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.
He took his cock in his right hand and started to relieve himself on the ground near him. The sound of his water hitting the ground flowing from his meaty black cock made me wet as my pussy pulsated and squeezed natural lube to make it wet.
With a one swift motion he took off his loin cloth and swung it on his shoulder. I stood there in awe of the majestic beast of a black african man he is. Now that I had a full view of his body that stood naked in front of me, I saw his might balls. Those were easily the size of my two hand-cups with african thick cum flowing and gushing inside of them waiting to be drained.
Hypnotized by what I was seeing, I unknowingly stepped on a branch and made a sound. As I looked down to place my feet and looked up, I saw him staring at me with a full frontal view of black african body glistening with sweat. His legs spread atleast 2 feet apart with his big black african hung flaccid dong, hanging between them.
Locked in a intense game of eye contact again this time, he gestured me towards him.
Breaking the eye contact, my eyes moved down towards his chest, his stomach, and then to his hung Black Cock as they got fixated on it.
Thats when I heard him for the first time. He spoke in his deep baritone voice that sent chills down my spine and made me go limp.
He commanded me to come to him on all fours like a wild animal.
I immediately dropped down on my knees and started to crawl towards him like a wild fox waiting for its turn on the prey.
The yard man stood there like a rock as I crawled towards him with his hung flaccid black cock hanging right above my head.
As I soon as I looked up to soak in the majestic sight, a waft of his sweaty body odour mixed with the smell of fresh water from his cock emanated and hit me on face.
The strong pheromones made my pussy pulsate and ooze the natural lube so bad I could feel my panties getting wet already.