He said he couldn't have anyone over. I didn't want him to come to my place till I knew him. He suggested a bathroom in a local coffee shop where he'd...apparently gotten blowjobs from faggots before. I'd never done anything in a public place like that yet but I agreed. I figured I'd at least go meet him.I arrived when and where he told me to but he was about twenty minutes late. He walked in and saw me. He didn't say a word. Just motioned towards the bathroom. He went in, didn't close the door. My gf Mary and I had several sexual encounters with other men and having sex in public and I had asked her if she would like to fuck a black man and she said that there was one she would be interested in. He was an Army recruiter to the school she taught at. He was 6'3" and muscular and very polite. I asked her if she would mind if I called him and she eagerly said no and gave me his number.I called Sarge and told him about Mary and gave him the option of either looking further into getting. I shut my eyes again quickly and laid my arm over my face protecting myself from the sunshine. I could feel a gentle breeze coming in through the window, which sent shivers through my body, leaving my skin bumpy from the goose bumps. I could also feel that my nipples had hardened. I looked down and I was naked, the sheets wrapped around my body, like twisted vine leaving one of my breasts, my left hip and both my legs exposed. I had been out the night before with some of my girlfriends and. This time, I recognized it for what it was. A cell-phone. I knew it wasn’t mine. Mine was in my jacket pocket at my desk. I remembered briefly when I came out here to work on ruining my health that I had forgotten it, but I knew I would only be out here a few minutes. If someone couldn’t wait to talk to me until I had a cigarette, too bad. So, whose phone was it? That question was answered when the phone went to voicemail. I could hear Tina’s voice: ‘Hey, it’s Tina. I’ll call you when I can..