The first time I saw her at an all too kitschy 50s inspired burger joint I was taken aback by the warmth of her smile. As I placed my order I was mesmerized by her confident gaze and bubbly personality. Up to that point I saw her only from her youthful chocolate face down to the promising swell of her hips. She was obviously short and very adorable.
It wasn’t until she walked off to prepare the meal I’d just ordered that I noticed exactly how sexy this mocha angel really was. I found myself transfixed by her build which suggested she’d been raised on cornbread and collard greens. It would be cliche to say she reminded me of an ice cold bottle of Coca-Cola, but as cliche as it may be it was all too true. Watching her hips sway back and forth in her tight work pants made my mouth dry and my jaw seemed to almost gape completely open. I felt my dick jump through the fabric of my trousers as I watched her graceful wrist working a milkshake up and down on one of those stand-up blenders. Oh, how I wished I could feel what I hoped were soft skilled hands working my penis to a throbbing erection.
I guess it’s only fair that I tell you when this sexy bronze soldier walked into my burger joint I was awestruck. He was handsome and polite. His hand seemed to linger as he handed me cash to pay for his order and it lingered longer still as I handed him back his change. I caught an interested spark in his gorgeous brown eyes. I’d always had a thing for a man in uniform and I might have been a little too flirtatious as I casually bantered with him. He told his name was Kurt, there was no need to ask mine as it was spelled in large letters on my name tag (VICTORIA). I felt myself seem to melt under his watchful eye and was all too content to get his order finished. I went to personally prepare it for him and made sure to give him a little show as I sauntered off. Every time I caught his eye I would try to convey my interest in him. He was extremely perceptive and as I went to hand him his food he coolly slipped me a $20 with his phone number written on it. I could do nothing but smile and promise to call.
The downside of things was that he was in town on military business. He was stationed at a base less than 5 hours from my home town he revealed later that evening in conversation. We talked for hours and hours about nothing and everything. He got and held my attention because he was so easy to talk to. Something in his voice told me that I could trust him to never hurt me or be “weirded” out by some of the things I enjoyed sexually. In all honesty from the initial hello one couldn’t help but sense the sexual tension between the two of us. Over the next couple of days we exchanged phone calls and even came to my job to have lunch a couple of times. It wasn’t until about a month later that the story gets more interesting.
I left that small town with one thing on my mind…when would I return and allow this Nubian goddess to experience all that I am. I was unable for a month to take any leave days to visit her, but as soon as I was able I did. While Victoria was physically appealing, I fell for her “go getta” spirit. She worked that dead end job as a consequence for some not so intelligent decisions she’d made in her youth. What I found the most remarkable and sexy was that despite all the hardship and adversity she faced, she was strong..and still so vulnerable in a way.