There was no doubt that she wanted him. All of him. She hoped they had time after lunch for a quick romp for old times sake.
He had deep milk chocolate skin, full lips, and broad shoulders. He wasn't black, rather South Asian.
He was a sensual guy she had met during her time in college who helped to develop her sexual prowess. They stayed in touch through social media but rarely had a chance to meet up.
He was Fine like wine and made her body sweat with desire. But she could turn away and not wonder if he would be surrounded by groupies going full on ho-yena. Hyenas can survive for long periods without food, but when they get it, it's a wrap. She imagined the same goes for the majestic dick loving ho-yena.
They had decided to meet up for lunch in Little Italy at Trattoria. It was one of their favorite spots in the area. An informal space with a great menu, homestyle cooking, and good service. She had arrived first per usual because he was probably still walking over since he worked in the area. He always used his own parking spot even on his days off. Noone wants to pay for parking when it's already paid for.
The owner of Trattoria was redecorating the interior this week and so the host gave the option of patio or lower level. He should be here any minute she thought. "I'll just wait until Vivek gets here. Thanks." The host offered her a glass of reisling and led her to the patio to wait. It was a gorgeous space with a gazebo on each end equipped with the cool breeze of an outdoor fan. She stretched out on a plush chaise lounge flipping her asymmetrical sundress over to one side to sun her legs.
She heard an appreciative whistle. As she turned around, rest to cuss someone out, she saw him. Coming down the sidewalk was that tall shot of whiskey. Rough upon entry, but smooth sailing afterwards. He had a crisp white button up on, with the sleeves folded up to keep cool. It was a nice contrast with his fitted dark wash jeans.