She was horny and thought this trip might be a good opportunity to experiment. She wore a short beige-colored skirt, white silk blouse, suntan colored...pantyhose (as usual), with high heels and no panties under the nylons. After an hour at the bar and 3-4 cocktails she was approached by an attractive black man, who was a local. They talked (and drank) for about an hour when he asked her if she wanted to go to a party with him. Carol quickly accepted. She knew what he wanted and she was. Then it was into the BMW, short white dress riding high on her tan thighs, a treat for the occupants of any bigger vehicle that pulled alongside. Even though the evening was quite young, the lot outside Club Monaco was filled with cars and the steady thump of subwoofers carried clearly into the street as she approached the door. A uniformed doorman saw her and waved her through, much to the annoyance of many waiting in line. The club was dark, what little light there was focused on the writhing. She’d wondered why he had given her a key earlier in the evening, now she knows why. He helps her to finish unfastening his shorts and she lets them slide to the floor, and then she guides him to lay down on the bed. She slowly crawls up the bed on top of him and kisses him again while putting her hands on his shoulders as if pinning him down. When she breaks the kiss she looks at him for a moment and then slides to position one nipple over his mouth. He starts to move his hands toward her. I turned around to see a late model van of some kind pulling off on to the shoulder behind me. It rolled to a stop and flashed its lights. Trying to overcome the glare of the lights, I strained to see the driver - hoping it was someone who looked safe and trustworthy. As I walked back slowly toward the stopped van, the driver motioned for me to come over to his side which I did."You shouldn't be out here like this," the middle aged black man said to me in a fatherly tone of voice. "There are.