(Second Installment of Dawn, a white bbw meeting with a black man. The following is based on a true story. Names, Dates, Locations have been changed to obvious reasons. Any similarities are purely coincidental.)
It was a cold cloud covered night in Northern California in 2006. Dawn had just finished with bakery job at the local grocery store. It had been a slow night. If anything, she needed a night out.
She had reached out to her friends from college. Calling her friend Christina, Dawn was making it her mission to get out and have some fun.
"Hey, what are we going tonight?" Dawn asked.
"There's a new club in Santa Cruz, Michelle is going with some of her office friends, want to hit it up?" Christina replied.
"Yeah that sounds good, I'm down, " She answered with excitement.
Finally, a chance to unwind. The constant work grind was getting monotonous. She was only twenty five, and needed to get some alcohol in her system and dance until her feet hurt.
She hopped in the shower, wash the work day away, and prepared herself.
Dawn was no small gal. She was taller than most women and was built with voluptuous features. Large round breasts, thick waist, and yet her rump was unusually large and lifted for a Caucasian woman.
But her hair was a golden brown, eyes of hazel, and her nose was broad. Her skin color was fair but not pale.
Finally, going into her closet. Dawn couldn't decide between a skirt or jeans. She made the decision to wear her black skirt with a tight white button up long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
Cleavage was weapon of choice. The purple satin push up bra was a good one. And the matching purple floral thong would be great, too.
She poured herself some wine while she waited for Christina to pick her up. Dawn didn't worry about Christina when it came to partying, she knew Christina didn't drink.
Finally, she heard the honk outside her apartment. Rushing to lock up, she finally looked at herself in her vanity mirror. She was on point, she concluded.
The two made their way to the new club. The building wasn't big but it did have a large crowd out front.
They parked and walked up to the front. Meeting up with their mutual friend, Michelle. Talking to a group of three people.
Greeting one another, Michelle introduced her office friends. One was a older woman in her late thirties, named Erin. The other two were men.
One was Max, who a goofy looking white man in his thirties. A man who looked and sounded as if he never been outside an arcade.
The other man, Dawn noticed right away. Michelle introduced the man as Mike.
Mike was a large heavy built black man. A couple inches or so taller than Dawn. His hair neatly faded on the sides. His belly was a pot, broad chest, and a milk chocolate skin complexion. He also had a well trimmed beard surrounding his mushy lips. Dressed in a peach colored dress shirt and khaki pants, he seemed like a mature man.
"Nice to meet, Dawn," Mike said before she could.
"Likewise, Mr. Mike," Dawn responded.
The small group waited in line to get inside the club. The mood was a good positive vibe. No dramatic problems, just people having fun. The sights, sounds of music, and smell of others filled Dawn's nose. She couldn't wait to get inside.
Dawn noticed almost every time she turned to face the group. There was Mike, making the other girls group laugh with stories of their office. She couldn't but to look at this man.
Dawn had only been with one black man in her life. So, she was curious to know this man and what made him tick. You could see the confidence in his face when he talked.
Her train of thought was interrupted when the bouncer at the door asked for her identification.
"Ok, you're good," the bouncer said in his authoritarian tone.
The place was crowded! The dance floor was full, the bar area was congested with folks trying to get their booze, and the line for the bathroom already began to get long.
The group had moved to the bar. Luckily, Dawn found an opening and got right up to the bar. The group descended behind her as if they first in the race to get drinks.
Dawn wanted a strong whiskey to fill her taste buds. She ordered two shots of tequila and a firm cocktail. While the others put in their orders, she ended up talking to Christina and Michelle about hitting the dance floor.
They made it to the floor and began their long awaited groove and rhythm. Dawn made small steps in the same place because the floor was extremely crowded.
A remixed version SOS by Rhiannon was blaring. Dawn couldn't help but to throw her hips from side to side. Popping her butt back and forth with her arms raised. Seeing Christina next to her, she felt just right in the moment.
She suddenly felt two strong hands on her hips. Dawn quickly spun around noticed it was Mike was behind her. Biting his bottom lip, he sized her up.
Dawn was game. She put herself back into position with her back up against the strong black man.
The beat of the song was heavy and loud enough to race through her thighs. Mike pulled her hips into his waist. She could feel his chest pushed into her shoulders.
She began to grind her tookus right into Mike's waist. Dawn could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing. The couple were in sync with their dancing.
The hip movement, the steps, and the rhythm made their dance floor moment completely sound. But the song had died down. Dawn needed a breather.
Mike took her by the hand and led her to a separate small bar area of the club which was less crowded and less noisy. They both sat next to each other on stools.
The bartender asked what they would like. Mike ordered a beer.
Dawn ordered a Long Island iced tea and a shot of tequila with a lime. Mike threw a couple of twenty dollar bills on the bar and left them.
The club was beginning to stuffy for Dawn. Plus she danced straight for a whole ten minutes with Mike. So she was a little extra hot.
"Damn, I'm glad I met ya," Mike told her with a smile on face.
"Why's that?" Dawn asked in her flirty, giggly manner.
"I'm not gonna lie to ya, the way you were making me work out back there, I loved every minute of it," Mike said, facing Dawn with one hand on his thigh and one holding his beer.
"Well I just get lost in the moment, " she explained. She threw back the tequila shot. The warmth of the alcohol filled her chest.
Dawn was loving the look on this man was giving her at the moment. The intense burn in his eyes mixed with his mature confidence. She was needed by him and it made her moist knowing she was being hunted.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" Mike asked, staring right into Dawn's eyes.
"Tell me," she replied, playing dumb to his eagerness.
"The way you laugh, for starters. Then again, as the song goes, you're a brick house," he said before taking a sip of his beer.
He placed his huge hand on the inside of Dawn's thick pale thigh. She turned her legs toward the chubby black man. Slowly spreading her thighs apart for his hand.
She could feel his soft large hand gripping the flesh of her thigh underneath her black skirt. But not touching her panties at all. The noise and the club seemed to melt away around her. Suddenly her attention was awakened.
"Wanna go outside? Hot as hell in here," Mike asked.
"Please. I need some air," Dawn answered, trying to take her last sip of her drink.
