Nervous(17)
“Who says you have a choice?”
She glared at me but I met her gaze with one that made her look away. She got up from the table.
“Jonquinette, I’ve been out of the country and I thought we should spend some time together catching up, but I don’t know what comes over you when you start acting like this. Sometimes you act so evil. It’s almost like there’s two of you.”
I smirked. What an interesting choice of words!
The Queen Bitch started gathering her purse and keys.
“Aw, leaving so soon?” I asked sarcastically. I couldn’t wait for her to get the fuck out of my face.
“Jonquinette, maybe we can try this again next weekend when you’re feeling better.”
She stormed out of the restaurant, passing the waiter toting our tray of food on her way out. He watched her depart and asked, “Will the lady be returning?”
“She’s not a lady. She’s a whore,” I lashed out at him. I waved my finger at the food. “Just wrap all that up and bring me the check.”
“Whatever you like, madam.”
He was walking away when I observed how tight his ass was. I eyed him up and down as he totaled up the bill over by the bar and came back to the table.
“Here’s your check. I’ll take it whenever you’re ready.”
I handed him a fifty. “Keep the change.”
He grinned, realizing I’d just given him a healthy tip. “Thanks.”
I grabbed his wrist and read his name tag. “By the way, Antoine, what time do you get off?”
He had told me that he was getting off at eight. I intended to get off my damn self by eight-thirty. I was going to kill some time by shopping but the stores closed early on Sunday; all except the personal favorites of people on budgets like Wal-Mart and Target. I went to Wal-Mart because they did have some great buys. Plus, I liked scrutinizing people. I was quite the observer. There were a few fine men in there but all of them were on lockdown with bitches and brats surrounding them. Wimps! They just didn’t know what they were missing.
After purchasing some toiletries from the clearance aisle, I left Wal-Mart and headed back to the parking lot of the restaurant. I listened to the latest popular disc jockey on the radio and plotted my course of action in my mind.
When he came out the restaurant, dressed in tight jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket, my pussy was suddenly aflame. I turned off the battery power in my car and climbed out, following him to the side where he was about to mount a shiny red Yamaha Z6 motorcycle.
“Can a sista catch a ride?”
He came across as being shocked when he turned to find me standing there. Then he grinned. “Long time no see.”
“Yeah, well, I asked you what time you got off for a reason.”
“Look, I’m extremely flattered but I’m kind of seeing someone right now and I’m a brotha who tries to do the right thing.”
I pounced on him and flicked the tip of my tongue in his ear. “She’ll never know because I’ll never tell.”
He pushed me away slightly but I could tell he wanted some pussy. They all do.
“Um, maybe some other time. Not tonight.”
I ran my fingers across his cheek. “Listen, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. It’s just that when you waited on me in the restaurant earlier, I had this incredible fantasy about you and the next thing I knew, I was experiencing this tremendous orgasm.”
He blushed. I had his ass. “Really? What was your fantasy about?”
“Sucking your dick. Riding you. Letting you have your way with me.” I leaned closer and whispered, “You look like such a powerful man. I can tell by the bike you ride that you must like powerful things. How about you let me show you some powerful pussy?”
“Powerful pussy?” He chuckled. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard it called that.”
“That’s because you’ve probably never had any powerful pussy. I bet you’re dealing with some chick that still has a little girl mentality. She more than likely just lays there and lets you tap that ass.”
“No, she can do the damn thing when she wants to.”
I was getting offended. No one refused to give me dick. No one! I rubbed his dick through his jeans and he grew hard instantly. “I don’t want to fall in love. I don’t even want you to know my name. Let’s just take a little ride on your bike. It’s such a beautiful night. I promise it will be fun.”
He hesitated briefly and then said, “All right, why not?”
He gave me his spare helmet while he put his on. I climbed on the bike behind him and locked my arms around his waist. We pulled off into the night. I unzipped his pants and took his dick out, jacking him off as we rode. We almost crashed three times before ending up by a lake. It was gorgeous and I wondered why Jon’s tired ass had never bothered to check it out before. He cut the engine on his bike and I got off, climbing back on immediately but straddling and facing him.