1. coffee, tea or me


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Interracial Sex, Author: nvrenufbbc4madee, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    Lately it just gets easier and easier for me to get into compromising positions when I was least expecting to with black men I meet in different public places. Tuesday morning was just typical of how it goes now for me, and it’s like I am not trying, it just happens. Like it’s out of my hands, or control anymore to prevent it, so I just flow with it. At Starbucks Tuesday, before 8:30 A.M. it happened again, and I’m so thrilled it did. I stop in there every day pretty much lust a little after 8 and a couple of weeks ago I saw a younger -30ish- black man inside, wearing his black and red uniform, driving a gas truck for a company in the area. He was gorgeous! Maybe a hair under six foot tall, very fit, like an athlete, muscular and beautiful. My pussy became soaked upon seeing him. I flirted with him in a very direct way, but he went outside and drove off before I could see him out there. I was sad over not asking for his number or email or something. When I saw him Tuesday last week again, I smiled at him when he spotted me in line coming in. I could tell by his reaction he was happy, very happy to see me. I completed my business and moved slowly as possible towards the door, while staring at him, as he stared at me. Last second I pushed my lips tight to make a kiss to him. I got in my car and waited for him to come out. I watched him walk to his truck and get in, that was my cue. Pulling out, I drove immediately in front of his truck and waved to him to come out and talk for ...
    a second. He stepped out onto the ground, and slowly walked like a tightly wound coil to my passenger side front window. “Do you know much about cars, anything at all?” He didn’t answer real quick, he took his time and checked my cars interior, or something in my car, out carefully, before he shrugged his thick shoulders. “Maybe a little, not much.” We were both smiling so wide and I was almost giddy with delight being so close to him, but I managed to maintain and say, “do you have a minute to listen to the engine and tell me if you hear anything weird?” He stood straight, then bent back over. “Sure, rev the motor.” He stood and took a step from the window. “Well get in then, you can’t hear it unless it’s moving.” He got in and I introduced myself, then so did he. I drove directly towards the rear of the complex as he listened for phantom noises. “I don’t hear anything,” he said as I slipped around back. “Let me park and see if you can hear it outside,” and I pulled into the most secluded spot I could find, popped the hood and got out as he did. He raised the hood and I inched toward him and made contact “Accidently” with my butt and bent forward as if to listen, then I acted as if I heard something and pointed to a spoton the opposite side of me, urging him to lean in and try to hear it, all while I lean my ass into him and grind up against him. When I turned to face him, he took hold of me, spun me and kissed me, and it was on. “You know where you can really hear the noise ...
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