"Some guy named Joe called and I told him you were out to lunch." Phil said when I returned to work.
"Did he say what he wanted?"
"He said he wanted to take you out. I thought you were engaged?" Phil continued.
"I'm not getting married for another three months and Rick is out of town for two weeks!" I replied.
"Well I jotted down his number there." Phil answered casually.
I had met Joe at a party a couple of months ago. I had been drinking quite a bit and we necked a little with Joe's hand under my dress. In a state of passion I had gave him my work phone number.
I had forgotten about the big, black stud but it all came rushing back. How good his big hands felt caressing my ass and the monstrous bulge in his trousers as I aroused him. I also love the way he had kissed me with his thick lips.
"Hi Joe, Michelle here." I said when I heard his familiar voice I the phone.
"Sure I am available tonight, I can meet you about nine o'clock."
We arranged a rendezvous for that night.
We met at a local Dunkin Donut shop and exchanged small talk over coffee. We both knew why we were there and soon were in Joe's pickup truck heading to the banks of the Grand River.
The Grand was a favorite make-out spot. Meandering through the countryside just outside of town it was the local lovers' lane. On any given night there would be a dozen vehicles parked along the banks after sunset. Tonight Joe's pickup was going to be one of them.
It was just getting dark and already it was getting crowded. Joe parked about a hundred feet from another car and we got started necking.
We were kissing and my panties quickly came off. Joe was finger-fucking me under my skirt and I was getting really wet and horny.
In less than half-an-hour I was naked and Joe was sucking on my tits and mauling my body like a little boy in a candy store.