Sitting in Starbucks, I was relaxing after my first week of work at a new job. It was a new part of town for me, and I wasn't very familiar with my new surroundings, but I felt comfortable pulling into the coffee shop, even though all of the other businesses clearly catered to the Latino population that they served.
As I sipped on my caramel ribbon crunch frappacino and studied my phone, scrolling through the newsfeed on Facebook, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful, petite Latina beauty seated a couple of tables away. Her shoulder-length straight black hair looked so shiny, and her dark eyes kept glancing my way. I couldn't help but admire her as her crossed dark legs were clearly highlighted by the short black skirt that barely covered anything. She continually rocked her ankle, flipping her flip-flop on the end of her free foot. Her nails were painted a shiny black. She almost looked Gothic; everything was black, including her travel mug from which she sipped her drink.
She continued to glance over at me, and I was starting to wonder if my pants were unzipped or something. "Eric, come here," she said. I looked up at her, stunned. How did she know my name? She was staring directly at me, pointing to the seat beside her. I got up and moved down the aisle to take the seat beside her. As I did so, my lanyard and ID card swung in front of my face, and I realized how stupid I was for leaving them on. Of course, that's how she knew my name!
As I moved to the seat next to her, I turned to her with my hand out to shake and said, "Hi! You're right; I'm Eric. Nice to meet you!"
She smirked, but never raised her hand to mine, nor offered her name. Instead, she said, "Sit down, whiteboy. And, quit staring at my feet unless you want to earn a chance to massage them."
"Mmmm, that sounds nice," I replied.
"Oh? So you like my feet?" she asked.
"They are very pretty," I shyly admitted.
"Well, you'll need to earn them, whiteboy," she whispered as she reached across the table and pinched my nipple closest to her. I smiled like a fool as she continued to roll my nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger as she looked at me with her big, beautiful piercing eyes. Finally, when my nipple was very erect, she smiled and asked if I would like to go back to her place. Of course, I was excited and ready! Anything that this young hottie wanted, I was ready to do!
As we left Starbucks, she grabbed my hand and told me to leave my BMW there. She told me that she only lives a few doors down. We started walking down the alley behind the coffee shop, and I suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. Why were we walking in an alley? Thankfully, it wasn't dark yet, but my eyes must have been darting back and forth, giving away my sense of fear. She leaned against me, and whispered, "Don't worry! You're safe out here, my whiteboy. But, you won't be safe when I get your clothes off." I relaxed a bit, smiling down into her beautiful eyes as we continued our walk.
After just a few more steps, she stopped and used her key to open a door that lead upstairs to an apartment over one of the businesses. I followed her up the dimly lit stairway, paying careful attention to how short her miniskirt was, and imagining how this petite beauty was going to rock my world. As we got to the top of the stairs, she unlocked another door, and then we were inside the living room of her apartment. It was beautiful! She had the place decorated and furnished very nicely, although everything seemed to be black or dark, except the walls that were painted a deep red. It appeared that blue lights were the only source of lighting, other than the natural light that entered from the large window overlooking the street below. She said, "Here, sit here and get comfortable while I go get out of these clothes. Go ahead and get naked for me." With that, she disappeared into the bedroom. I was out of my clothes within seconds. I knew this was the luckiest day of my life! And I was ready!
As I sat naked on the leather sofa, I began to get fidgety after awhile. What could be taking her so long? She had only worn flip-flops, a miniskirt, and a tank top. I'm sure that it shouldn't take long to remove those.
Soon, the bedroom door opened, and she slowly walked toward me wearing only a g-string. She smiled and said, "Are you ready to please me?" I didn't even get a chance to speak before she had her hand on my balls, massaging them gently. Then, I felt her remove one hand and begin wrapping something around my sack. I looked down to see what she was doing, and she had some kind of small collar that she was fastening tightly on me, pulling my balls down a bit. The next thing I knew, she had a small chain attached to the collar and she told me that she really liked her white boys to be kept on leashes. At that moment, I could only think to ask her how many white boys she has.
"Oh, quite a few," she beamed, as she pulled me off the couch, into the center of the room. "Now, be a good boy and unfasten the swing above you so that you will have a comfy place to sit," she directed. I looked up, saw a black circular object that looked like a padded toilet seat with four long chains. I unhooked the chains from the hooks in the ceiling and allowed the swing to drop fully to my waist. I wondered, how did I not see this when I was sitting and waiting for her to return, and what am I getting into? But, I was thinking with my wrong head, so I was ready to try anything that this hot little Latina wanted to do!
