I had no clue I would be meeting anyone, especially at Home Depot. I was wearing jeans, work boots and a beat up old flannel shirt. This was the week that I planned to spend rebuilding the porch around the house. I was at Home Depot picking up the nails, flashing and some miscellaneous tools. As I shut the tailgate of my truck she was walking by. She was gorgeous. The breeze pushed her fragrance toward me. She smelled so sweet, not overpowering simply enticing. I stopped and watched her, smiling to her as she passed by, âHello.â She flashed a smile, âHi.â I wondered quietly what it would take to win a woman like that. I climbed into the truck and cranked it up watching her pull away in her little BMW convertible. I knew when I saw that car that a beautiful, sophisticated black woman would not date a Z71 driving white guy. I didnât know at that moment how wrong I was.
Heading back to the house I came upon an accident that had just happened. You got it, someone had run a stop sign and T-boned her Beamer. I quickly pulled in behind her and put my flashers on. âYou okay?â I hollered. She looked a little shaken so I hopped out and ran over to her. She was sitting in the driverâs seat with the door open and her feet on the pavement, âI think soâŠuhâŠuhâŠI need to call the police.â The other driver was dazed and I think he was drunk. I told her to sit still while I called the police. They came rather quickly and not only ticketed the other driver but hauled his drunken self to jail. The wreckers came for the cars and I introduced myself, âIâm sorry for all youâre trouble. Iâm Steven Edwards. Can I drop you somewhere?â
âThank you Steve, Iâm Carrie Whit. I donât want to inconvenience you. Youâve been so nice to help me already. Iâm sure this wasnât the way you planned to spend your morning.â
I laughed. âItâs no problem. Iâm just glad you werenât hurt. You tell me where I can drop you,â I smiled.
âCould you drop me at my home?â
âNo problem. I hope you donât mind riding in a truck,â I laughed.
âNo, not at all.â I helped her climb into the truck. The hem of her short skirt rode all the way to her crotch as she tried to climb in the truck giving me a view of the most luxurious stocking covered leg and pussy I had ever seen. She slid back against me and laughed a bit. I told her to turn around and face me and kind of hop up and back while I lifted her under her arms into the seat. I put my hands under her arms with her facing me and lifted getting a full feel of her soft full right tit. She smiled as she hopped backward into the seat. I pulled the seatbelt around her and winked, âsafety first,â as she settled back into the leather seat. Just the sight and feel of her body against me started a bulge growing in my jeans. When I climbed into the driverâs seat I noticed her eyes fixed on my bulge. She didnât say anything, she just bit her lip and rolled her lower lip off her upper teeth with a twinkle in her eyes. What a seduction. All I could think to say was, âitâs gettingâ kinda hot in here, need some air?â