Our Eyes Met, Then She Got in My Car…
Meeting Vanessa: Part One
It had been a long day, and I needed to clear my head. I took a cold shower, and wearing shorts and a linen button-down shirt, I hopped into my car and went for a drive. My top 3 buttons were open, and my car roof was down. The wind tussled my afro like it was my babe, and I didn’t mind at all.
Buju was singing his line “I like the way I’m feeling now” through the car speakers, and I could relate die!!!!
My mood was so much better now, and all I felt was missing was a beautiful lady to enjoy it with.
The universe must have been listening to my thoughts then because I had barely finished thinking it when I hit a red light and had to stop. This dark-skinned, tall, and gorgeous woman with legs long enough to ruin me walked up and stopped by my car. “Hi, it’s late, and I might be here for ages before I get a cab. Can you give me a ride? I’m headed to the beach.” She leaned in then, and I didn’t know where to settle—her beautiful green eyes or right in-between her breasts, where her pendant had gotten lost in. “My lips are up here”, she said, “you can meet them if you’d like, but about that ride…”
“I’ll give you that ride if you give me your name,” I said. We were both smiling now; we knew this game. “Give me that ride, and I might give you more than my name,” her lashes flustered as she said this, the red traffic light reflecting off them and turning up the heat. I pretended to think about it a while and then said, “Sure, you’ve got a deal.”
She didn’t open the car door; she just swung her legs one after the other and then fixed the seatbelt. Drumming on the dashboard, she counted down with the traffic lights timer, “4, 3, 2, 1, let’s go!!!” She had her hands in the air like we were at the club, and I just kept watching her. The honks from behind me jolted me, and I stepped on it!
“My name’s Vanessa,” she said, “you can call me Nessa.” Lekki traffic was light that night, and we were soon turning off the express into the little roads of VI, closing on the beach. I had spent the ride watching more than just the road…
Right before we turned off into the landmark, Nessa said, “Stop here, please.”
When. Goddess tells you to stop; you stop. I stopped.
As soon as I did, she unclipped her seatbelt and exchanged her shotgun seat for my lap. Her lips locked onto mine, and the surprise hit me. But only for a short time. I started reciprocating, and the night went to an all-new high.
Her hands slipped through the opening of my shirt and roamed over every inch of skin they could find. Our kiss went French from the jump, but we’d have humiliated the French. If the wind were tussling my hair before, we’d have to find a new word for what Vanessa was doing to it now.
My hands traveled too. They went from her face to the perfect sculpting of her shoulders to her breasts that were bountiful and swollen, with nipples as thick and as hard as my member. My hands went down her belly, enjoying the warmth of her exposed skin against the cold night air from the beach near us. I massaged her thick thighs and then her ass, and boy, did she have an ass! Those cheeks perked and cheered me up indeed!
The red light of a passing car caught my attention, and I realized we were still out in the open and our roof was down. I said as much as I could about that to her while I reached for the roof button.
“Don’t, let them watch.” I have never been an exhibitionist, but the idea really seemed appealing to me at that time. She noticed I was only just warming up to the idea and she leaned further into me and, with her lips wet with our saliva, whispered to me, “Stick with me, stranger, I’ll show you a whole new world.”
Watch out for our next post to find out more about what Vanessa showed our Afro-headed boy.