1. A Very Good Friend


    Date: 8/19/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: scottsmith1717, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    cheerful text read. “This is Darryl and I’ll be your driver for tonight. I am out front and ready to depart when you are.” A flush of excitement hit Caty as her evening was underway. She was ready to relax and be pampered for a change. Heading out of her condo, she was greeted by Darryl, dressed stylishly in a slim black suit, holding the door open. He was a tall black man who looked to be in his late twenties, very fit with a bright, flashy smile. He extended his hand to her, its size covering her hand as she offered hers. “Ok Ms. Caty,” Darryl announced through the privacy panel, “we have a couple stops along the way. Just sit back and relax.” She loved the reference to ‘Ms. Caty’ and his charming ebonic draw, which she found endearing. The first stop turned out to be on the west side of town in the financial district. It was a swanky bar frequented by a lot of white collar criminals and inside traders, but that was during the week. On weekends, it was a bit more approachable as it catered to the theater going crowd. “Ok,” began Darryl as he put the limo in park, “Ms. Lynora said to go straight to the bar and ask for Danny. He’ll pour you his signature martini.” Well I’ll be damned, Caty thought incredulously, wondering how much planning went into this itinerary, not to mention the limo driver accomplice. Being relatively early in the evening still, it was not crowded at all, and that was fine by Caty. As instructed, she made her way to the bar and asked for Danny, who ...
    turned out to be a stout Scotsman with a handlebar moustache. “You must be Caty,” the jolly barkeep presumed. “I have a perfect martini for you.” As Danny crafted the drink, Caty happened to notice a man at the corner of the bar. He looked to be of Mediterranean descent, with wavy jet black hair. The brief splashes of light from his smartphone would offer more teasing detail as he checked his messages. Caty figured he was making plans for a late-night interlude with an old flame. As her drink was being served, Caty was surprised to see him walking her way. “Is this seat taken?” he asked. Now that she had an unobstructed view, she was stunned. He was on the tall side, with a masculine jawline, hazel-green eyes and a sophisticated smile. His suit hung perfectly on his broad shoulders and trim waistline, framing him like a GQ cover. Holy shit, she thought. This dude was top-shelf hot. Even the simple question regarding the vacancy of the seat was straight up sexy. This was a gorgeous man, and he was asking to sit next to her. “No, of course not.” Caty managed to respond without stammering. He introduced himself as Blake, and he was in town attending a conference on sewage and water purification technology. What the fuck is that? Caty thought. “Yeah, I’m a turd meister,” Blake offered, as if reading her mind. “That’s what we talk about at these conferences, what to do about all this shit.” Caty laughed in half relief, and Blake laughed along with her. For the next hour, they traded ...
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