I spotted a thin, cute, very dark-skinned black guy sitting by himself near the entryway. He was SOOOO pretty and had a very smooth, hairless body. ...e had shorts on and his shapely legs were beautiful. I went up to him and asked if I could sit next to him. His English was very bad, but he said OK. I sat next to him and I soon learned he was from Ghana visiting for the first time and hoped to not have to go back. We made small talk for a few minutes and I worked up the nerve to ask how gay. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more minutes and he'd give it up for the night. Find some kind of solace in a woman's cunt. He was charming, suave, enticing. It could, would. Constantly wet. So very full. Putting on her make-up this morning, she’d decided the lipstick was a shade she no longer needed. Winter was turning into spring. Time for lighter colors. The lipstick case soon found itself up her pussy. Wedged tightly next to the other lipstick cases. And the keys. And the ballpoint pens. And the candles. Candles got so warm and soft, up inside her cunt all day. Alicia found they stuck to everything else, squeezing into tiny spaces between the objects. Making. She wore jeans and a different turtleneck sweater and the same black leather jacket. I had to make a quick decision. If I let her sit down, the rest of the customers would know we were friends which meant I would go on the list of hookers in the area. Then again, I felt a bit sorry for her; it must be a lonely life she lived, I thought. “Sure, have a seat.” She took off her jacket, and when she did I confirmed what I had seen in her pictures; she had a pair of full boobs. “God, it’s cold.