Free Best Black Women's Erotica by Blanche Richardson Page A

down into drinks. A couple moved together on the dance floor. Doris Ann
was playing pool with Corduroy as another man watched. I took George’s hand and moved it toward my waist. He kissed the side of my face as he pulled my panties aside with the hook of his finger then slowly slid his finger inside me. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, to watch him watching me, but once I felt his finger I let my head fall back. I was almost embarrassed at how wet I was. It had been so long, my body felt like it was made of nothing more than a single aching need.
    â€œDo you like that?” he said, pushing his thick finger in deeper. He slipped another finger in and glided them both in and out with a steady pressure. He kissed my neck as I tried my best to rock my hips against the rhythm of his fingers. I was surprised by how much I wanted him.
    â€œI want to taste your pussy,” he whispered. “I want to taste you in my mouth.”
    I opened my eyes and held his chin in my hand. “Two hundred.”
    He took out two bills and held them up in the air. “Fine.”
    I snatched the money before he could change his mind then stood and motioned toward the door.
    Doris Ann was still playing pool as we made our way out. “You leavin’ already?”
    â€œNo,” I said over the awful music. “Just getting some fresh air.”
    I led George out to the parking lot. The cold air helped me come off my buzz some, but I was definitely drunk. There was a single light over the back door of the Chinese restaurant, but it wasn’t bright enough to light the entire parking lot. Five or six cars were parked here and there. George and I hid in the back between a brick wall and a delivery truck with Chinese lettering. The only way we could be seen was if someone stood directly in front of us.
    George kept his face directly in front of mine as he drove his hands under my blouse, lifting my bra so that he could run
his cool fingertips over my breasts. When he felt my nipples harden, he unlatched my bra and took both my breasts in his hands, squeezing and caressing them. When he felt my body begin to sway, he got on his knees and lifted my skirt. He rubbed my thighs and ass while staring up into my face and then finally began to roll my panties down my legs, slowly, carefully, as if I were a delicacy he wanted to savor.
    He paused when he saw me naked like that. “My God,” he said. “My God.” And then he buried his face in my pubic hair, taking a long deep breath before finally pressing his tongue against my clitoris. I clutched the bills he’d given me in one hand and with the other held the back of his head, running my fingers through his thick hair. He moved his tongue inside me, pushing in deeper and deeper while using a finger to play with my clit. He used his finger and tongue until I could feel myself on the verge of coming. “Jorge,” I said, my voice sounding far, far away. “Jorge…I…”
    He stood up and pressed his body into mine. His breath was hot against my face and smelled of gin. “What?” he asked, kissing my neck. “What, Leah? Tell me.” I could feel his cold belt buckle against my bare stomach, his erection pushing itself against my naked pelvis. I wanted to say that I wanted more. I wanted to say that I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to say I’d never had it so good. But instead I tried my best to catch my breath, to gather my thoughts. He put both hands up against the wall as though he were trapping me. “What were you going to say, Miss Leah?”
    I unzipped his pants, pressed my hand against his stomach and carefully slid it down the inside of his underwear so I could wrap it around his penis. I started kissing his neck, inhaling his musk cologne. “I was going to ask if you want more.”
    I could feel his penis throbbing inside my hand, thick, warm, and then he let his body move forward, his