I was working in Boston yesterday until 5:00 so I decided to go out to have a few drinks afterward with my co-workers, since we hardly ever hung out together in the city. My husband knew I wasn’t coming home right away, so I wasn't worried. I was soon bored silly, however, since my co- workers who I see almost every day, are neither all that cool nor that much fun. I wasn't dressed all that sexy either, but only had on a work dress. After a while, my mind started to wonder and I was thinking about sex and how I just wanted to leave. I decided I wasn't taking the train home and I ordered a Uber.
I was notified about fifteen minutes later that my ride had arrived and I said my goodbyes and see you on Monday. ..blah.. blah… blah…I went outside and saw the car. As I approached, I could see that the driver was a very dark skinned black man. I got into the front seat next to him which startled him. I said hello, and asked if it was ok to sit in front with him.
He said, “Yes.”
We began our ride to my house. I could tell he had an accent which interested me. I wanted to talk to him since he seemed nervous and I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. I asked where he was from
He said. "I am from Chelsea.”
I laughed and said, “ No. Where are you really from?”
He smiled and said, “South Africa.”
I said, “It must be nice.”
He said, “No.”
As we began our conversation, I moved around to face him to see if he had any interest in me.
I said, “Well you must be happy to have so many American women want you!”
He laughed and said, “Not at all, nobody even talks to me.’”
I was doing all I could to see if he would take my hints and continued the conversation.
I then said, “I don't believe that at all are you married?”
He said, “No, I live with two friends in an apartment.”
I then asked, “Do they get mad when you bring women over all the time.”
Once again he laughed and said, “I have been in the country now almost five years but have dated only one woman, that I met who was from my country. And she was fat!”
I laughed and made him think I didn't believe him. I said,” I believe you are modest. White women must be are all over you!” He said that he hasn't even kissed a white women.
I told him, “Oh you just don't like us, it’s okay, I get it.”
He said, “NOOO just the opposite.”
I said, “I can’t believe a gorgeous man like yourself, doesn't have them all over him.”
He laughed and we continue to talk, since I wanted to give it a few more shots before we got too close to my home. We talked more and I tried to get him to be sexually motivated. I finally asked, “Well I heard South African men are hung?”
He didn't understand but I think he must have had some kind of understanding so, I said,“ You know huge penis.”
He admitted with a smile it was true. I said, “I knew it! Come on how big?”
He just said, “Big.”
I said, “Come on tell me.”
He said he never measured, so I used my fingers to say this big.
He said, “No.”
I said, “This big’”
He said, Bigger.”
I said, “Oh come on really!”
He said, “Yes.”
I then said, “This big?” opening my fingers longer.
He said, “A little shorter.”
I said, “Oh now you are just bragging.” I laughed and said, “Can I see it?”
He said, “I don't think so.”
I said, “Come on I’ll show mine if you show me yours.”
He went silent and said, “Really?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “You will show me your pussy if I show you my penis?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “Ok.”
I moved around and faced him my legs as close to him as possible and hiked up my dress.