The next day is Saturday and Ms. Chica has decided to be my personal tour guide around town. She takes me to the beach to be her luncheon companion along with one of her girlfriends. We have a nice lunch and plan to meet later that evening for another night on the town starting at Classico's. I learned a valuable lesson from the night before and got to the club earlier causally dressed to the nines in designer garb.
Saturday's stable of women looked ten times better than the Friday night gang of babes. Gorgeous babes everywhere, downstairs, upstairs on the street, coming out the restroom and as far as the eye can see. I see a few prospects but I know from the small amount of time I have spent with Ms. Chica she is not going to put up with me in a chick's face when she comes through the door. I divide Classico's main room into four sections and scan. Ms. Chica is not here yet so I got a minute to check out the talent. WOW like I said too many to choose from.
Ten minutes later here comes Ms. Chica in a white one piece form fitting dress that attacks every curve on her body. She spots me at the back bar and slides up under my arm and whispers something in my ear. We have a drink and without hesitation I take her hand and assure her I don't have a banana in my pocket. She smiles and leads me to the dance floor perimeter. Another one of her fine girlfriends has joined us and I stand there thinking about possibly a happy hour session later as they both begin dancing with each other.
I get a sinking feeling like I'm being watched and turn looking toward the bar by the entrance door. And this is what I see. A medium height light skin babe with long back hair, an innocent face and a body that was an utter turn on. I looked longer and hard to focus in on what was going to be a future conquest. Somehow without saying a word I need to send a visual message to this light skin delight whom I will refer to as the Redbone that I wanted to sample the pleasures her body has to offer. But how? I continue to fixate my glaze upon this delicious morsel. I turned up the heat with a look of anger directed at the Redbone which was returned to me with a look of puzzlement and bewilderment. I continue to send out intense stares to the fine ass Redbone.
Meanwhile all this is going on as Ms. Chica is still glued to my crotch killing the crease in the neatly pressed slacks and never noticed any of the eye play that occurred seconds ago. Dilemma, Dilemma. How do I tell this sexy Redbone I wanna rock that ass to sleep and keep things cool with Ms. Chica? I have to confess Ms. Chica has been the perfect medication to the stiffness that resides in my Fruit Of The Looms whenever she is in my presence.
Solution:
Ms. Chica backs up off me as if something is wrong. Uh-oh. What's the deal now? Another false alarm. Her cell is ringing and it is her mom. She tells me she is going outside to take the call so she can hear.
I fall back to the back bar where the Redbone is now stationed. We are now face to face. I continue to give her the high intensity look and she ask me if something is wrong. I explain to her I don't speak Spanish and I don't speak English. She is intrigued and perplexed by my response and breaks out in a hardy laugh. We exchange numbers. I advise her to call me in the morning and we will take it from there. At this point I get a better look at this Redbone honey and see she has the equipment that requires my unique skills and abilities. The Redbone assures me I would get that call in the morning and I assured her I would take the call.
Ms. Chica returns to the club and has a look of pure disgust on her face. Apparently she left her wallet with me and could not get back in the club without her identification. I settle her down and we head to the apartment.
The only thing that came down besides the rain that Saturday night was her panties. She jumps in the shower and then in the bed. I begin a course of action that shows her Friday night was no fluke. I effortlessly rocked that ass for the duration of the evening. No Casino tonight baby. Completely satisfied she slept like a baby till late in the morning.
Hey Ms. Chica. You Don't Have To Go Home But You Gotta Get The Hell Out Of Here!!! More to Follow............
