Then she got up from her chair with grace, like a movement of a ballet professional, and walked towards the bathrooms that were in the back. I followe... her with my eyes. She had a good ass that barely illuminated by the atmosphere of the place made her look even more interesting. I waved at the waiter to pour me another drink. My mouth felt slightly dry. The melody of the place had changed, an old Polka was playing, which made the mood of place feel somewhat different. I couldn't tell if it was. Give me a call when you get a chance. My number is..."CLICK "Hello? Dean? You still there?" rang out her sweet voice. My heart jumped into my throat, but I regained my composure."Yes, hi. I thought you were out or something," I said, trying not to sound nervous."Nope, I just screen my calls. Ever since Charmed got so big, I have had to change my number 3 times! People keep posting my number on the Internet. It's really scary. Any ways, you are correct, I am looking for a new representative, so. He had on a white golf shirt like his InTime shirt, with no logo. The collar was turned up for God's sake.His brand new jeans were pre-faded and carefully pre-torn. To get a pair of normally-colored jeans this faded he would have had to buy them before his bar mitzvah.He finished off the look with a pair of tan, Steve Madden flip flops with an almost squared-off toe. All he needed was an imported beer in his hand."What the hell are you wearing?" I asked him.He didn't immediately respond. Sunny. He gripped her thigh tightly against his body and pounded away, his muscles bulging as his strokes became more intense. A film of perspiration forming on his hot, toned body, making his ebony skin glisten in the dim light, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. Watching from this side angle, I could see his ass and back muscles straining as he worked his hips. I admired how he went about laying H out and giving it to her just how a black man should.I watched them together like this for a few.