Fun Night Out
It would be easy for me to tell you that I went back to him. Remember I told you I spent fifteen years waiting on this man to do what I wanted him to do, without me telling him what I wanted him to do.
No, I didn’t go back.
I was telling you about the tricks I keep in the trunk of my car. I told you about the small bag, now let me tell you what is in the rest.
Two condoms (Can’t show you)
Candy writing pen
Toothbrush and paste
Wash cloth and soap
Small hand held toy (Can’t show you)
Cock ring (Yes!!)
See what happened was…
I haven’t told you about Andre. He is a dear friend that lives on the other side of town. He is the only one who has the authority to come to my house without calling. That’s right. All he has to do is knock on my front bedroom window and he can come right on in.
A few nights ago that is what happened but with a twist. He knocked on the window and I opened the door to let him in.
“Through on some clothes and lets go.” His voice was low as he came into the house. “I have to make a quick run to the other side of town.”
I had taken my nightly shower so it was no issue when I threw on a light sun dress and a pair of sandals.
“Don’t put on any underwear.” His voice entered my room. “I want you to be natural, but not naked.”
Walking out to his car, I stopped by mine and popped open the trunk. I grab my little wicker bag out of the trunk and placed it in the back seat of his car.
I was wondering what he was up to when he peeked his head into the room. “Hurry up. This time I really need you to hurry up.”
Before long we were in his Cadillac driving down Interstate 1968, heading into the city. He had a serious look on his face as if we were going into battle. I would say I was frightened, but I was with him. I knew that in the trunk of his car was at least two shot gun, a pistol and a type of automatic weapon that was longer than my arm. Under the passenger seat was gun and more bullets than I could think of to go with more weapons I can image that exists.
Andre turned the corner with his drink, some brown liquor and ice, in a glass. He leaned more to the center of the car with the seat pushed all the way back. I know that he wished it would go back more. Andre was well over six seven, ex-pro basketball player, and now he is living life in the fast lane.
“When we get there, don’t say anything. I want you to sit there and look pretty. He likes to look at dark women.” He took a sip from the glass as he turned the corner. Pulling up into the long gravel driveway, he turned off his lights.
“Follow my lead.”
I knew what that meant. I sat in the car and waited until he opened the door for me. I let my thick chocolate leg slide out of the car so the old man could see the shapely curve of it. I made it a point to have my back turned toward him so he could see the roundness of my butt.
“Who is the young girl you got with you tonight man?” he raspy voice sounded out.
I was directed to have a seat in a very large chair in a very large room. I crossed my legs and let my breast barely hang out of my blouse. I don’t know what those few men seated around the table across the way where talking about, but the constant looking in my direction made me wonder.
Stacks of money were tossed around on the table as their voices grew. I wanted to leave when the guns were placed down on the table and dares were made to pick it up.
“HA! HA! Baby let’s go!” he placed his merchandise, his gun and his money in a brief case. He held out his hand toward me and I was glad to get up to go.