Sexual Persuasion

Exotic Chapter 2: A True Gentleman

It was eighty three degrees in my hometown Miami, Florida. With light breezes certainly made it possible to muster through the heat. I had decided to wear a coffee colored crop top set that showed off my belly piercing. My waistline was right and tight in the crop top skirt. Hugging every curve of my lower body, down to my ankles... Then I began to think of what footwear goes with this "Freak 'em" set. I accentuated my options, deciding on my black Jimmy Choo open toe stilettos. I had decided to take myself out for a bite to eat, since today I didn't have to work. I was a public defender by day, yet a "spicy" Latina woman, with an appetizing love life by nightfall. It was new for me to be alone, since I had just broken up with my fiancé Walter Burnabe eight months ago. The relationship turned out to be a complete disaster, he was a serial dater. With no intention of halting at a stop anytime soon. Looking out the window of my Burgundy CLA250 Mercedes Benz, I began chuckling at the thought of being "Mrs." Isabella Burnabe. He had multiple women and we were all proposed to with a 2 carat diamond ring, to become his wife in the near future. And now I get the chance to see what it's like to have multiple men at once. I'm not saying I'm a player or that I take these guys for granted, like they seem to always treat women. I don't want nothing but dick and dinner from them and nothing more, nothing less.

I pulled off into the sunset, not knowing where I should be heading off to next. I stopped at a nearby Wine and Spirits store not to far from my home. Walking through the entry doors I began observing the options that I thought would be delightful. Having to keep in mind, I would be sipping under the circumstances of going to bed alone. I decided to grab a pint of the Remy Martin V (White Cognac) and a 24 oz bottle of Minute Maid Lemonade. It goes good together and it was sturdy in getting the job done to unwind. Although it was not a ladylike drink to consume, it was the random choice I preferred for the night. Making my way to the checkout counter, I proceeded to show my identification card and pay for my items. As I was standing there in the line, I seen this attractive gentleman that had to be in his early thirties. I could tell by the way he carried himself. He had this refined appearance that gave you an insight to his preference. The kind of man that rather have an intimate night alone with a woman, rather than a night out at the gentlemen's club with the "muchachos". I tried not to stare at him in such a vulgar manner, but it was too late. As I was waiting on my receipt and remaining change I realized, he had clearly noticed me looking at him. And I was staring at him like he was a "plátano división" with a special request of anacardos, instead of miseria. Make that double with extra whip cream on top, mmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm. I slowly veered my focus off of him, making my exit out of the store. I then began to enter the driver's side of my vehicle. Before pulling off I wanted to watch that same guy that I had indiscreetly set my eyes on.
A few minutes later there he was, coming out of the store licking his lips. To me it looked as if, he could eat me out of my life savings with lips like that. He was at least 6'4 in height, dark skinned, with a bald clean shaved head, muscular built between the range of 180-220 pounds. I looked him up and down, then glanced into his eyes. He happened to look up in the direction of my car. And caught me looking like I was parch, from being so damn thirsty. He started walking towards my car. My first thought was to pull off. My second thought was act as if you lost your wallet. Tapping on my window he grinned with a puzzled look on his face. "My apologies gorgeous, but it looks like there is something you wanted to ask me....? You did anything wrong by gawking at me like you seen something that you like. That is not a crime pretty lady.... No need to be blush at that", he said jokingly.
Simply correcting his observance I replied, "I was trying to figure out where did I drop my wallet. I was not looking at you, just looking at the store entrance to see if I dropped it anywhere."

"Oh you mean that cute little wallet right there?", he asked slightly laughing. I looked down as my wallet stuck out of my purse like a sore thumb.

I slowly tried to explain, "I am so embarrassed..... I will just be on my way before I start to look like a deerstalker to you." I was turning bright red at this point, even though my skin complexion is pale. I slightly let the window down further to see what else he wanted to vainly joke about, at this point in the awkward situation.