Sapphic Delights Pt 02

"Dehs ma lil filly, how you doin dis foine mornin' " a familiar voice boomed behind me.

Robin was swaggering towards me, wearing an open short sleeve leather jacket with a white wife beater underneath. I could see the outline of her slender cut frame.

It was easy to forget she was a woman as well, even her pert AA breasts seemed to overlie her almost square pecs. Her skinny jean seem taught over her muscular legs developed from years of horse back riding.

"How are you, Ms. Mathers..." I greeted more confidently this time.

"Sheeeeeit, call me Robbie," she said cutting me off, "do me a fava shug, do a lil pirouette fo' me."

I started blushing again, I was in a sleeveless denim sundress that worked every curve I had. The hem was just above my knees and the top barely held in my heaving bosom. I am usually more conservative than this, but something about her lowered my guard. I slowly spun around as she bit her bottom lip.

"Sho' nuff, you da best filly in da show rang," she teased.

"Do you flatter all the girls you hang out with?"

"Only da ones pritty nuff to get da honor of trottin' round town wit me."

I giggled, embarrassed by her flirting. Normally I'd be livid being compared to a show pony, but her confidence defanged my usual sharp tongue. She took me by the crook of my arm and brought me in close, escorting me to her Escalade. After helping me into my seat she got in and drove off into Downtown Nashville.

First place we stopped at was my favorite restaurant, The Sugar Cube, to get a full course BBQ Platter. She made sure to seat us at a private 2 person booth, hidden away from the prying eyes of the busybody church lady crowd, scandalized by what probably appeared to them to be a skinny black thug and his busty working girl.

Honestly, I was immune to the glares from those old battle axes, lost in deep conversation with my companion. She managed to coax more of my life story out of me in those 2 hours than the last half dozen dates did.

I found out a lot about her as well. She described herself as a Tomboy, no surprise there, and an army brat. Youngest of 5 and only daughter. Her mom passed away from cancer when she was 3. She and her siblings were raised by her "Big Mama", whiles her pops was deployed overseas.

Her grandmother was a tough old broad who oversaw the family ranch after her husband passed. She made sure her grandkids knew hard work from the time they could walk.

She was a track star who made it to college on a scholarship to UCSF where she found herself. She was a bit guarded with the details, but I got the gist of it.

"'Ow bout you shawdy? You seem likes you still figurin shid out." she whispered in my ear.

I could feel her strong calloused hand creep up my thigh under my skirt. The musk of her cologne caused my nose to tickle and made my head foggy. I felt stirrings that I had only buried deep in my cranial vault and repented with repetitions of the rosary.

"Lemme get da tab and head out this jawn," she said calmly, withdrawing herself from the gates of my sex.

I was quite flushed and parched, but a little disappointed. I snapped back to reality and noticed more glares directed at us. But I didn't care, I wanted her to have finished what she started. I straightened my skirt and obediently followed her back to the car.

"A fren of mine invited me to a spot, I bet you gonna love it." she quipped. I was shivering with excitement, my stomach was full of butterflies.

We jumped into the car and drove off. She chatted animatedly with her hand on my thigh, slowly creeping up my dress. I slowly widened my legs giving her more access to my sex.

Pulling my panties to the side, her firm calloused middle and index fingers turned slowly, reaching for my G-spot. With a slight hooking motion they were pressing against it in a swirling motion. With each increase in pressure my head grew lighter and my moans grew softer. She was playing with me like a skilled musician performing a mezzo-piano for a small pub.

"Damn, we reached already," she told me, quickly withdrawing her fingers and leaving me parched.

I snapped out of my daze, she looked deep into my eyes, holding up her sticky fingers. I opened my mouth and suckled on them, pulling her finger in deep to the back of my throat.

"I knew you were a good filly, now panties off and follow me inside," she ordered.