Edited by Plumpmuffin2001
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My weekend started out real shitty. My boss called on Friday night and asked me to come in Saturday for a few hours. He said the computer system crashed, and it had to be up and running by morning for the weekend crew. He told me to come in Saturday, get the system up and running for the weekend crew. Well that just sucked. The last thing I wanted to do was go to work this weekend.
Driving to work at 5:30 am on a Saturday morning heading for the chemical plant was not what I had in mind for my weekend fun. I was all pissed off. While speeding on my way to New Jersey from the Bronx, I started to wonder why was I so angry. I said to myself â Blake, calm down. Last year around this time you was sitting home collecting unemployment. Now you have the job of your dreams. Youâre getting paid 120k a year. How many other 24-year-old black men can say thatâ. After that thought, instead of being angry with my boss, I felt proud. The company and 200 chemical engineers relied on me to keep all computer systems on line.
When I arrived at work there was a system wide crash. It took me 4 hours to get the system up and running. My boss called me at noon, to see if everything was back to normal. I told him that all systems were up and running smoothly. He was very grateful. He thanked me and told me I could have monday off and to enjoy myself. My boss was real cool. Computer down time cost my company millions of dollars. Iâll put it like this the 4 hours the system was down cost my company about 100k in lost productivity.
I was living the good life. Most black females didnât understand me. I tried to date black women, but most of them came with to many complications. I dealt with complications at work. I did want to deal with more complications in my personnel life. I was actually lucky when I met my current girlfriend Mirijanna. She was real beautiful. She was a European babe, born in Yugoslavia. She was 25 years old and about 5â5â tall.
She had straight long black hair. She was also very voluptuous. Her tits were nice and plump and soft. Not to big, not to small, but just perfect for her frame. Her greatest feature was her fat juicy ass and wide hips. To see Mima (that my girlâs nickname) in a pair of tight jeans was, something to just die for. She was the type of women that didnât need to wear any make up at all. Mima, was just a pure beauty. She also had inner beauty. An inner beauty that made me fall in love with her after our first date. Mima was the kind of girl that would always go out of her way to make her man happy.
Mima was a secretary in a small law firm in the Bronx that was not to far from my apartment. Mima lived in Yorktown with her parents. We spent most weekends, since we first meet four months ago at my small apartment in the Bronx. It was a great set-up. We spent most of the weekend fucking our brains out. Life just couldnât get any better for me. I was a very lucky man. I had a good job and a good woman.
On my ride home from NJ, I got a call on my cell phone, it was Mima. She told me that she couldnât make it over tonight. She had forgot it was her parentâs anniversary. I told her âDonât worry about it baby, have fun with your parents.â O well thatâs life, and shit happens. I had been looking forward to pounding her sweet pussy all day. Last weekend she was on her period. Although she gave me a great blowjob, it was her sweet pussy I yearned for.
Saturday night really sucked. I was bored and horny. I found some of my old porno tapes, broke out the lube and then jerked myself off. Sunday wasnât much better. I didnât do much. I did a little research on the web, checked out a few porno sites and drank a lot of coffee. Mima called me around 9pm Sunday evening. It felt so good to hear her voice. We chit-chatted for a while about her night out with her family. I told her how much I missed her .She told me she was so horny. She said, âBlake, my pussy has been wet all day. I cant wait to see you baby.â Mima had a very sexy voice. My black cock would get hard just by hearing her speak. I told her â I canât wait to see you too baby.â I told her that my boss gave me Monday off. I told her to come over Monday night after she got off work. She said that she had to work a little late Monday, but she would come over as soon as she was done.
I slept in late Monday morning and I got up around 10am. When I put the TV on, all the news stations were talking about this huge snowstorm that was on the way. I looked out the window, but I didnât see a damn thing. I said to myself âThose fucking weathermen are so full of shit. Theyâre always trying to scare the shit out of people.â I hung out for a while watching some bullshit movie on HBO. I called my office to see how things were going.
My assistant John told me everything was ok. He then said, âGood thing you took off today, its snowing big time here in Jersey.â I guess the weatherman finally got it right. I was feeling good relaxing at home. I had one thing on my mind and that was Mimaâs pussy. I couldnât wait for her to come over. Hopefully we could get a huge snowstorm and be snowed in together. That would be just perfect. Trapped in my apartment with the sweetest, tightest, pussy on earth.
I decided to take me a little nap. I woke up around 4:30 that afternoon. I looked out side my window to see what was going on weather wise. I was shocked at what I saw. It was a total white out. The snow was falling from the sky so fucking fast. Big fat flakes covered the streets of the Bronx. I could see about 10 inches of snow on top of the cars on the street. âHOLY SHIT!â I said to myself. Man Iâm sure glad I didnât go to work today.
I turned the TV to one of the local news stations. Snowstorm coverage was in full swing. Westchester County were my girl lived they had already had 13 inches of snow. They were expecting another 10 inches before it would be over. I had to call my girl to see if she would be ok. I called her office, but I got no answer. I knew that Mima hated driving in bad weather. I kept on calling her office, but I couldnât get anybody on the phone. All the news networks were calling this, âThe storm of the decade.â That was all I could take. I was really worried about my baby. All kinds of bad thoughts started to drifted in and out of my head. Was she stuck somewhere in the snow? Was she hurt? Was she in trouble? Fuck this waiting around bullshit, Iâm going to go find my baby.
I got dressed in a hurry. I put on my boots and my heaviest jacket. I grabbed my snow shovel that I bought and used only once 4 years ago after the last big snow storm that just crippled New York City. My girlâs safety was the only thing on my mind. I new wherever she was, she was afraid and if she could call me she would have already. Just as I was about to walk out the door the phone rang. I rushed to the phone. âHello Blake"