So this is a "tail" about when my husband was deployed 15 years ago.
I stopped by a seven eleven to get some gas. I have my dog with me having just got done with a run at the local park. Although this seven eleven was on the way back home I had never stopped there thinking it looked to be in a rougher neighborhood.
While pumping my gas a black guy pulled up to the pump on the other side and he was playing what he called music so loud that it forced everyone to listen to it.
"Here we go." I thought to myself.
Sure enough he turned off his car and thankfully the music died with it. Instead of going in to pay for gas he took notice of me.
He walked around the gas pump and immediately started to digest me with his eyes.
I thought to myself "This guy is an idiot." I was wearing a sports bra with a sleeveless grey t-shirt over it with long cuts down to sides to allow for a cool breeze while jogging and some basic shorts that covered everything. Not my typical outfit if I wanted to find some strange cock.
But, I am a "black cock slut" to be honest and at that time in my life I was battling with that fact while being married to my white husband. I am mixed after all and have had plenty of black cocks in my life but was still a newlywed.
"Wow, cool dog, does she bite?" was all he said before reaching through the window to pat her on the head.
Instantly before I could answer "no" she had totally stapled his sweatshirt covered arm with a serious of warning bites. My dog never had done that before and at that moment I knew this guy was up to no good.
He quickly pulled his arm back and looked around to see if anyone had seen what just happened. I quickly put the nozzle to the gas pump back.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
He stated angrily caused by his embarrassment "No, I am looking for a witness before I call the cops." It was getting late on this late spring's day and the shadows seemed to grow with his demeanor.
I looked around and only saw passing cars driving fast down the road. "You reached in my car, I don't think the police are going to think it is my fault."
He pulled up his sweatshirt displaying no blood but obvious bite marks. She had gotten him good and it would be obvious that he was bitten, but nothing permanent. I looked him in the face and smiled slightly without even thinking about it.
"We can call the police or we can just work this out ourselves. It is only your word versus mine." I said without even a consideration for what that meant to him. I was honestly thinking at that moment I would pay for his tank of gas or something.
He looked me up and down again like an animal stalking his prey. I turned to see some headlights in the growing darkness pull up to the next pump.
"Follow me." He said while glancing at my license plate.
I moved around the front of my car and got into the driver's seat just like an obedient slut. When I sat down my panties were moist and then uncontrollable urges started to take over. "Maybe I should tell him to follow me home. I bet that would get rid of this lust I have built up over the last two months." I thought. "Then again maybe not." My thoughts continued as I started my car. The itch in my panties was begging for attention. But, I was trying to not give in to adulteress thoughts.
He pulled away from the gas pump and I followed him as he drove to the back of the store. No lights and just an open field behind. No cars were parked there and no windows were visible. Just a plain steel door leading into the seven eleven.
I saw the shadow of his arm waive me over to his car. I rolled up the windows to keep my dog from escaping and it was cooling off quickly enough that she would be fine.
My nipples hardened in the sports bra as the cool air hit my damp shirt.
I walked quickly to the passenger side of his car and glanced around while opening his door. I sat down and he stated "Nice."
"What do you want to forget this even happened." I stated irritated at my own lack of self-control. I realized that this was leading to my first form of cheating during my young marriage.