I had promised my nephew, that I would take some still life photographs, for his English literature class. So I had my camera with me, when an accident occurred right in front of my favorite coffee shop. It just seems to happen that way.
"I'm a retired cop," and an incorrigible dirty old man, as some would say. I'm always ready to take photos of beautiful women. So I have to have my camera handy. Plus I just started here at the University as a student this semester. "To enlighten ones self as they say."
I enrolled at the local University for self improvement, but the truth is, that a big part of it is the fact that even at 60, I love the ladies. I especially love to indulge in oral sex. Also to take their pictures when I can, nude if they'll let me.
If your looking for young pussy, you can't find a better place than a collage campus.
"I'm Fred," I stand about 5'11" and weigh in at 210 lbs. With full head of grey hair and hazel eyes, I still get a faire amount of attention from the ladies. I love to hang out and watch the women at the coffee shop close to the University.
Being a former police officer, I tend to pay close attention to what is going on around me. At the corner by my favorite coffee shop, is a news stand that gets very busy toward the end of the day, when people who work in the area are on their way home. I took particular notice of a beautiful black woman, who stopped at the news stand every day like clockwork. "Renee drove a BMW Z-4," and obviously made over six figures. I can tell class when I see it, this woman must be a big wig at whatever company she works at. She stood about 5'4" and looked to be close to 130 lbs. I had seen her several times when she would go into the coffee shop for something to snack on. She was a knockout, with raven hair, mocha skin and an ass that wouldn't quit. She looked to me to have measurements of about 38-24-40. Definitely built like the proverbial brick outhouse.
One day, not too long ago, this beautiful woman had stopped as usual at the news stand. As she was pulling away from the curb, this young guy on a bike, cut right in front of her. I could tell that she had seen him and was trying to stop, but the Beemer seemed to have a mind of its own. The car started to slide, the guy on the bike disappeared under the front of the car.
Earlier in the day, I had been taking pictures around the city for my "nephew's class project, without even thinking, I started snapping pictures of the accident scene after he fell under the car."
"This guy was one lucky punk," not only was it clear, "that the accident was his fault, but he didn't even seem to be that injured." That really didn't matter though. "I can smell a lawsuit coming from a mile away." When I heard the sirens approaching the scene, I decided to get out of the area. I knew that the cops would start canvassing the area for witnesses, I didn't want anyone to know that I had taken any photo's of the accident. I wasn't sure how or when, but I knew that those pictures would come in handy some day, I would see that hot woman again.
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About two months later, "I was sitting in the coffee shop when in she walked." I've always had a knack for sniffing out an opportunity and I knew right away that this was my chance to get some of that beautiful black pussy. The only question, was how.
I decided that the first thing to do was to get her number. One of the advantages of being over 60 is that the older you are, the less suspicious people are of your motives. "I approached this hot piece of ass and introduced myself." "The first thing I wanted to do was ask her if she shaved her pussy," or if she had a "full bush of Brillo-like hair down there." But considering that I was likely to get nothing but a slap in the face if I did, "I chose not to."
I tapped her on the shoulder and said, Excuse me young lady, "My name is Fred," and I was here, outside of the coffee shop a couple of months ago. When that young man on the bike turned in front of you. "I just wanted to check and make sure that you were all right."
"BINGO," I could tell right away that I had hit the right note. The harmless dirty old man routine, "works every time." A sad smile came across her face as she introduced herself.
"I'm Renee," she said, then asked me to sit down.
"Renee," proceeded to tell me all about the law suit that was filed by the young man who had caused the accident.
"Renee stated," the guy that she hit was trying to sue her, because he thinks she has money, and that she was afraid that the law suits against her would be ruining her reputation. "My work is suffering," I may even lose my job over this and it is not my fault, Renee said.
"I gave her a sympathetic look and asked for her number in case I remembered anything about the accident that might help."
All I could think of, was that anyone that would treat a woman with an ass like hers that way, is either gay or has never had good sex. "She has an ass that would turn a gay man straight." "This is a woman's woman," the kind they sit in bars and cafes and talk about to each other. Those 38D tits are full and look so tasty, she has the smoothest tan colored skin you have ever seen. The brothers try their best to get next to this woman, but she won't have any bullshit from anybody. Girls do their thing and sing, especially when there are no men around. By the time I left the coffee shop, I had her number and I knew that I would have her too.
I decided to check into the accident and see if I could put my photos to good use. I knew the cop from AID (accident investigation division) who did the accident report and figured that if I played my cards right, I could get my hands on the official accident photos.
I spoke with my buddy in AID and asked if he thought there was anything suspicious about the accident scene. My friend would only say that he had no proof, he had to go by what was at the scene. He let me look at the photos and I grabbed a montage of them, and thanked him. I said I may have something for him later on.
"Renee, you lovely woman," I'm going to suck that lovely black pussy of yours. "Yes dear, I'll get to suck it."
I went home to check the photos from AID, against the ones that I had taken.
As I compared the photos using a magnifying glass, I noticed the difference in the scrapes and bruises on the arms of the bike rider. It showed he had moved the bandages himself to another position on his arms. This was different from where he was while under her vehicle. "BINGO." Now she has him, but she needed my photos. The photo's showed he was lying on his statement.
It also backs up the testimony of several other witnesses. "GOT CHAAAA MOTHER."
The only way Renee was going to get to those photo's, was for her to let me suck her pussy. "That would be my payment," take it or leave it, I am sure that she loves her life style to much to let this opportunity go by.
I contacted Renee, asked her to meet me at the coffee shop. Where we had met the other day.
"Renee asked me," what was up.
"I told her," that I had some information that she might be very interested in.
"Renee met me at the coffee shop," and I showed her the photos that I had taken.
"With a look in her eye," telling me that she understood that this information was for sale, she says "OK, how much".