Oh well, he'd just have to deal with me in a sundress and sandals. After a long shower, I figured out that my lotion didn't have a strong enough SPF f...r Florida sunshine ... so lotion and a couple Tylenol were necessary. I made a mental note to find an umbrella chair tomorrow because NOTHING was keeping me off that beach. When I was finally presentable, I went down to the lobby.I was about five minutes early, but he was already there. He was wearing tan linen pants, a Hawaiian shirt and sandals. I was disappointed, but I knew that chances were really good that he'd be back. He, like me, had come here for a reason. I also knew that black dudes - ANY men, really - who came to these arcades, were either there to get sucked off or to suck someone else off.I went into a booth and put a coupon in the slot. The video came on and I sat on the bench and took out my dick. I heard his steps approaching. Then he was standing the open door, looking in at me. I looked up. He was holding his hand,. He held me there against him gently as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. All of the sudden, he pulled away with a distant look in his eyes, as if he was suddenly focused on something entirely different. “Sydney, I just remembered something I have to do, and I have to do it now. I’m sorry. I’ll be back in a while,” he said and bolted out of the stable. I was dumb founded as I stood there. It was as if my electric current was suddenly shut off. I felt tears run down my face as I realized. You lower your head, blowing softly across my nipples making the ache for more. Leaning closer, you use the tip of your tongue to trace a full circle around one, then flicking it tenderly. You take my nipple into your warm, wet mouth, continuing to flick the tip gently with your tongue. My body reacts on its own, arching hungrily upwards, closer to the source of such pleasure. Taking the other nipple into your mouth, you give it the same skilled attention as the first. Your hands trace my.