My names Danielle, I love sex and I have a lot of sexual adventures I want to share, here's another...
When I was 20 I used to drive this little Ford focus. It was my first car, I've had it since I got my license.
I'd whip that car all around the city and my parents never knew how crazy I drove that car. But they did know when she wouldn't start one morning cause being a 20 year old kid with no savings, I panicked.
Well my mom called a tow truck and had it towed to a customer she knew who owned his own shop. At the time my mom and I worked for the same banking company but different locations.
She dropped me off at work and I had a coworker take me by there after work to pick it up. My mom told me to just tell him that my mom would put the money in his account later for the work he did.
When I got there I was immediately gawked at by the men working on cars. This was a little more ghetto than your average garage. I walked to the office and said hello and that I was here to pick up my car and my mom would put the money in the account soon.
He looked at me weird like he didn't quite understand and he said ok. I got my keys and while walking out it dawned on me maybe he didn't know who I was talking about.
So I turned around and walked back to his office, I knocked again and told him "hey you know my mom is Candice right? The manager at the bank you go to" He looked at me in shock and asked you're Candice's daughter! Get her on the phone for me please.
I called my mom on speaker and let him talk to her to confirm. They joked around for a minute and he explained what he fixed and towards the end of he call, he flirted with her a bit and I could tell my mom didn't want me to hear so she said she'd talk to him later.
Now he wasn't particularly hot but he was an attractive older black man, probably in his early 50s and that classic slim but muscular build.
If you've read my stories before you know this is a kink of mine. Old black men love a white girl with a big ass. Even rarer a non fat white woman with a really big ass like me.
So me being me, I thanked him and wrote my number on a piece of paper down for him instead of asking for his card.
I told him I worked for the same bank as my mom and in fact my branch was closer. If he ever needed help or any questions and he couldnt reach my mom he could text or call me anytime.