"You look like a man who likes to eat pussy."
I stood there staring at the attractive young lady who just spoke those words to me. I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly or maybe I was still asleep and this was only a dream.
I had just moved to this city and rented a room the day after I arrived. It was in a former college dorm that was now a residence for folks looking for a cheap place to stay. It was my second night there and moments before I had been awakened by the sound of someone pounding on the door of my room. As I struggled to wake up and get out of the bed, I noticed that my clock was showing a few minutes past 2 AM.
The knocking stopped as I walked toward the sound, clothed only in the loose shorts and t-shirt I was sleeping in. I flicked the light switch to reveal the barely furnished room I was renting. Across the room was a twin bed from which I had just crawled. There was one stuffed chair in the corner nearest me, a dresser near the foot of the bed and a tall wardrobe which was a substitute for closet space. These were the only furnishings in a fairly large room. It must have been used by 2 people back in its college days.
The pounding started again, just as I unlocked the door. When I opened it I saw a young African-American woman, who looked to be in her early twenties. She was dressed in tight jeans and a loose shirt. Even in my half asleep condition I couldn't help but notice that she had a great looking ass, but not much going on under her top.
"Is James here?" She asked doubtfully. There was a surprised look on her face. I don't think she expected a white guy to answer the door; I was the only Caucasian in the building. When I informed her that I was the lone person staying here, she said, "I thought this was his room." I explained that I had just moved in so maybe he rented the room before I did, but he wasn't staying here now.
She seemed more than a little intoxicated as she blinked and asked, "You sure James isn't here?" I explained again that I was the sole occupant. "I was supposed to meet him," she informed me.
She hesitated for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed now that her original objective was no longer possible. Then I noticed her looking down and she turned her face back up to mine with a smile. "What are you thinking about?" She asked, with a sly grin. I glanced down and noticed for the first time that my sleep erection was a virtual tent pole for the big top bulge in the front of my shorts.
I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled something about just waking up and that's when she said the words that opened this narrative. "You look like a man who likes to eat pussy."
That woke me up completely and I declared, "Well, you got me there. I wouldn't say no, not if it's warm and wet."