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 a...low 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. Towards the end of the night I let them stay a little later while I finished closing. The one that had continue to gaze at me had the sexiest milf face, blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples in her cheeks. To complete her appearance were large breaths semi exposed from her shirt, a thick build and a giant ass that was hanging over her seat. When she approached me after they had paid I knew what it was for, she wanted to tell me I was hot and to thank me for being friendly or whatever. Only I was. He was devouring her one lick at a time, feeding her addiction for him to new heights. Luxuriating in this act of domination, she looked down to watch him attend to her. The sight, the sounds and the sensations were beginning to overwhelm her capacity for restraint. His act of willing subservience exhilarated her and she yearned for more with every airy gasp from her pouting mouth. Reaching around to hold his rigid cock, its resistance to her grasp conveyed its intense hardness. She needed no. “Who dis?” Cocoa asked through the intercom.“It’s Jay,” I said, bumping Kyrsten with my hip. She bumped me back.“White Boy Jay?”“Yeah, white boy Jay,” I said throwing my hands up, making Kyrsten chuckle.“Fuck you want?”When I whispered “Candy” into the intercom, he gave me a flat out “no” and wouldn’t buzz me up.“Come on, Cocoa, it’s me!” I said.“I know who the fuck it is. My old lady tryna sleep, Jay.”“We’ll be quiet.”“We?”“I brought a friend. She wants to party.”“She hot?”I was about to.