Dirty Old Men [And Other Stories] (Zane Presents) (26 page)

“I haven’t done that in a while,” he told her. “You know, most office jobs have urine checks from time to time.”

“Oh, so that means you have to wait until the weekends to smoke.” She chuckled. “So, what’s up? You wanna come get me, or what?”

Henry continued to stall. Even though she had him intrigued, her sudden invitation was still too unexpected for him to grapple with at the moment.

“I mean, where you live at?”

“I told you, I live on the southwest side.”

“Yeah, but you also told me you’re not at home.”

“I told you I don’t
feel
like going home to charge my phone up, that’s all. But I’m right around the corner near my girl’s house.”

And why would I want to drive around there?
Henry questioned.

“You know I live all the way on the north side.”

“
And,
” she challenged him. “Look, if you not serious, then don’t talk that stuff to me no more. All right? Because I thought you were a man of your word.”

Henry wanted to tell her that she had simply chosen the wrong night, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he said, “I’m almost home right now.”

“So, what does that mean? You don’t wanna come get me then?”

He could not deny his hard-on. She had him going. He just didn’t feel up to driving back in the opposite direction of Richmond to get her.

“Let me get home and think about it.”

Tasha sucked her teeth and snapped, “All right, man,” before she hung up on him.

Henry figured that was the end of it.

“Now she’s mad at me,” he mumbled as he continued to drive home. “So be it.”

But by the time he made it in and took off his tie, sports jacket, dress slacks and leather shoes, Tasha was calling him back at nearly nine o’clock. “Did you drive back home and think about it yet?”

Henry chuckled. The girl sure was persistent.

“As a matter fact, I have.”

“So…you’re not coming to get me then?” she pressed him.

Can you believe this?
Henry asked himself.
This girl wants me to go down on her that damn bad tonight.
“Are you that serious about that tonight?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have called and asked you to get me.”

Finally, Henry nodded. “You know, I’m gon’ see how serious you are then. Where do you want me to meet you?”

“Umm, you can meet me on the west side of Broad Street at Popeye’s. You know the one I’m talking about?”

Henry knew all of Richmond. “Yeah, I know it. But you gotta give me at least thirty minutes to get dressed and make it back down there.”

“All right, thirty minutes then,” she agreed.

He hung up the phone with her and shook his head. “Shit. What have I gotten myself into?” He realized this girl wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. She wanted it. And she wanted it
now!

Henry arrived at Popeye’s fast-food restaurant on the west end of Broad Street, and he peeked through the glass windows, while remaining inside of his truck.

“It don’t look like she even here,” he grumbled. Then he looked into his rearview mirror and noticed the young woman climbing out of a dark-gray Subaru in a parking space behind him. She was wearing tight white pants and a
black
T-shirt.

Oh my God!
Henry told himself as he watched her walk across the small parking lot and toward the passenger side of his truck.
I guess there’s no turning back now.

Tasha climbed into his truck and was all smiles, in short straight hair and chocolate brown skin.

“What took you so long?” she asked him. Her teeth were a perfect row of white, but her smoked-out eyes were as cloudy as a red storm.

“It took me a minute to get here, that’s all.” He couldn’t believe an old, balding, overweight guy like himself could luck up with a fabulous young girl like Tasha. He was surprised she had even called him, after he had handed her his cell phone number at the car show. He figured she would have tossed it in the trash with her bag of cheese fries. So when she actually called him and was game to talking fresh over the phone to him, Henry fell right into the fun of talking dirty to her. But now she had climbed into his truck, for real, and she was horny.

“So, where are you taking me?” she asked him.

Henry watched the dark-gray Subaru pull out of the lot behind him. He dodged Tasha’s question to ask her about it.

“That was your ah, girlfriend in that car?” He felt leery about it. He would have rather met up with her somewhere alone.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“And you were out here getting high with her?”

Henry could read it in her eyes. She was all loose and giddy in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, we, ah, had a little something. And then we started talking about oral sex and shit, and how guys be wanting girls to go down on
them,
but then
they
don’t be wantin’ to go down on a girl. And then I started thinking about you, because you told me that, you know, you wouldn’t have no problem doin’ it. And you said you would like it.”

Henry remembered the conversation more as him talking shit to a young, hot woman than being truthful. Nevertheless, she did have a look that made him want to back up his talk. And she was definitely acting like she wanted him to do it.

Henry placed his gears in reverse to back out of his parking spot, and he joked as he drove off. “So, you just want me for my
tongue
tonight.”

Tasha laughed. “Yup, I do. But if you give me some, I’ll give
you
some,” she promised.

That got Henry rock hard again.

“That sounds like a deal to me,” he told her.

“So, where are you taking me to do it?”

She had no shame in her forwardness, at all. But Henry remained uncertain about everything. He didn’t want to take her to his studio apartment and have her see how cheaply and disorganized he lived. Nor was he willing to spend money on a hotel room.

He asked, “How badly do you want it?”

Tasha looked into his eyes and chuckled as they headed east on Broad Street toward Interstate 95.

“Let me see your hand,” she told him. She reached for his right hand from the steering wheel and stretched it toward her crotch to rub her spot. She was already moist through her white pants.

“Is that serious enough for you? Or do you need me to put your hand inside my pants?”

Henry looked back into her cloudy eyes and couldn’t believe it. She had him ready to wet up his own pants. But he still had no idea where to take her.

“No, I don’t think you need to do that. I think you’re serious enough already.” He retracted his right hand to drive.

Tasha grinned in silence and looked out the passenger-side window.

Shit, if she’s that ready, I could pull over somewhere nice and dark, and do it inside the truck.
Fortunately, he had cleaned out the back that same week. “You mind if we climb inside the back of this truck?”

Tasha looked back into the truck to inspect its roominess.

“Oh shit, we got plenty of room back there. What’s this, an Expedition?”

Henry answered proudly, “Yeah.” His large truck was one of his few uplifting assets, especially after getting it washed, waxed and vacuumed.

“Well, it’s wherever you wanna go then. This truck has tinted windows, right?”

“Yes, it does.”

Tasha looked at him and shrugged, grinning through her high. “It’s up to you.”

Henry thought of the ideal place; a picnic and park area off of I-95 North. No one went there after dark. It was perfect.

When they arrived at the deserted park, Henry parked the truck, shut off the ignition, and quickly killed the lights.

Tasha took a strong look at their surroundings and joked, “I hope Sasquatch don’t come out the bushes and get us out here.” Then she laughed.

Henry chuckled with her, but he still felt apprehensive. However, Tasha had already undone her seat belt and climbed into the back of the truck.

“Are you coming back here with me or what?”

Henry took a final deep breath before he moved.
Well, here we go,
he told himself. He was too big to climb over the seats to reach the back like Tasha could. Henry had to step out of the truck and reenter from the back door.

“Let me put these seats down in the back to give us more room.”

Tasha helped to fold down the back seats, creating plenty of room to lie down.

“God, you could put a twin-size
bed
back here.” She remained silly and laughing from her high. Then she began to pull down her white pants and multi-colored panties.

Henry was still dazed by it all, even while eyeing the small bush of hair that popped into view at the unveiling of Tasha’s young, wet pussy.

Am I really here doing this?
he asked himself once more. He had packed a couple of condoms in his wallet from home, just in case.

By the time he confirmed that it was all real, Tasha had taken her pants, panties and shoes completely off inside the back of his truck. She spread her legs wide open for him to go to work downtown.

“You still think I’m playing?” she quizzed.

Obviously, she was
not
.

“Ahh, it doesn’t look that way,” Henry answered.

“All right, so let me see what it feel like.”

“You mean to tell me you never felt your boyfriend’s tongue inside you before?”

“I don’t have one of those. I’m trying to make
you
my new boyfriend.”

Henry ignored her flattery. “I meant with your
past
boyfriends.”

“No, I was too busy doin’ it. I wasn’t thinking ’bout all that. But I would hear people talk about it and stuff. But umm, are you gonna do it or what?”

She was tired of all the talking.

Henry grinned and climbed into a kneeling position between her legs. He then placed her naked brown legs over his broad shoulders.

“Are you still high right now?” he asked.

“Hell yeah, man. It ain’t gon’ fade away that fast. I had just smoked some more with my girl right before you pulled up. But if you don’t hurry up and lick me, you gon’ blow my horny high,” she added with a giggle.

Henry leaned forward into her sweetness and licked her from the bottom to the top of her wet pussy hole.

“Oh shiiittt!” she squealed, jerking forward to brace herself.

Henry grabbed her hips to steady her while licking her up and down again. Tasha tossed her head back and squeezed her eyes shut in bliss. She was trying her hardest not to act a damn fool. She had never imagined a wet tongue could feel that good. And with the increased sensations of her high, Henry’s pussy licks were incredible.

Then he went ahead and stuck his whole tongue inside of her juices. Tasha felt so good that she grabbed his balding head and pushed her hips into his face to feel his tongue reach further inside of her.

“
Dam-yumm,
” she moaned.

Once he got himself into a rhythm, Henry found comfort in pleasing her. It had been awhile since he could actually see, feel and hear a woman’s appreciation of his sexual services. For far too many years, sex with his wife had seemed more like a chore for both of them. There hadn’t been much moaning, groaning, or twisting between them. But Tasha was wide open and giving him her all. Henry didn’t know a young woman could get so wet.

“
Ooooh,
eat that pussy. Eat that
pussy,
” she began to wail. And eat it, Henry did, until his tongue and neck began to hurt from his position of servitude.

Soon he leaned up to stretch his neck, then he arched his back, and exercised his tongue from a muscle cramp.

“I’ma go ahead and put it in now,” he told her, and began to pull down his own pants.

“Hurry up,” she moaned, squirming in heat.

Henry got his pants and drawers down before he rolled a condom over his hard dick, and aimed it between her legs.

“
Oooh shit!
” Henry moaned himself. He slid right into her wetness like a kid down a swimming pool sliding board. He jackhammered that young pussy as if the cops were coming.

“Henry, you fucking me
good.
You fucking me
good!
” she told him.