This maybe my final story. I've learned so much from this site and enjoyed sharing with you. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you.
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Have you ever just sat back and wondered why certain things happen to people if life supposed be so random? Listen, there are three things that fascinates me about my life, my family, my work and my uncanny way of falling into interesting predicaments. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Zion Bennett and I'm from Nassau Long Island. I'm currently home on a much needed four day visit. Actually this is my last day before I head back to Laos to continue my Peace Corp mission. But this smile on my face is the basis of this story.
I left college after two years to join the Peace Corp because of a bad break up. I discovered my then fiancé Fiona was having an affair with our Economics Professor. Long story short, I beat the hell out of him and then I was arrested for aggravated assault. The judge dropped the charges with the condition that I transferred out on academic probation. Meanwhile the professor received a slap on the wrist and my fiancé passed the class with all A's, go figure. My parents wanted me to finish school near home but I on the other hand, needed to get away, as far away as possible. I remembered in High school I had this sexy ass guidance counselor named Ms. Martinez. Man I tell ya, she was every boy's crush. Image a tall slim Latina with a beautiful face, long flowing brown hair, nice ass, 34 c tits and pouty lips. I remember many a day while in her office, fantasizing about bending her over her desk and having my way with her. But I digress. I spent a lot of my senior year in her office and she had these Peace Corp pamphlets lying around. Well one day for some strange reason I decided collected one. That day turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
For the first two years I've worked humanitarian missions in Angola, Columbia and Cambodia. For the past year I've been stationed in Laos and six months in were quite interesting. Imagine me, a 6'3'' 235 lbs black man walking around the village and all the children pointing and shouting Kobe! Kobe! Kobe! Needless to say I was popular with the children, the government, not so much. It's quite rewarding helping people, sometimes I'd think I will never leave. The drama of my break up never entered my mind there and in all my twenty three years I can't remember being this happy.
After three years of self exile, I decided to take a four day holiday at the behest of my two little sister's many correspondence. It worked out perfectly because it was during the 4th of July weekend and my mom's birthday was the 5th. I knew it would totally blow my folks minds if I were to just show up, so I didn't tell anyone that I was coming home. That Thursday evening of the 2nd, I was at the bar in L.A.X. waiting for my connecting flight to NY's La Guardia airport. As I sipped my Perrier with lemon, in came this beautiful Hispanic lady struggling to haul her carry-on into the terminal. Without a second thought I rushed to her aid. Since I've been away, women were the last thing on my mind but immediately as I touched down in the States; it was all I could think about. So many beautiful ladies passed by from all walks of life and I felt like a kid at a candy store. But for every gorgeous lady that drew my attention, all of them paled in comparison to this sexy, hot Latina that stood before me.
It was obvious she came from wealth, from her black with gold trim Gucci sunglasses, her leopard Vasace blouse and tight black skirt to her black open toe Manolo Blahniks. Her richly dark long luxurious hair draped masterfully across her shoulders and down her back. Even the sunlight paid homage to her beauty, bouncing ever so gracefully off her soft olive skin. Her body structure was a work of art, a 5'8'' frame that accommodated her ample bosoms which her cleavage left little to the imagination. Her ass was the stuff of legend, lusciously round and firm; it could make an onion cry. And her legs seemed to go on forever, long, toned and silkily wrapped in her stockings. All the blood must've rushed from my head because when I reached to catch her bags I couldn't think of a clever quip to illustrate my charm;
"Please let me help you Ma'am." Ma'am?!!! Oh my GOD! I just call this magnificent woman Ma'am.
"I'm so sorry I did not mean to imply anything by that. That's just how I was raised." I humbly explained.
"Don't worry Poppy, I'm not at all offended. It's refreshing to see there are still gentlemen in the world." She responded with a smile.
"Well let me help you to the desk, it's the least I could do." I insisted.
She pulled her shades slightly down her nose, giving me a once over and said; "I'll take that offer Sir. Hmm."
We arrived to the front desk to check in her flight. As we waited for the clerk to check her ticket, I noticed an enormous diamond on a platinum engagement ring sitting next to a matching wedding band that looked equally expensive. All I could think was God bless the soul that gets to wake up next to her. Then it happened, the clerk read out her flight number and destination and instantly I reacted; "Hey that's my flight also." No sooner than I said that, the clerk said the flight had been canceled until 10 am the next morning. The look of utter horror overcame my face. Here it was 7 PM and I had limited funds, certainly not enough for a hotel and car fare which meant I had to spend the night in the L.A.X. Terminal. After I expressed that to the clerk, I slumped down, sitting on the floor as the clerk apologized and explained there wasn't anything she could do. As I sat wallowing and the beautiful Latina asked me if there were anyone I could call. I explain to her I didn't know anyone in California and that was my connecting flight from Laos. When I fully explained my situation she sighed, looked at her watch and made me a proposition.
In her beautiful Latin accent she said; "If you help my chauffeur carry my luggage to my car, I'll put you up in a hotel for the night and pick you up in the morning."
"No Ma'am Please. I'm fine, don't worry about me. I lived in villages that would make this place seem like Buckingham Palace." I pleaded in attempt to reassure.
"Nonsense, there's no way I'm leaving you here to fend for yourself in this place. Come on, gather your things and I won't take no for an answer young man. By the way my name is Carmen Garcia."
I stood up in disbelief, overwhelmed by her kindness. I shook her hand enthusiastically saying; "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Mrs. Garcia. I appreciate this so much. I'm Zion Bennett, pleased to meet you."
While I was putting her luggage in the trunk of her Bentley, I couldn't help staring at her, there was something oddly familiar about her. When she removed her sunglasses to speak with her chauffeur her profile reminded me of my High School guidance counselor Ms. Martinez. I thought; "Could this be her? It has been five years since I've seen her. It's possible she doesn't recognize me after all these years. If this is truly her, then she did very well for herself." I wanted to ask her on our way to the hotel but she was glued to her phone for the duration of the ride. When she finished texting, all she did was complain about the perils of privileged life. I just sat there awkwardly in my seat which happened to be facing hers with my line of sight right between her thighs. It didn't seem weird when she was texting but I became conscious of my staring when she slowly uncrossed her legs and removed her shades.
