"Are you nervous?" asked Lisa, as she and Dean sat at corner of the dimly lit bar.
"More excited than nervous" uttered Dean as he clasped her hand a little tighter and smiled.
She smiled back and said "Same."
After a few seconds of silence Dean asked "is this making you...excited though? Like down there?"
Lisa bit her lip and cocked her eyebrow in that way that always signaled to Dean that she was getting a little worked up. "Uh huh" she smiled and nodded.
"Same." said Dean.
Each time the door opened, the two of them, without wanting to look too eager to each other (or the person walking in) glanced over at who was walking in. There was a steady parade of patrons entering: a skinny hipster guy with tussled blonde hair, two Asian college aged girls, a 30-something woman in glasses with a book.
As 5:01 PM hit, both Lisa and Dean's conversation had drawn to a slow crawl; they knew that the strong, handsome, athletic Black bull they had been messaging online would would walk in any second. 5:02 went by, then 5:03. Any second now.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in he walked. Tall, broad shoulders, and a million dollar smile. He was wearing a suit jacket, dark blue jeans, and short black hair. He met eyes with them and walked right over the bar to greet her. The white couple stood up straight from their bar seats as if a drill sergeant had walked into their barracks.
"Hey y'all, I'm Marcus" he grinned as he approached. He quickly reached out to Dean's hand, giving it a healthy squeeze. "Dean" uttered the white would-be cuck, as he quietly admired the strength of the Black bull's handshake.
Marcus turned more slowly and deliberately to Lisa, his powerful, masculine brown eyes meeting her stunning green ones. In what felt like several seconds, he scanned her beautiful face, and gave her body a quick up and down look. He admired her long, soft brunette hair, her cute nose and pouty lips. He appreciated the black mini skirt and white top he had asked her to wear in their message exchange earlier that week. After all, he had been drawn to their online pictures largely because of his affinity for legs and beautiful asses on white women. And she was a Goddess before him.
"Damn girl" he chuckled as he looked off to the side to break the intensity.
The three of them laughed nervously but with a pointed, undeniable excitement. "Shall we sit?" Dean nervously blurted, as Lisa and Marcus locked eyes and smiled for another moment.
Marcus sat to the right of Lisa at the corner of the bar, perpendicular to her, while Dean sat on her left side. Right away, she felt the excitement of being in the middle of two men: one her sub, one her superior. She crossed her legs and settled in for a their first encounter.
She turned to Dean on her left. "Drinks," she instructed.
"Of course!" said Dean as he ordered Negronis for all three.
She broke the ice by telling Marcus her first impression right away: "Wow, you look even more like Idris Elba than you do in your pictures" she blushed. "Do you get that a lot?"
"All the time" smiled Marcus as she smiled back excitedly. She put her hand on his shoulder for a moment "and who do I look like?" she asked. "Definitely a younger Katie Holmes" he grinned, "just my type." The two were settling in just fine.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, pleasantries and small talk ensued. Nothing profound, but just enough to get a sense of their different personalities, the way their voices and verbal pacing danced with each other, what sorts of tones and topics elicited smiles and laughter.
Lisa and Marcus did most of the talking as they faced each other on the corner of the bar. As more negroni sips were taken, Lisa found that her eye contact with Marcus became more at ease, more comforting, and more pleasurable. It was difficult to detect the moment when she really started to feel their sexual chemistry, but after their first negroni, she found herself swimming in it.
As Marcus shared details of his life, she became more turned on by his deep voice, his lingo, his cool, sexy vibe, and especially those strong Black hands gripping his cocktail glass. Her mind drifted away from the words he was saying as she imaged the very real possibility that she would soon feel those same hands on her body; on her face, her small soft breasts, her thighs, her ass. She imagined what his fingers would taste like in her mouth, how they would feel stroking her face and her neck, and how electric they would feel between her legs.
"I'm sorry" she blurted out while he was in the middle of describing bars he likes in his neighborhood. "I'm getting really distracted by your...your whole...just your whole vibe here" she laughed as she put her hand over her mouth. She was a little embarrassed having interrupted him, but he reassured her: "Well I don't mind that at all, beautiful" he shot back: "I tend to have that affect on white women, especially their first time doing this." They smiled as she stirred her drink with a straw and took another sip.
Lisa signalled to Dean that her glass was low, and he ordered another round of delicious negronis. They went down even nicer the second time around.
At some point, Dean noticed that Lisa's back was almost completely turned from him, even as she held his hand. She and Marcus were getting increasingly lost in conversation and eye contact. At this point, Dean couldn't even hear what they were talking about as the bar filled up with patrons behind them. All of her attention was on Marcus, his sultry voice, his hands, arms, chest, and body, his beautiful Black demeanor and style.
Suddenly Dean noticed that Marcus's hand was on her thigh and his thumb was softly caressing her knee under the bar. She stroked the top of his hand with hers and liked the way his skin felt. Dean's heart skipped as he saw Marcus's fingers softly but powerfully caress the insides of Lisa's beautiful white thighs. Her voice became softer, hushed in volume. Her smiles and flirtations were now in full force: this extremely handsome man has been giving her a preview of what his touch does to women, and she was all in.
Dean then noticed her lean over and whispered something directly into Marcus's ear. She stood up and gave Dean her first glance behind her in several minutes, with a devious grin. She looked around the now-crowded bar, saw that everyone was engaged in conversation, and quickly, tactfully pulled her panties down from under her skirt without anyone noticing. She turned back to Marcus, opened his big Black hand with hers, and handed him a pair of her Goddess-scented soft pink panties, at this point slightly damp with her juices from their flirtations. "I'll be right back, Daddy" she said to him, before walking to the ladies room.
Dean and Marcus sat quietly for a few seconds with the empty seat between them. Marcus, without much regard for Dean's presence discretely brought the panties to his nose and sniffed. His eyes rolled back briefly. "Mmm" he quietly moaned in a low grunt. Dean's heart rate quickened, as he sat quietly watching a Black man inhale the scent of his woman's beautiful white pussy, just two bar seats away. This was insanely hot.
"Having fun?" Dean asked nervously. "Absolutely, man" Marcus grinned, as he raised his negroni to clink glasses with Dean's.
Dean fumbled for more conversation starter: "We've never done this before, but she really likes you. She saw your picture online and said you were the one."
"I'm flattered man" Marcus answered as he took another sip.
