Chapter 3: The Unfinished Business
I woke up at 4.30am the next morning to go for my morning runs. Feeling freshen up and with a renewed energy to take in the fresh air and burn some calories, tied my hair in a pony and got dressed in my previous days jogging outfit that were reeking of my sweet sweaty aroma. As if half expecting animal instincts to kick in and the Yard Man to find me just by my sweat.
I stepped out on the lawn and gazed upon the 5th trail.
The sun was about to rise and it was the twilight hour with no sounds of nature as if it was nature's way of saying that a predator is on the prowl.
Nonetheless, I took few deep breaths, stretched my body a bit and started to jog...taking the very 5th trail.
This time i did not put on my music so as to be as much aware of my surroundings as possible. The path, now slightly familiar, helped me ease up a bit as i started to jog at a leisurely pace all the while keeping my senses on vigil.
15 min into the trail is when I noticed him.
I stopped dead in my tracks making sure to not make a sound.
The Yard Man stood 50 yards away with his back towards me.
He was not wearing anything on top but the same old ragged white cloth around his loins from yesterday. It looked a lot dirtier then before but he looked a lot sexier this time with the majestic view of his broad black back glistening with sweat.
I soaked in the view of the Yard Man fom behind. His hands moving in a rhythmic motion to dig a hole so much deep this time.
His firm black african butts sticking to the loin cloth with sweat dripping of his thighs and calves.
I got off my trail and stepped inside the tree line so as to not make myself conspicuously visible. Gently and slowly moving towards the Yard Man in a parallel path until I stood 10 yards from him towards his right and hid behind the tree.
The dense foliage of over grown bamboo trees provided a good cover to my lean petite body.
With his rhythmic hypnotic motion of arms to move the rake and dig the hole, I stood transfixed behind the tree as I soaked in the full view of his body without having to worry about him seeing me.
Suddenly, he stopped digging the hole and stood at his spot wiping the sweat of his forehead and dropped down his rake on the ground.
Not sure what was he upto, I stood there staring at him for his next move as if in awe of the beauty of his black african body.
The Yard Man, lifted his dirty ragged loin cloth... and thats when I saw it for the first time.
His sweaty Black African Dong hung there like a meaty mass. He was easily 7 inches long even when he was flaccid.
My mouth dropped open and my pink lips spread apart at the spectacular sight of the Big Black Cock.
The veins on his cock were gushing with blood and supplying all the nutrients he needed to keep that meaty mass long and thick.