It's Friday night and I just finished work. It's 3 am as I slowly make my way home. As I pass an empty parking lot, I see some commotion in the parking lot. A group of men move about excitedly, and appear to be fighting. I quickly pull into the parking lot, my presence scares off the three men, as I quickly call 911. I stop instantly as my headlights locate what was the cause of these three black men's brawl. You lay on the ground, clothes torn, and definitely terrified.
I rush out of my car and help you to your feet. You are shaken, but otherwise unharmed. Just a few minutes later the police arrive and get your confession. You tell them you were just out for a walk, when these men started making their cat calls, which led to them following, and then chasing you. Of course, things turned ugly when they couldn't decide who would go first, and they began to fight. That was when I arrived.
Dazzled, I offer to give you a lift somewhere, to take you home and you say, "Before we go, I need to be honest. I wasn't just out for a walk, I was hoping for some fun. But those guys... well they were a little too much." Pausing you eye me over and a sly grin comes over your face. Quickly you hide it and subtly lick your puckering lips.
I blink twice, not sure if I had seen what I thought. I can feel a deep primal need growing inside me, but I do everything I can to suppress it thinking you don't need someone trying to grope you after tonight.
As we drive to your home, we make small talk, and I watch you cross your shapely legs seemingly absent kindly, almost letting me see everything.