Franklin stood quietly by the door watching proceedings.
The main party was some sort of celebration for a young girl with a bewitching smile. Actually she was a very beautiful girl, a five foot six inch doll, blond blue/grey eyes, neat little tits and an extremely shapely ass. Her hair was tied up into a band that let just the odd piece escape, so her oval face didn't look too severe. How could it with that ready smile, displaying her even teeth and those dimples! Her long vanilla satin dress had a fairly high front, no sleeves, just shoulder straps. Some embroidery tracing around her bosom. She was with her parents, grandparents and a young man, too familiar in front of the parents to be a boy friend - must be her brother - plus two younger girls, both like her sufficiently for Franklin to put them down as younger sisters. In a few years they would be as delectable as their older sister, Franklin thought.
Tonight his thoughts centred on the girl. She was about eighteen - could it be a graduation party, it was the right time of the year. He watched her dance with her grandfather - what a waste - then her brother of whom she was obviously very fond. But most of all she danced with her father - again a man she clearly adored. And who adored her too.
Franklin served drinks. He carried a tray full of champagne glasses. He wore white cotton gloves. He felt ridiculous in his bottle green frock coat and silver buckled shoes.
She took a glass of champagne from the tray, smiled very sweetly at him and thanked him. He hoped she would never recognise him if ever she saw him again. A few minutes later and his shift was thankfully over.
He went home and changed into jeans and T-shirt.
But he couldn't stop thinking about the girl. He didn't even know her name or where she lived. He almost ran back to the marquee where the party was being held. It was attached to the side of the hotel where presumably they were all staying for the weekend.
He found a vantage point just outside the door. It was a warm evening and the flaps were opened up for air circulation, affording him a good view.
If asked, Franklin would be unable to explain what drew him so strongly, so persistently to this girl. He was not naturally an admirer of white girls. He didn't dislike them. He just didn't consider them within his range of interest. Whenever he dreamed of girls - which he did often enough - He dreamed of crackers from the black community. His fancies included Halle Berry, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Angela Bassett, Sophie Okenedo and Meagan Good. His only problem was choosing which one to share his dreams with.
So it was with a strange feeling almost like betrayal that he felt as he regarded the near perfect contours of the vanilla clad girl's body. Her pert breasts, still on the small side but absolutely lovely in proportion to the rest of her. The electrifying curves as her hips blended into her waist, her cosmically attractive ass, the whole moving under the rustling vanilla satin. What a feast the girl's body was for any young man's eyes. What heavenly hills and dales to explore with his hands, What a sensuous paradise on two legs she represented.
'What a waste of time,' he thought. 'I've got as much chance with her as I would have with that Latino,,. Jennifer Lopez.'
'I should go home, take a cold shower and get some sleep," he cajoled himself.
Then the girl appeared at the entrance. She ducked under the flap and was there out in the open. Under the stars. Under the same sky as him! As she walked, he sidled round a small tent to remain out of sight.
She walked on. The grass was wet. She lifted her dress a few inches.
Her nylon-clad legs were as elegantly perfect as he had suspected. She passed some sand dunes and was through to the beach. She walked along by the water's edge.
Franklin ducked down and raced noiselessly towards a group of tents where there had been some sort of exhibition and sale earlier that day.
He leaned back against one of the tents, relaxing and feeling the cool canvas material on his back.
Unconsciously he had been stroking his groin. Now he released his cock, exercising it in his hand in a way that was all too familiar to him lately.
She was walking close to the water. Somewhere in the far distance, a big ship or a fast speedboat had created a wave. It travelled towards the shore in it's own time. The calm water gradually reduced it, but as it approached the shallows, it seemed to be reborn. It was never big. It registered on no meters. But it swirled in catching the girl by surprise. Before she could move, it covered her shoes and the bottom four inches of her stockings, as well as a couple in inches of her dress.
She turned and hurried towards the tented area. She leaned on the material just as Franklin was doing. She lifted up the hem of her dress, took off her shoes and then, to Franklin's delight, raised her dress up to her waist.
He saw then that she was not only wearing stockings, but unusually for an eighteen-year-old, she had on a garter belt. The sight made Franklin's cock harden and grow another inch. He was near her and had to control his breathing to avoid being discovered. Now she was unclipping the stockings and carefully rolling them down, one by one. There was a flash of white right up between her legs.
'Was that a pair of satin panties,' he thought. He worked harder on his cock. But he made too much noise and she was startled.
"Who's there?" she called sharply.
Franklin was trying to get upright but he had been in that position long enough for his back to get very stiff. He made a great effort, managed to propel himself upright and took himself staggering right up to the girl. He straightened up.
What she saw was what she took for a drunken young black man with his fly open and his cock hanging out. Naturally she assumed the worst.
"Please don't hurt me," she cried out.
Franklin had no intention of hurting her, or anyone else for that matter. He was just very embarrassed and confused. How had things come to this pretty pass?
