I knew she was interested when she kept glancing at me nervously. She was one of those tall white women with legs up to here and a head full of stories about black sexual prowess. I had been jogging and the sensation of my silk shorts against my cock had stimulated me to full readiness. With nothing between my hard on and the outside world except that thin layer of cloth, it was easy to see my state of mind and how much tool I had to work with.
Yes, she was interested.
I sat down at the little outdoor cafe, taking a table just across from hers. I stretched out so she could see all the way up the inside of my thigh. She wanted to look but was too embarrassed to stare. I began talking with her and she responded slowly at first. When my lunch came, I instructed the waitress to sit the plate on Marie's table. It was a bold move and she remarked on it.
"In Georgia, gentlemen don't invite themselves to a ladies table."
"We're in Boston," I said. "and this gentleman does what pleases him."
She blushed at my boldness but continued with the conversation. While I finished my lunch, I began thinking she was a true submissive, but one who had never been told what to do before. As I sat there with a rock hard cock and nothing to lose, I decided to play it out.
"I'll pick you up tonight for dinner and, of course, you'll be the main course. Where do you live?"
"Oh, I could never give out my address to a strange man," she replied.
"Then don't," I said. I gave her my address and told her to be there no later than 7:00. She looked almost stunned as I threw some cash on the table and walked out.
She was prompt. Right at 7:00 the doorbell rang. She had on a short, black halter top dress. It showed off her bare legs nicely. The accessibility it gave me to her body also showed off her subconscious desire to be fucked by a black man.
