I guess this is more a cleaning of the soul rather than a telling of a story. I am a very attractive white woman in my early fourties although most people think I am in my early thirties. I am not as slender as I once was but I still have a sexy curvy body with firm perky and pointy tits. I never wear a bra or panties no matter how short my dress or skirts is. My boyfriend and I have been playing this little game for 5 or 6 years where I will dress sexy and when we go out I like to flirt with strange black men. I guess that the black men in eastern NC are not very sexually aggressive because in all that time nothing has ever happened even though my boyfriend has always threatened me that one day a black man was going to make me pay for teasing. Nope nothing has ever happened that is until a couple of weeks ago.
It was about one oclock early Sunday morning and it was pretty dead out, I guess from everybody having to be to work the next morning. Anyways I was dressed as usual in my black heels, black thigh-highs, black mini skirt and a dark gray silky blouse with one too many buttons "accidently" unbuttened, and of course no bra or panties. We decided to stop for coffee at a Waffle Shop in a town a couple of towns away from where we live. There was a few cars in the parking lot and as usual we parked way back in a darkend part of the parking lot between a couple of other cars. We do this as to give me more room and time to walk in case I get a chance to flirt with a black guy coming to or from his car. And besides when I walk in my heels my perky white tits tend to bounce a little drawing a black guys attention right away. It was a little cool this morning and my nipples were hard and erect brushing up against the silk like material.
As soon as we walked in I could feel a set up eyes burning the clothes from my body. I looked around and noticed sitting in the back amounst some empty booths a rather large dark skinned black man smiling at me. He was proball... Læs hele novellen
