It had to have been the hottest day of the summer, and the most uneventful part of the week, when Harlee's imagination began to run wild with spontaneous acts of recklessness.
Harlee was always trying to get her friends to spend their time doing other activities besides thotting it up and being belligerent at someone's lounge. This summer, however, her best friends were studying abroad and her acquaintances were surprisingly all in relationships, which only made her sexually deprived mind even more annoyed.
Bree, Harlee's best friend always told her how much fun Atlanta would be. "Girl, the men there are rich, thick and fine!"
Bree's grandmother lived in East Cobb and she would visit during the summers and convinced herself Atlanta was where she had to be for college. Three years in, Harlee still wasn't entirely sold. "If you enjoy the wasps sucking the blood from your bones, and the gnats killing an entire picnic, or drowning deep in the thick humidity of southern summers then you're basically insane," Harlee voiced.
Bree and Harlee were roommates, but while on summer break Harlee stayed at Bree's grandmother's while Bree taught English in Indonesia for the summer.
"Alright chick I'm going to go... your granny still won't turn the air on and I'm dying of boredom. I'll see you in a few weeks," Harlee told Bree over their video chat.
"She's old she don't feel heat anymore," Bree quipped back. They said their goodbyes and Harlee laid across the bed pulling out her phone to plot an escape from the oven.
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Harlee decided to take the train downtown to get in some of her own sightseeing and light shopping. When she arrived at Little 5 Points she began to notice the rowdiness of the teenagers and young college students making sure she avoided them at all cost.
"Hey baby, you lookin' good... I like that top," some guy called to her as she passed by the parking lot. Harlee was very attractive, yet modest and she always hated when people commented on her appearance. She had honey-colored skin, and a mixture of dark and sandy brown bushy head of curls.
She was 5'2 and very curvy in the right places. Her breasts were full C's and her ass was full of jiggle. Her hazel eyes and curly hair were the dead giveaway that she was mixed: German on her mother's and Black on her father's.
Her lips were full and pouty and she had a killer smile after years of braces. She used to be a gymnast, so her athletic under tone was still noticeable in her arms and legs. The flow pants and crop top she wore accentuated her body nicely with little effort.
She blushed and smiled politely, but continued to walk her way to a nearby park. Harlee loved men in the summer time. She felt it was the only real time to see what was under the hood without asking or finding out before it was too late. She usually spent some of her free time men watching at parks or at the gym, seeing men in their natural habitat turned her on tremendously.
Just seeing the sweat bouncing off their chest during a workout and their penises bulging out of their shorts was an eye full enough for her sometimes, it always gave her something to fantasize about when she played with herself after failed sexcapades.
Atlanta did have plenty of men for her to experience and experiment with, but most of the men she dealt with lacked in one or more areas of her checklist.
There were only three things a man needed to be right for her: He had to stimulate her mentally, physically and sexually... and not all the time in that order. Some of the men she had been with were beyond fine and she could fuck them without a doubt in her mind but most of the time they couldn't stimulate her mind, so it hardly lasted longer than a week or two.
Harlee dabbled in the mentally stimulating men from school but some way or another they never could stimulate her sexually. So most of her recent flings had been either a one night stans after a night out at the bars or from a kickback. She figured she can at least get her rocks knocked off during the summer because once school started again she would have to focus on her school work.
She found a spot farthest away from the basketball court under a tree and pulled out her book and pretended to read, as she watched a local tournament take place. There were all types of men out that day. Short ones, tall ones, toned ones, fat ones, black, white, Hispanic, she definitely felt like a kid in the candy store. Just the thought of anyone of them made her cheeks flush and panties moist.
It was late in the day and she could possible already foreshadow herself getting into some sort of trouble tonight. Men were the only hot and sticky activity she was interested at that point. All the men were incredibly different, she felt like she was gazing in her own personal African Safari. As she gazed amongst the plains her mouth and pussy became wet, she licked her lips like a lioness stalking her prey. She scoured out her options one by one as they clung together during the game like wild animals.
The idea of working up a real sweat in that heat smack dab in middle of June excited her. The thrill she always got rolling around in a strangers bed made her mind spin, creating bodily secretions, and driving a man crazy just for a night made even the tiniest hairs on the back of her neck rise.
After a few hours of preying and reading; her pack of wolves continued to play on her concert safari, one man stood out to her. He had come about half way through her time out there. The hunger, the thirst, and her conquest to quench her desires locked eyes on him and she was not about to let him go.
He was perfect and his body was appetizing. His perfectly dusky and toned physique had a well-placed large tribal tattoo that hugged his chest and wrapped around his shoulder and swam down his forearm. His swimming pool dimples on his cheeks and his Colgate smile... from where she sat she could hear his sexy chuckles that followed by smoother then butter laughter.
She studied his body, and he defiantly stimulated her pussy. More inquisitive about this sweaty player he looked very much worked out, his legs were strong and defined as if he was a runner and he had muscles piled sky high all over his torso. He had a smooth lineup that led all the way up to his dark brown man bun, even with his face drenched in sweat and hair messy he still looked amazing.
Harlee knew she had to act fast as the game started to wrap up. She was never really good at flirting but she did know how to make men look at her. She stalked as sexy as she could to the court and made sure she grabbed his attention.
With a swift push up of her soft breast and an extra pout of her already full lips she promenaded towards the water fountains in hopes to catch him. This train was not stropping until it reached the station.
When the game finished he panted and lightly jogged to the water fountain. He was defiantly checking her out bent over the fence as she pretended to be looking for something in her bag.
"Hey," he said, as he caught his breath.
She smiled. 'Got em'.
"Hey." She blinked up at him with big doe eyes.
