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.
I was sitting on the vanity counter next to the sink with the top of my dress down playing with my hard nipples when he came in and locked the door behind him. Rushing over to me he didn't say a word. He grabs the insides of my legs and spread them apart, I slid my hand down to my cum saturated pussy and soaked my fingers with my juices.
I fed him my fingers and watched him lap at them like a man deprived of the beautiful essence of pussy for years. After my juices disappeared in his mouth, he pushed me back against the mirror and pulled me to the edge of the vanity counter. He picked up the small waste basket under the counter and flipped it over and sat on it in front of me.
Suddenly I felt wetness between my legs in places I've never felt wetness. The coldness with the wetness sent shivers all over my tongue needy body. I slid my finger down between my legs to play with my clit, but he smacked my hand and placed his lips on my clit and gave my clit slow yet hard suction. My legs slapped against each side of his head, my hands found the top of his head as my limbs held his face hostage between my legs.
He would alternate sucking my clit for a few seconds, then running his tongue from the top of my pussy to the bottom. I tried to hold it in but he forced me to call out men names I've never met before, men like Jesus and God. Usually my cum would ooze out of me, but he made my cum leap out of me. I swear to you I saw my cum jump from my pussy onto his tongue.
With a few ounces of nectar gone from my heavenly pussy, I was ready for that White cock to enter my Black pussy. But he had other plans, he picked me up, took my dress off and turned me over on to my knees; my ass was in his face as he used his forearms to push my legs further a part. Standing up he slithered his tongue from the nape of my neck to the small of my back several times. Then without warning he broke the silence, he said, "Play with you clit until you cum."