Aisha sat in the middle of the pick-up next to Paul. She placed her head on his shoulder and they drove back to Aisha's house. Once in front of her house, the two shared a long passionate kiss. Paul could not resist the urge to touch her soft brown body again. As they kissed, he slid his hand up her dress. He massaged a hand full of her warm thigh.
Paul moved his hand higher between her legs and found her clit. He rubbed her clit and then inserted two fingers into her. Sliding his hand in and out, he liked how he could feel her juices starting to flow. He extended his two fingers outward to give her pussy one last stretch. "oh!" Aisha moaned. She pulled his hand from under her dress and placed his two moistened fingers in her mouth. She licked his fingers clean. Paul's mouth dropped as his cock swelled. Where did he find such a sexual creature?
Aisha smiled at her friends reaction. "You better go. Call me, OK?" she jumped out of the truck like a school girl. Her feet landed on the soft manicured grass outside of her estate. She ran across the lawn towards her front porch.
Paul watched her run and placed his hand on his crotch. He wished that he did not have anywhere to be, but he did. When he was satisfied that she was close enough to the door. He pulled off. He was already a little late going to pick up his wife.
Aisha reached the brick stairs of her house. "Oh my god!" Aisha realized that she did not have her shoes on. She had left her sandals in Paul's truck and he was on his way to get his wife. 'Shit!', she thought. His wife cleans his truck out on Sunday mornings. Paul had told Aisha that he had an affair before and that his wife found out about. His wife threaten to divorce him and sell the shop if he were unfaithful again. There was no way for her to contact him. He did not have a cell phone and he was not going to stop by the shop first.
Aisha took a shower and thought about what Paul would tell his wife about the shoes. She knew that they must have been under the seat because she did not see them when she got out. He could easily explain that he had just given her a ride and she accidentally left her shoes behind. However, that does not seem likely that someone like Aisha would have forgotten her shoes. Unless she was distracted by a finger fuck, of course.
That night Aisha kept thinking about her shoes. She could not sleep. She knew that if Paul's wife found them, it would mean trouble for him. In an instant, she decided what she had to do. She had to go and get the shoes...tonight. Aisha got in her car and drove to Paul's house. She parked her car a few blocks away so that they would not see the headlights. She walked up the driveway and saw that the garage door was not closed all the way.
Aisha bent down and went underneath the door. It was dark inside but she could clearly see the truck. The entire garage was junky from top to bottom. She stood in one spot a minute so that she could map her route to the truck without kicking anything. Once at the truck, Aisha opened the door and felt around for her shoes. Just as she grabbed one from under the passenger seat, a light switched on. Startled, Aisha turned around and was face to face with an older white woman. Her heart started racing.
"what are you doing?", the woman asked with her arms folded.
"I was just...I needed to...I...these are my shoes", Aisha said holding the shoe up.
"what is it doing in my husbands truck?"
Just then, Paul came into the garage. He turned pale white when he saw Aisha. He looked at her with his mouth open.
"I left my car at his body shop today... and my shoes were on the back seat... And Paul took them and placed them in his truck so that no one would steal them." Aisha said, satisfied that she had thought of a good excuse on the spot.
The older woman glared at Aisha. "you are not in the city anymore, Mrs. Alexander. People don't steal in this town. That is why we leave our garage doors open." Realizing that she had messed up, Aisha dropped her shoulders and looked at Paul. He looked very disappointed in her. The older woman clinched her mouth together and gave Aisha one last disapproving stare. The woman turned to look at Paul and then disappeared into the house.
Paul walked over to the garage door and walked out. Aisha followed him into the street and around the brush.
"I am sorry...I am so sor..." Aisha started
"What are you doing?" Paul interrupted. He was speaking to her in an angry, low voice so that his wife could not hear.
"I was trying to not get you in trouble."
"By coming to my house!"
"I was trying to get my shoes. I told her that you were fixing my car"
"My shop does not fix foreign cars! She knows that and I told YOU that!
"Don't yell at me. I said that I was sorry" Aisha was starting to tear up. The last thing that she wanted to do was to hurt Paul.
Paul looked at Aisha's big sad brown eyes. He knew that she was trying to do something good by coming there. It was just the wrong thing to do. He couldn't look at her with tears in her eyes. "I gotta go"
Paul disappeared around the brush and Aisha was left on the dirt road alone. She turned and walked back to her car with tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew that she had messed up.
The next couple of weeks, Paul did not call Aisha. Once again, she was alone in the town. Her husband was only home sporadically for about 8 days out of the month. His job had him overseas a lot. And when he was home, he was working on the computer. .Aisha walked to the store every other day hoping to see Paul. She spotted his truck one day when she was driving back from the city. It was parked outside of the local bakery. She got of the car and went inside. While she was looking around, she saw the older white woman that was at Paul's house. Aisha ducked down an aisle to avoid being seen.
