At the encouragement of one of my friend girls, I decided to venture out of the house. It had been a while since I dressed up. I figured I would make it count.
I upswept my long black locs into a semi loose ponytail and put on a long flowing royal blue dress which flared just underneath where my voluptuous H breasts ended. The black lace bra had to work overtime to lift and separate; in weather like this, less was more so I didn’t threw away my conventional cotton panties for a nylon thong. Two deep slits accentuated each side of the dress…allowed for better walking, and for on lookers, a peek at a sista’s calf and thigh action.
As I walked down the driveway to my car, I noticed a guy sitting in the passenger side of a blood red Nissan Maxima. His eyes were chestnut, a very stark contrast to his light butterscotch skin. His hair--cut close, eyelashes--quite long and thick lips. I didn’t think he noticed me looking until he ran the tip of his lips over his tongue. I blushed and quickened my pace, accentuating my swagga with each step. I could feel his intense gaze on me. I kept thinking I should have said something right then, but usually, I wait until opportunity passed and then contemplate moves.
I got into my Chevy and made my way down. Out of my rearview, he was still looking at me. Just the way he drew me in made the front of my thong juicy.
Oh well, it was too late for me to turn around and go back. I kept on my course to the club. I was so caught up in the Mary J. Blige cd I was playing, I didn’t think to keep checking my window. If I had, I would have noticed that the Nissan Maxima was following me.
I was in luck. It was Ladies night, so I got in for free and the drinks were free temporarily. The lights in the club were low but there was hardly anyone in the place. The bartender must have noticed my disappointment.
“You don’t come in here a lot, do you?”
“No,” I yelled over the thumping music.
“Well, first off, it’s early yet. Give it about an hour. Secondly, no one has enough drink in them yet. Also, there’s only so much you can do to techno.”
I laughed and was like, “True.”
I’m glad the bartender was sociable. Most these days were so focused on speed and just getting the drink made, not stopping to really chat. But he was the right mixture of speed and social; I was very happy to tip him.
I wanted another one but it was getting close to the free drinks to being over. I was surprised to see the bartender fix me another.
“Wait a minute…free drinks are over with, right?”
“Yeah, but this one is on the gentleman in the far corner. He said get as many as you like.”
I glanced in the direction he pointed in; there was the same guy I saw in the passenger side of the Maxima; he grabbed his cranberry and vodka, winked at me; made his way to the dance floor. I sipped my Appletini slowly. With each sip, I kept thinking about ways to get closer to the guy I had seen. I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
He was still in my range of vision. He wasn’t dancing but he was looking at others. Some of the females were already doing versions of pussy popping. Every once and a while, he would nudge his friend, they would whisper, and then laugh.
By the time I ingested the last sip, inhibition had left and courage had taken its place. I was not leaving I made an impression on his brain, his body, or both.
Slightly loose off the Tini, my ass had a little more jiggle as I made my way to the dance floor.
“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” the bartender teased. I smiled and gave him a wink before putting a ten dollar tip in his glass.
The apple of my eye had made his way to the dance floor. Females were trying to grind on him but he would expertly side step them and move to a different part of the area. Some females looked bewildered; some too drunk to notice they had been rejected.
A couple were yelling, “Fuck you…think you too good for this jelly! Didn’t no one wanna roll with yo ass anyway!”
I was not deterred. I kept imagining he was waiting for me. His height was the first thing that struck me; he seemed to tower over everyone. I had to guess he was well over six feet. He was slim, but athletically slim…more of a gymnastics or basketball build more so than anything that require dense muscle.
“One of speed and accuracy,” I muttered to myself.
The previous song ended. He was about to walk off the dance floor when the song, “Motivation” blared through the club.
Then he noticed I was approaching him.
He smiled and then stopped.
I winked at him and licked my lips. I pressed my body next to him. He had almost a foot on me. He grabbed my right hand and twirled me around. My hands grasped the back of his neck to slow myself.
I shook my head as to let him know I was running the show. I circled around him like a vulture before capturing its prey. The front of me gyrated against the back of him while my hands reached around him, stroking him from his chest and making their way downward. When I got just above his belt buckle, I stopped and strutted in front of him.
I then squatted and slowly but expertly moved my ass along the front of his pants, bouncing it in rhythm to the song. His fingertips moved along the front of my dress, teased my already protruding nipples before moving further along my dress. I grasped his hands to stop them before they reached my pubic area.
I turned around, this time facing him. He grasped me tightly. He was already rock hard and throbbing against me. He smelled of Axe Phoenix and Cool Water. The ache between my legs was intense.
“Did you enjoy your drink?” he whispered against my ear.
“Yes,” I whispered back, “Are you enjoying the view?”
“Um…hmm….” he crooned back. “When can I get a closer look?”
Then, the song ended, and I replied back, “When we can get beyond these lights…”
I came close enough to kiss his lips; he bent closer but instead of giving into my desire to kiss him, I pulled away. There was no reason to end the chase so soon. I was loving the intrigue, the mystery…I was just getting started.