom. As I was getting ready to climax, he stopped. “No, no, no, nooooooo…”

He put his finger to my lip, “shhhhhhh”

He stood, pulled his shirt over his head. Pulled down his shorts. Standing before me, naked as the day he was born. His body was amazing. From head to toe, this man was fine. But his thighs! And the way his dick glistened between those thighs under the lights of the parking lot…

Out of nowhere, my phone just started dinging. Dinging. Back to back. Dinging.

“You need to get that?”

“Fuck that phone!!” Whoever that was, was just going to have to wait!

He laughed again. He had such a sexy laugh. He reached out and grabbed my hand. Pulled me off the bed, turned himself, and laid back. “69.”

I crossed his body, with my face near his dick, and backed my pussy lips up to his lips. Lowering my stomach to his, he wrapped his arms around my waist and ate. Gripping his dick with my right hand, I parted my lips and slowly guided my mouth down until his tip touched the back of my throat. There was so much dick left to go. Resting my body weight on my left hand, massaging his dick with my right hand, lubricating with my mouth, I tried to swallow him. I could tell my work felt good because he gripped my waist tighter as if to tell me to chill. But there was chill when I got into the groove. He let out a moan as if he was playing a woodwind instrument. My pussy vibrated from my lips to my guts. His moan turned into my moan and they met in the middle of our bodies and we almost exploded. Tapping his leg, I released the suction I had on him…

“Wait, wait, wait… not like this.”

He asked, “what do you mean?”

“I want to feel you inside of me.”

He asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Reaching above his head, he pulled a condom from the shelf. I took it out of his hand, “I trust you.”

I don’t know how he did it, but in one fluid swoop, he took his forearm, rested it under my ass and slightly lifted me to the bed. Gently climbing on top of me, he took his right hand and slid his dick slowly inside. Which each inch, he grew harder. He went deeper. Each inch took me higher. I felt him. So much control. I had none. He slid his hands under my ass and pulled me closer into him. I felt him. He filled me. I. Felt. Him. Letting go of everything that had taken place 40 hours prior, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rode his waves of ecstasy. He moved in circles. He held my waist so that I couldn’t contribute to the ritualistic dance that only he knew. He released my ass, took his hands and pushed my knees to my chest. Resting his hands on the back of my thighs, he raised up a bit and moved his hips in a slow shimmy like a Kappa fucking the air.

I felt him.

And. He. Felt. Goooood.

He pulled out, flipped me around, snatched my waist, and pulled me back onto his dick and fucked me from behind. The way he moved his waist was unimaginable. He took his hand, pushed my back down, creating the perfect arch for the perfect angle. His angle.

I felt him.

He moved to a beat that only he knew. His body teaching me his rhythm, I threw my ass back into him. He rested his hands in the crevices of my hips and we rode the shimmy he’d created. Ready to release, the dance got serious. The beat thumped harder. His grip got tighter. My arch broke. I rose. He pushed me back down. I screamed. He screamed. We all screeeeeamed…

And then…

We released.

Falling flat onto the bed, he rolled off of me and passed out.

***to be continued***

The Chair

I already knew what time it was when I walked in and He was sitting in this particular chair. You see, there were so many chairs in the lineup that allowed us to share amazing experiences with one another. This particular chair meant that I was about to be tied and teased. Anytime I saw Him sitting in this chair, I was to go and change into the cute little white number that exposed my nipples and clit. White was our color of submission. It also came with a blindfold to ensure the element of surprise. What He didn’t know is that I’d known for the last 2 weeks that He was planning this, so I decided to do a little surprising of my own.

He was so predictable.

Earlier that day, I’d had some last-minute shopping to do for a trip we had coming up. Before leaving out, I’d prepared his favorite tea. Peppermint. Only this time, with a twist. If I timed it just right, I knew the exact moment he’d be too mellow to move. I had roughly 2 hours to do what I needed to do. Upon his first sip, I’d set my watch and walked out the door.

As I was walking onto the porch, I peeped into the window and noticed him getting ready to sit. Carefully watching his face, I caught my moment. It was time.

Walking in, I grabbed the 2 pair of handcuffs that I conveniently had in my purse, walked around to the back of the chair and cuffed each wrist to a leg. I tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair. He looked up at me, saying “This is NOT the way this goes.” I gave him the most innocent of my looks and walked away. When I went to change into what He expected, I chose another color. Black. Black meant that I was in charge. That I was being powerful. I was taking control of the narrative. He had no idea that He was about to beg for me “to have mercy on Him.” I’d learned from the best as I’d secretly listened to every conversation He’d had with his homeboys as they high-fived over shared stories in the Man Cave. I re-entered the room from behind so he couldn’t see that I wasn’t in what I supposed to be in. Which I’m sure he knew because I mean, he was cuffed and tied to the chair. I sprayed the air with our favorite aphrodisiac, Poire Charnelle. It was a customized creation of our sex pheromones with hints of fresh, juicy, ripe pear. Something we’d created on one of our taboo trips. It instantly awakened the beast in the both of us. I heard the pleasure in him as he got a whiff of our scent. Licking the back of his neck, I slid my pussy scented wrist across his nose to awaken ALL of him. Placing my right hand on his left shoulder, I walked around to give him a look at what I was wearing. His mouth dropped open because it was a look he was least expecting. I never wear black. Black is his color. Fully laced one piece with my ass and pussy out. I stepped back and slowly turned giving him a full 360 view. Walking back to him, I grabbed the scissors off the shelf of things we keep handy and cut the front of his boxers up each thigh, folded the cut down exposing all that belonged to me. He was rock hard. I kissed the tip of his dick. Licked the under part of his shaft from his balls to the base of his head. Looked up at him, licked my lips, and sucked, allowing my tongue to explore the roundness of his head. I allowed a tiny amount of drool to escape my mouth. Not that I needed the lubrication because my pussy was already dripping with anticipation. But it was the effect of the nastiness I wanted to give. Rising, I put both my feet on the bottom support of the chair, straddled him and slid down in slow motion. I grabbed the back of the chair and begin to ride him just the way he’d taught me.

Nice and slow, to the sensual melodies of Freddie Jackson’s You Are My Lady, that I was playing in my head. Funny because he knows me so well, he told me just was I was mentally listening to. Leveraging myself with chair, I stood up and dropped back down on his dick. It was time to switch it up a bit. I mean, after all, I was in charge. Standing up again, I repeated the motion. Several times. Alternating between grinding and bouncing. Switching up again, I threw my ass back, instead of up, looked him dead in his eyes and came in on his dick from that same angle. “Oh shit,” slipped his lips and his eyes lit up. He wasn’t prepared. He growled as he realized he wasn’t able to grab my ass and hold me in position because his hands were currently unavailable. I rode him at this angle, coming completely off his dick and back on. As if his dick and my pussy were magnets that aligned perfectly every time, never missing his entrance of satisfaction.

“Damn baby. Who’s fucking who?”

“Me, Daddy. I’m fucking you!”

I felt his dick quickened as this was his first sign of exploding. I sat and allowed my pussy to tighten, following the rhythm of his heartbeat a couple of seconds. Then I stood up, backed away and watched him.

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

He had a look of “how dare you” on his face. I gave him a “not yet” wink and sashayed away.

Ten minutes later, I crawled back to him. Starting from his left ankle, I licked all the way up his thigh, across his torso, and back down to his right ankle. Standing, I snatched what was left of his boxers from under him. Turning around, I bent over in his face and spread my ass cheeks, exposing the soft bedazzles I’d just aligned my crevices with. Giving him another whiff of fresh Poire Charnelle. He moaned. He so badly wanted a lick. I grabbed my ankles and bounced. Backing my ass up, I dropped, perfectly. Allowing his dick to enter my softly lubricated ass. My pain. His pleasure. I rode. Up. Down. Slow circles. When I rose, the Unicorn Horn I’d inserted in my pussy suctioned itself to the seat of the chair and I rode them both. Getting my pleasure, I released. I stood, leaving my nectar to flow down the horn and under his ass. Turning around to face him, I straddled the chair once more. I rode him until the chair began to sing its own tunes to the slapping of my ass against his thighs. Feeling him getting ready to let go, I leveraged myself above him once again and dropped perfectly. Because I was in control, I threw my ass back again. I saw his sweet white juice in an attempt to escape. As he began to release, I threw my ass back again. Unable to hold out any longer, he broke the chains of the cuffs, simultaneously shooting his juice that somehow perfectly united with my pussy, he grabbed my cheeks, snatched me down and held me in place as he let go of his satisfaction into HIS pussy. Dropping my head on his shoulder, I came again in pure ecstasy.

To Go, Please

You know, we usually don’t stop for bathroom breaks when the girls and I are taking a road trip. We’ve always had the two stop maximum… gas and food. And most times the food stop was pushing it. The cardinal rule has always been “Bring snacks. Lots of road trip snacks.” Renee started to complain that she wanted something solid on her stomach because she didn’t “really eat breakfast” before we got on the road. Mind you, she had the same thing we all had… scrambled cheese eggs, grits, turkey bacon, and a biscuit with honey. Except Renee had two extra biscuits and probably a whole damn pack of turkey bacon to herself. With a tall glass of mimosa. I knew we should have gone with the sausage. That bitch was greedy. And I mean that in the most endearing way possible.

“Come on, Tonya, it’ll only take a few minutes. Burger King is right off the exit. I’ll be in and out!” Trying my best to ignore her pleas to stop, I took a deep sigh and gave in. Only because I realized that I had to use the restroom. But I’m certain I could have made it another thirty minutes to an hour. Putting us a little closer to our much needed vacation. We’d planned for months. Looking for the perfect beachfront location. The clearest waters. The softest sands. Surrounded by the best restaurants. Seeking the top rated spas. I could damn near smell the ocean. Until Renee started begging for a burger and onion rings. I had no idea how she could eat that stuff. 

“Can we at least stop at PDQ, we could use some of those zucchini fries!” Steph and Tash simultaneously chiming in from the back seat. Their asses are greedy too. Again, only because I had to use the restroom. At eighty miles an hour, I zoomed right, crossing two lanes and swerved off the exit. Just their luck, PDQ was sitting immediately to the right. Literally hand delivered from the universe.

………..

Renee, Steph, Tash and I had all been friends since high school. Best friends since tenth grade actually. I was the last one to join the trio. A new student, lost and confused, they welcomed me with opened arms. Showing me all the cool places to hang out when skipping school, borrowing and never returning clothes, last minute sleepovers when things weren’t going right at home. We were thick as thieves. People actually thought that Tash, real name Tashana, and I were sisters. We did sort of favor. Same smooth dark brown tone that glistened in the sunlight, natural hair, bodies built like we ran track, B cups. Attitudes and outgoing personalities matched. I told her we needed to trace our roots. I’m sure we’re distant cousins somewhere down the line. Hell, maybe even sisters the way my daddy got down. And she never knew her biological father. But we somehow never got around to it. Only difference between us, standing at 5’6″, Tash was a few inches taller. Renee and Steph were cousins. And those two couldn’t have been more opposite. They were like night and day. Renee looked like she was born and raised near the equator, but her skin was absolutely beautiful. Looking like a real life doll, she had hair bitches from the projects paid for. Full lips that always got her harassed everywhere we went. “Eh girl, wat dat mouf do?!?” So elegantly, without missing a beat “Is your ass jealous of all that shit coming out of your mouth,” rolled so nicely off her tongue. Renee never ceased to amaze me with the things she said. Steph, on the other hand, was the quiet one in the group. I’m not sure how she’s managed to hang with us after all these years. Even through college. I guess she would be considered the level headed one of us all. Keeping us in line. I know we stressed her the hell out. Born and raised in the backwoods of Alabama, she was fair-skinned with curly red hair, hazel eyes and the body of a goddess. Ass for days, you know one you could sit shit on. I know because we’ve done it too many times to count. She hated it. Don’t let us be in the club… But sis had the most Southern drawl you’d ever hear. It took me a while to get used to it. Still, we loved her like no other.

…………

Pulling into the parking lot, I said “Grab me some fries and a bottle of water to hold me until we get to Amelia Island. It’s just one more hour. I gotta use the bathroom.” That was all I could muster to my two back seat drivers. I was already frustrated and annoyed with Renee’s whining.

I walked through the doors of PDQ, with nothing on my mind, except for running to the bathroom, getting our food and rolling on. We were almost there. I could smell the fresh air. I could hear the ocean waters beating against the smooth sandy shores, kidnapping me into paradise. With nothing else on my mind, I saw him.

His eyes met mine and it was as if our minds synced instantly. ‘Damn!’ escaped both our lips. He smiled and in that moment everything stopped. Disappeared. I never knew time could slow down the way that it did. It all just moved in slow motion.

“Tonya!”

“Earth to Tonya!!”

“Girl, where did you just go?”

As Tweet once said, I was “hypnotized, in a trance.”

Steph was laughing her ass off and Tash was trying to figure out if I was having some kind of epileptic episode that she knew nothing about. Only Renee was able to put two and two together, with a whisper “yeah, he is sexy!”

He stood up and walked towards us. My heart was beating as if I’d just done thirty minutes of straight cardio. Tall, chocolate. But not just any chocolate. He was that expensive ass chocolate, smooth and creamy. His hair was loc’d and pulled up into some intricate style that must have taken hours to do. Wearing a sleeveless shirt, his muscles flexed as he walked. The closer he got to us, I saw how dark and mysterious his eyes were. His smile, bearing his innermost secrets, he licked his lips. I damn near fainted. Seriously, I was probably hyperventilating like a crazed school girl trying not to make a fool of herself in front of her crush. “Give the girl a paper bag, she can’t breathe.” Renee had jokes. Brushing against me, the smell of Sauvage shook the shit out of me and my brain immediately went “hoe tendencies activate.” Walking around us, looking me dead in my eyes, he winked. Renee caught me as I swayed to the left.

“I got you girl.”

Tasha and Steph laughed.

“Aw damn, there she goes again.”

“Just her type!”

Locs leaned in and whispered, “Follow me.”

He turned the corner to the restroom. Just where I needed to go.

But he went into the men’s restroom. Without even thinking, I walked in right behind him.

As soon as I walked trough the door, he pulled out a stopper and slid it under the door. Who the hell has a stopper in their pocket? I’m thinking ‘random as fuck!” Before I could even ask if the just carried a stopper for ’emergencies only,’ he grabbed me by my hair. Guided me straight to the wall rail on the other side of the restroom. With his other hand, he so fluidly lifted my sundress, took his foot and kicked my legs apart. Thrusting me forward, with no hesitation, he grabbed his dick and went straight in. I didn’t have time to think. Blink. Or hesitate. The deep stroke thrust forced my eyes closed and my ass automatically gave into him. My arch had a mind of it’s own. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to. He leaned into my ear, licked the side of my face and whispered “I’ve been waiting for you.” I closed my eyes and moaned. He dipped low and went up in me, slowly. “You like that?” Before I could answer, he stuck his fingers in my mouth, forcing me to suck. In and out, fluidly. My juices becoming more prevalent with each stroke. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d risked it all, forgetting that I was an upstanding citizen. A Miss Goody Two Shoes. A “Boujee Bitch.” Classy and Sophisticated. With one hand around my neck, he took his other hand and lifted my thigh so that he could go deeper. That allowed him to stroke harder. Placing his hand between my face and the wall, he went harder. To keep my moans from escaping and from being loud, he let my neck go and placed his hand over my mouth. Biting down on my shoulder, I heard the aggression that had been built up for only he knows how long. Removing his other hand from the wall, he grabbed the rail and went deep into parts I’d forgotten existed. My mind wandered to a place I hadn’t been in a while. I got lost in everything that was going on in that moment. Nothing mattered. My girls. My food. The fact that I needed to use the bathroom. Everything. The beginnings of a wonderful vacation.

“You like this chocolate don’t you?”

“Tell me it’s good to you.”

The thoughts running through my head were beyond questionable. But I couldn’t get caught up on what he was saying, because he was feeling so good deep inside of me. I felt my walls tighten and flex around his thick shaft. He felt it too. “Oh shit!” A devilish grinned formed on my face. He had no idea, what he had just gotten himself into.

I pushed up off the rail, holding on, I bent at the hip, dropped slightly low and threw it back. “Fuuuuuuck!” left his lips in surprise. I smirked in my head, knowing I was about to own him. He tried to force me back on the rail and wall, but I’d gained my footing, putting me in total control. Every thrust he gave, I pushed it back. He tried to throw me off, by removing his hand from my mouth and placing his fingers on my clit. I almost buckled. But I caught myself. Letting out a gentle laugh, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass. “Hold on baby, enjoy the ride.” Using the rail as my leverage, I slow danced on his dick like my vacation depended on it. I was about to get all my girls food funded.

I heard him grunt.

…Got’him….

I released the rail and grabbed my knees. Slowed down even more. Stroking with Kitten’s Why I Wait playing in my head, I gave it to him. Every emotion. Every feeling. Everything I’d dealt with in the last 24 hrs. With both hands, he grabbed my hips. Moaning, he released. Letting “Daddy” escape my lips, I let go. Simultaneously dumping our energies onto one another, we exhaled. And let it go. Without so much as a thought, he kissed the side of my neck.

No words exchanged, we got cleaned up with what little paper towels were available. He removed the door stopper.

“After you.”

I slowly opened the door, ready to take my hoe walk of shame. Checking to make sure no one was waiting, he peeped over my shoulder and said “you’re good.”

Steph, Renee, and Tasha had already gone to the car. I slid in like nothing had happened. Except Renee wasn’t going to allow that to happen….

“You nasty biiiiiiiiitch!”

Tasha, chiming in “But was it good?!?”

“Giiiiiiiiiirl!!! I don’t remember the last time I put it all on the line and let go.”

The rest of the ride was silent. All were full and had fallen asleep. I was left with my thoughts of smooth chocolate and locs.

Pulling up to Amelia Island, I woke the girls. As we were getting out, a black Tesla pulled up beside us. The doors opened and four fine ass brothers stepped out.

The driver…. Chocolate. With locs. Tapped on my window.

“Reservations in our name, right babe?”

“Always.”

Licking his lips, he smiled.

“Meet me on the beach tonight?”

I blushed….

“Of course.”