I knew when I agreed to go on a blind date with one of my best friend's co-worker I was doing the wrong thing, but like the good little girl my mother raise, I went because I'm a nice person. I don't like prejudging people; I usually give everyone at least one shot at pissing me off.
The guy I allowed my best friend Tamara to talk me into going out with name is Robert Rawlings. I don't like bad mouthing people, but if that brotha wasn't the ugliest man in the world he will do until he gets here. I'm talking about the type of ugly that make you mad at your parents.
I know I'm sounding shallow and inconsiderate, with that being said the brotha was, let me see...I'll just spell it for you. He was UGLY plain and simple. The reason I'm dogging him is because he had the nerve to flirt with every woman he saw when we were waiting to be seated at the restaurant. At that moment I was ready to light into his ass. He thought he was the shit.
Now that's how I felt about him at first, but all that change later, let me tell you all about. He picked me up and we headed for the restaurant. Within 15 minutes we were at the restaurant. I stepped into the restaurant with my date beside me. I knew I wasn't going to be enjoying myself. But I didn't want to stay home on a Saturday night, so I figured I could at least get me a free meal. You know a sistah still has to eat.
The hostess seated us at a table in the back of the restaurant. We ate a little and talked, he was about as much fun to be around as watching paint dry. The man across from us was more appealing to me. He was so hot and sexier than Brad Pitts butt naked in my bed with me sitting on his face. He smiled at me and I grinned back. I was feeling very horny, but my date was out of the question. Then all of a sudden I got a kinky idea. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to remove my panties, then returned to my seat.
I had never been with a White guy before but I had wondered what it would be like. According to the myths about the races, the perfect man for a woman would be a man with a Black cock, a white tongue, a Latino's passion and an Arab bank roll, now that's this sistah's idea of the perfect man.
The white guy across from us had a direct line of vision under our table; I didn't get his name, so I'll just call him Brad. I uncrossed my legs spreading my legs wide giving him a good view of my aching pussy. His eyes widened when he saw what I was up to. I reached down to cup my shaven pussy in my hand and rubbed myself. He just smiled as I spread my lips apart with my fingers and rubbed my clit with my thumb, and sunk two fingers inside my wet center. His smiled widened as I worked my fingers in and out of my steaming, wet, tight pussy.
I said yes and no uh-huh when needed, but wasn't really paying that much attention to my date while I fingered myself senseless in front of a total stranger. I slid my fingers out and spread my juices over my inner lips and clit. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning as I stroked my swollen clit.
Brad began rubbing himself under the table. I then brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked my sweet juices off them, then I returned them to my pussy working myself till I came hard in my hand. I really wanted him inside me at that moment. I excused myself, and as I walked pass him I Winked and nodded my head at the man to follow me to the ladies room.