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A Conversation On The Emerald Train

(Writer’s Note: I have proofread this story at least two or three times (I can’t remember the exact number), so the misspelled words in this story are intentional… Hope you enjoy the story…)

 

Zelda boarded The Emerald Train to head home after a long day. And after taking a seat, she went into her handbag to grab her phone to see her text messages. And she went on to text back and forth with a friend for a handful of minutes, before attaching some earbuds to the phone to listen to some music, as to fill in the time until the train arrived at her stop…

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And after zoning out to the music for a few minutes, Zelda looked around the train and saw a dark melanin skin toned, dreadlocked, and goateed middle aged man to the left of her eyeing her like a hawk eyeing his next prey that’ll be on his next poster. And after staring at him for a handful of seconds, Zelda said to the man…

“Is there a particular reason that you’re staring at me like you expect me to call you on your cell phone”?…

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O I’m sorry… What did you say?…”… Asked The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

………………..”… Responded Zelda.

“O I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… It’s just been a long day… Worked my last day at the airport before officially receiving my pink slip… And staring at you just brought a smile to my face… But once again, I apologize for making you uncomfortable”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

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You worked at the Sleeping Garde Cosmopolitan Airport?… I heard on the news that they were laying off around three, four hundred people…”… Responded Zelda

“Yeah…”…  Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Sorry for your circumstance”… Responded Zelda.

“Yeah… Worked there for the last six years… Good pay, good benefits, good healthcareAll that gone now

Sleeping Garde is merging with Boisterous Interurban, and they’re cutting back on costs… And I got caught up in it”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

Big business really sucks at times… So what are you gonna do now”?… Asked Zelda.

“Shit I don’t know… I’ll collect unemployment for a little and look for a job elsewhere”… Answered The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Have you thought about going back to school… I go to Millenium U… Workin’ on my BSN Degree”… Said Zelda.

“Nah… Went to school around a decade ago… That’s how I was able to get the Line Technician job in the first place… I’m just gonna search around town, and hopefully find a job that’s comparable to Sleeping Garde…

So do you work”?… Asked The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Yeah… I work at Orenge Garden Medical Center… And between working around thirty hours a week there, and another fifteen at Millenium U, I’m always busy”… Replied Zelda.

“Well that’s good that you have a job and workin’ on your degree… I hope my daughter will have the same drive as you by the time she graduates high school… All she’s interested in right now is gettin’ likes on social media

(Writer’s Note: Here’s an interesting article about How Tryin’ for social media likes is killing our real non social media lives joy If you’re interested)

… Tryin’ to be a different pop star every other week, and… Trap boyz… I don’t know what that is… And really… I don’t care”… Responded The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

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I’m pretty sure that it’s a faze… With the exception of social media, that pretty much sounded like me when I was her age… That sounds like me now… I just have to prioritize things like rent, bills, food, insurance, clothing, and whatnot… And I have to work and go to school so that I can pay for those things… But I still make time for the fun things in life… Got to… Or else what would be the point of living if you’re not goin’ to enjoy it… At least sometimes”… Replied Zelda.

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Yeah I guess… I hang out with some friends at times… But I mostly work, take care of my kids, and whenever I have some time, sleep… I think I’ll enjoy life when I can retire… But that’s at least a couple of decades from now…

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I like your hairstyle… It’s very dope”… Said The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

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Dope… Thank you very much for the compliment”… Replied Zelda.

“I’m not into the latest slang that your generation uses, but dope was the first word that came to my mind”… Responded The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Well your dreads are dope as well”… Replied Zelda.

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So does that tattoo on your chest have a particular meaning”?… Asked The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“My best friend and I got it when we graduated high school… I got more meaningful tattoos… Like the one on my right forearm… The face is of my mother… I got it when she was going through cancer and I thought I was gonna lose her… And the butterflies around her face are because they start out as these slimy worms, but over time, they shed layers, and eventually become that beautiful butterfly who flies the skies for all the world to see

I know that’s not exactly how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, but I just thought that it was a good representation of my mom during her battle with cancer”… Replied Zelda.

“…..

Well it’s a beautiful tattoo…

None of my tattoos are that meaningful… I just like getting them… Although I would say that my favorite one is of the Devon House that I got when I went to Jamaica a few years back”… Responded The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Can I see it”?… Asked Zelda.

“Okay hold on”… Answered The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

And then he pulled up his collared shirt up to his collarbone, to show Zelda the large and very expansive Devon House tattoo that nearly takes up the entire arm…

“It’s very beautiful”… Said Zelda.

“Yeah it is”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“I’m gettin’ a tattoo on my left forearm next week”… Said Zelda.

“O yeah… Of what”?… Asked The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Of a large afro black girl blowing a large bubblegum bubble… Been wanting to get this one for a while now.. Answered Zelda.

“That’s… Dope”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Yeah it is”… Responded Zelda.

“So where do you go get your tattoos at”?… Asked The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

The Humble Troll on West Way”… Answered Zelda.

“Never heard of them… I go to The Black Bird over on Azure Lane… Been going there for years”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“I heard they charge high for tats and piercings… Particularly this one tattooer… I  forgot his name… It’s um…”… Responded Zelda.

“… Sunny… Yeah she’s done most of my tats… She does charge high, but she works fast and I’ve never had any complaints

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… Can’t wait to get home… I haven’t eaten all day… Can’t wait to put some ground beef on the grill, and make a couple of juicy burgers”… Said The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Sounds good”… Responded a ….. Zelda.

“You don’t like burgers”?… Asked a ….. The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“I do… But I’m trying to watch what I eat… Gotta lose some weight”… Replied Zelda.

“Says who?… Because you sho look good to me”… Responded The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

“Yeah I know… My boyfriend thinks I’m crazy, but I don’t like being this big…

My thighs are the size of Kanye’s ego, and my arms are too flabby… I need to get them toned up”… Replied Zelda.

“Well you can’t live you life trying to be one of the most beautiful women in the world… You just gotta be yourself, and be happy about it…

I mean I’m no Idris, but I think I’m rather handsomeIf I must say so myself”… Responded The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

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Yeah I know… But loving yourself in a society that does everything possible to tell you that you’re not beautiful is a challenge

(Writer’s Note: Here’s a very interesting article about the language of beauty ads. I think you’ll be fascinated/intrigued by it like I was)

I hope one day I’ll arrive at that point, but I ain’t there yet”… Replied Zelda.

“Well I hope you get there before you do something to your body that you’ll later regret

(Writer’s Note: Here’s an article about the growing acceptance of plastic surgery within the black community… Make of it as you will… …..)

… I can’t stand to see beautiful women who get work done, or inject something in their bodies, or put something on their skin to lighten it

(Writer’s Note: I feel obligated to point out that skin lightening just ain’t a woman thang)

…And afterward, they look like a special effects from a Hollywood movie… It’s just sad”… Responded The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

O no… I’m not doing anything drastic like thatI just wanna slim down a bit Well more than a bit to be honest

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Well my stop is coming up… It was nice talking to you…”… Said Zelda.

“Likewise”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

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“You know if you ever feel like just talking or whatever… You can call or text me if you want”… Said Zelda.

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Yeah I would like that”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man.

And then Zelda gave The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man her number, before saying to him…

“Zelda…”…

“Roosevelt…”… Replied The Dark Melanin Skin Toned, Dreadlocked, And Goateed Middle Aged Man… Now known as Roosevelt.

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“I guess I’ll talk to you later”… Said Zelda.

……….”… Responded Roosevelt.

And shortly thereafter, The Emerald Train stopped and Zelda got off to walk the four block walk home…

Cocoa Grier Takes A Shower

Writer’s Note: This pic (or a similar one that’s on my other computer that I don’t access to right now) of a nude Rosario Dawson inspired this story. Hope you enjoy it…

 

The time on Cocoa Grier’s clock read six-thirty, as the alarm on it went off… Which told her that it was time for her to get up to get ready for work. So she turned the alarm off and continued to lay in her soft and comfy bed for another minute or so, before she begrudgingly rolled out of it, put on her wine colored slippers, and finally made the thirty second walk to the bathroom…

And once in the bathroom, Cocoa went to the shower to turn the water on. And she made sure that the water was warm… But not so warm that it could leave a mark…

So anyway, Cocoa slipped out of her slippers and out of her dark tan shirt and tan and black checkered pants, before stepping into the steamy and very warm shower water

And once she was in the shower, Cocoa grabbed one of her bottles of liquid Shea Butter, honey, and chocolate soap, and one of her black 100% cotton washcloths, before proceeding to began her shower by pouring approximately a tablespoon’s worth of the liquid soap into the washcloth and lathering her neck… And once that part was concluded, Cocoa once again filled her washcloth with a tablespoon amount of the Shea Butter, honey, and chocolate liquid soap, before moving south to her…

Very voluptuous Milk chocolate breasts…

And she went on to spend the next couple of minutes spreading the liquid soap all over her, “More bigger than you would expect for someone her size” breasts. And making sure that every inch… From the sternum to the area that is underneath the D’s… Which is more commonly known as the underboob, was lathered and completely covered, before she decided that the chest area had gotten enough soaping attention for this shower session, so she relocated the washcloth even further down south to her…

Midsection and stomach area

Then Cocoa lathered her six pack abs stomach and – Innie – belly button with the Shea Butter, honey, and chocolate liquid soap and washcloth, before she went under the shower head and leaned back, to let the very warm water run down the front of her body, to wash the soap from off of her midsection…

And after she had concluded cleansing her upper body and stomach, Cocoa took a seat on the corner bench in the shower, and then once again proceeded to grab the bottle of Shea Butter, honey, and chocolate liquid soap, and squeezed out approximately one and half tablespoons of it onto the washcloth, before she liberally lathered her thighs, legs, and feet down with the soap. And she went on to do this for a couple of minutes, before standing back up to let the water wash away the soap and residue from her lower body…

Then Cocoa turned her attention to her backside

So she lathered up her washcloth again with the Shea Butter, honey, and chocolate liquid soap – This time it was approximately two tablespoons -, and spread it from left to right, up and down, and all over her apple bottom butt. And after lathering up the cheeks for around the amount of time of the shot clock of College basketball, Cocoa took her left hand, and opened up the crack of her apple bottom butt, and used the right hand to place the washcloth between the cheeks of her apple bottom butt, and into the crack. And then she gently began to clean the inside of her intergluteal cleft and anus. And once she was done with the first part of cleansing her derriere, Cocoa bent over and used both of her hands to spread open both sides of her cheeks to let the water from the shower head wash away the soap from the insides of her crack to complete the second part…

And once Cocoa was confident that her butt and anus was as clean as she desired it to be, she took her washcloth, and placed it directly under the shower head with the running water, and wringed the soap from out of it. Then Cocoa grabbed her bottle of Shea butter, honey, and chocolate liquid soap, and poured another couple of tablespoons of it onto the washcloth, and brought it back down south to her vagina. And then she began to lather the vulva area, and soon thereafter, the insides of her vagina… But instead of letting the water from the main shower head clean her out – Which pretty much was impossible -, Cocoa grabbed the handheld shower head, and sprayed the water onto her vulva, and into the insides of her vagina… And as she was doing this, some satisfactory noises began escaping her mouth (even tho she does this every day, the feeling never gets old)…

So anyway, after spending a few minutes cleaning her vagina, Cocoa put the handheld shower head back into it’s place, and after washing and wringing the washcloth out, she put it back on the towel bar. Then Cocoa spent just over a minute and a half wetting her hair thoroughly, before she grabbed a bottle of her African Black Soap Cleansing Shampoo, and began pouring around a half a cup of it into her hands and soon thereafter distributing it all over her black and burgundy medium sized afro hair… And while she was doing this, Cocoa began singing one of her all time favorite songs

And Cocoa would go on to spend the following several minutes singing and lathering her hair and making sure all of the shampoo penetrated deep into her hair follicles, before she would spend a handful of more minutes rinsing the shampoo out. And then Cocoa went on to repeat this process with her African Black Soap Conditioner as well. And finally, when she had finished cleansing her hair, Cocoa turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, and unto her Cleopatra Jones shower mat…

Then Cocoa grabbed the black silk towel from the rack to remove all the excessive moisture from her milk chocolate body, before grabbing the blow dryer to do – Mostly – the same with her medium sized afro hair… But she left just enough moisture in it to massage some of her homemade hair care mix (coconut oil, olive oil, Jamaican black castor oil, aloe vera gel, and honey), into her hair to give it some nourishment…

And once she had finished with her hair business, Cocoa turned her attention to her face to brush her teeth and wash her face with her homemade facial cleanser of honey and lemon. And after her face felt as rejuvenated as Mariah Carey’s career after The Emancipation of Mimi album, Cocoa’s time in the bathroom had come to an end, so she walked her naked body back to her bedroom to finish getting ready for her day…

And once back in her bedroom, Cocoa made her way to the dresser to grab a bottle of Shea and coconut body butter as well a bottle of Argan oil. Then she walked back to her bed to moisturize her body…

Which began with her legs and feet, and then moved upward to her thighs, and soon thereafter, her hands and arms. And then Cocoa turned her focus to her chest and midsection area… And then finally, her butt (she only moisturizes it every few days). And when Cocoa had concluded moisturizing her body, she grabbed the bottle of Argan oil, and began moisturizing her face…

And once Cocoa was done with the moisturizing her body and face part of her morning routine, she walked her – Still – naked body across the room to her closet to decide on what she was gonna wear for the day… And after staring at the rack full of clothes for a minute or so, Cocoa eventually decided on a black and white tribal skirt that she had bought a handful of weeks ago, and a black and white vertical striped V-Neck blouse that’s been a fave of hers for a while. Then she stared into her closet again to decide on which kind of footwear was she gonna wear today…

And a handful of seconds later, Cocoa decided on a pair of four inch black wedge sandals (she felt they blended well with her skirt and blouse). And after placing her clothing and footwear on the bed, Cocoa went back to the dresser to grab a pair of black panty briefs (she decided to keep it simple for today), before going back to her bed and putting everything on…

And once Cocoa had her clothing and footwear on, she sprayed some of her tropical body mist on herself, before putting on her black butterfly earrings. And finally, Cocoa put on some all natural light make-up, and some brown all natural lipstick, before grabbing her brown handbag and going to the kitchen for a morning pick me up…

And Cocoa went into the fridge and grabbed a container of plain Greek yogurt and a package of a mixture of granola, nuts, and raisins, and went on to spend the next few minutes munching on these snacks, before grabbing her brown handbag, and leaving her apartment, as she set out to begin her work day…

Mr. Pizza Man

(Writer’s Note: Since publishing this story, I’ve done some more editing on it and updated it with links that have happened since I originally posted this story)…

It’s been a busy day for Jenni Cleamon, a five feet nine inches tall, slender… But very mainstream appeal curves, late-thirties year old woman. She had worked overtime at her job and afterwards, she met up with her girlfriends to go to a concert. And afterwards, they went out for some drinks to unwind and chit chat about their careers. relationships, and other things that the demographic of women who make up around eighty percent of The Real Housewives audience talk about, before finally heading back home and arriving there at around eleven thirty…

And once she was home, Jenni tossed her keys onto the table counter and plumped down on the couch to see what was on the tube. And as the minutes progressed, the pangs in Jenni’s stomach intensified to signal to her that…

“I’M REALLY HUNGRY AS FUCK”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So she went to the fridge looking for something to eat, but everything in their needed to be cooked or baked… And since it was already so damn late in the night, there was a Comedy ever winning the best picture at the Academy Awards‘ chance that she was gonna get her Giada on and make something, so Jenni got on her phone, searched to see if anything was open at this time of night, and a couple of minutes later, saw “A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria” was still open…

(A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria is a favorite destination for many people in town, because unlike the big National pizza chains, A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria is open – Almost 24 hours a day (6 A.M. to midnight from Sunday to Thursday and 5 A.M. to 1 A.M. Fridays and Saturdays) -, and they have a delivery service that delivers the pizza(s) to it’s customers during those hours as well)

… so she called them to place an order of three large pizzas (an All Cheese (a mixture of Mozzarella, Cheddar, Monterey Jack, and Parmesan on top), All Meat (hamburger, sausage, ham and pepperoni), and All Veggie (spinach, asparagus, zucchini, onions, and jalapenos). And when she was done with that, the pizza order taker told Jenni that the Pizza Man would be there within thirty minutes…

 

Thirty-five minutes later, Jenni’s doorbell rang… And on the other side was an approximate six foot tall, one hundred sixty-five pound skinny kid, who looked no older than someone who just recently could legally buy alcohol… Who also had black curly hair… It was the Pizza Man… And he said to Jenni…

“I have an order for Jenni Cleamon… Are you her miss”?…

“Yeah”… Responded Jenni,

Then the Pizza Man pulled out the pizzas from the pizza warmer bag and handed them to her. And Jenni went to put the pizzas on the table, and afterward, asked him…

“How much”???

“Forty-eight dollars and fifty cents”… Answered Pizza Man.

Jenni stared at Pizza Man for a quick second, before saying…

“Forty-eight dollars and fifty cents”…

Then she gave him a look of, “How does this add up to this amount“?…

“Each large pizza is $15.00… Plus the Delivery Service fee is $3.50… We charge an extra buck fifty after ten”… Replied Pizza Man.

Then Jenni replied by going to get her purse to pay Pizza Man, as she mumbled to herself bewildered about how much this came up to (she knew it was gonna cost, but she didn’t think it would be that much… And yeah, just in case you were wondering… Jenni wasn’t listening to the Order Taker when she told her what the cost was when they were on the phone two thirds of an hour ago… And if she would’ve, we wouldn’t have this little story now would we 😎😉😚)…

And as she was counting the money, Jenni realized that she was just a bit short in the cash capital department… And that’s when she also realized that she had spent more money on her night out than she had originally thought (she paid for all the drinks at she and her girlfriends get together earlier… It was her turn at bat. Each time out someone else pays for the drinks)…

So Jenni said to Pizza Man…

“Um… Mr. Pizza Man… You said forty-eight fifty… Weeeell, I only have thirty-five dollars… Do you accept checks”?…

“No we do not Ms. Cleamon”… Said Pizza Man.

So Jenni quickly realized that she was in a bind… She didn’t have enough money for all three pizzas, but she wanted all three of them. So after staring at Pizza Man for a few seconds, she said to him…

“Come inside Mr. Pizza Man… Lets see if we can work something out”…

So Pizza Man stepped into Jenni’s place, and soon thereafter, took a seat on her couch. And then Jenni walked over to her book case and bent over. And then she said…

“I usually keep a few extra bucks around here for an emergency situation… I didn’t think it would be this kind of emergency, but…”…

And that was absolute claptrap… Because this was just a ruse to get Pizza Man to get a bird’s eye view of her small, but firm derriere. And just to entice him some – Well, lets be honest, a lot – more, Jenni had covertly pulled her skirt down just enough for Pizza Man to see the top of her cherry red thong underwear…

And as for Pizza Man, he took a look on his phone, and saw that it was getting late…

“Hey… Um… Miss Cleamon… I need to get back before…”…

And that’s when Pizza Man’s eyes finally saw the cherry red thong… And they in exchange relayed that to his brain… Which in return sent the signal to his mouth to stop talking and to just enjoy the picturesque view of the – Top of the – buns…

And Jenni stayed in the bent over position for a few more seconds, before saying to him…

“Look Mr. Pizza Man, I’m short by thirteen and a half dollars, and I’m really hungry. So there has to be a way to make up the difference”?…

Then Jenni proceeded to slowly unzip the back of her red and white candy cane striped like skirt, to let Pizza Man view more of her cherry red thong, and pale derriere… Which had a pink and blue sweet pea tattoo on it… Which also had the effect of making her butt look even more sexier…

So anyway, after staying bent over for what would be called a violation in the game of roundball, Jenni finally stood up and let her skirt drop to the floor to let Pizza Man get the full moon view, before she walked over to him so he could get a more close up view… And Pizza Man was very impressed – And just as important – aroused by what he was looking at… But he had a request for Jenni…

“Miss Cleamon, you’re asking me to basically let you have a free pizza… Which means that the cost difference will come out of my paycheck… So if I’m gonna do that… Then I wanna see your boobs”…

Jenni stared at Pizza Man for a couple of seconds, and began contemplating should she agree to his request… But this was just for show, because she had long decided that she and Mr. Pizza Man would be going all the way on this late night. So she took off her cardigan and undershirt… Which revealed her lean, but muscular body. (her midsection is toned, and she has some abs, but they’re not too visible unless you’re really looking for them)… And Jenni let Pizza Man stare at her almost nude body for a handful of seconds, before she unsnapped her cherry red satin bra… And let it slowly fall to the floor, as Pizza Man got to view her small, but perky 32B breasts

And some seconds later, Jenni asked him…

“Well Mr. Pizza Man, are you still pleased?… Or do I need to do more for you to forget all about that thirteen dollar and fifty cents difference”?…

“I am very impressed Miss Cleamon… But you know, I would be even more impressed if you were to use your water hose to put out this…

(He then pointed to the large bulge in his pants)

… Raging fire”…

Then Jenni took an extended look at Pizza Man’s bulge, before saying to him…

“I’m more than happy to help you out with your situation”…

Then Jenni walked over to Pizza Man, got on her knees, and unzipped his pants to allow the Johnson to spring out, before finally taking a deep breath and placing “Mr. Johnson” into her mouth…

And she spent the next couple of minutes going up and down on Pizza Man’s dick… From head to balls, as her mouth water hose was doing a very good job of extinguishing the fire that is “The Bulge”…. But before Pizza Man was about to explode in ecstasy, Jenni got up from her knees, and walked over to the unlit fireplace on the other side of the room to bend over and place her hands on  it like a suspect would do when the police are frisking them. And she stayed in that frisk position for a few seconds, before turning around to stare at Pizza Man, and then asking him…

“Well are you gonna fuck me Mr. Pizza Man?… Or are you just gonna have me bent over here looking like a fool”?…

Pizza Man stared at Jenni for a quick second, before he hopped off the couch, walked over to Jenni’s “Assume the position” stance body, and pushed her cherry red thong to the side. And then he placed his hands around her hips, and finally jammed his Johnson into her wet pussy…

And once he got his stroking rhythm down, Pizza Man began thrusting his dick in and out of Jenni’s pussy like an oil rig does when it’s drilling for oil… And Jenni responded by letting out a few loud moans of pleasure, before shortly afterward, relaxing her body further on the fireplace… And a handful of seconds later, pleasure liquid began escaping her pussy – When Pizza Man’s Johnson wasn’t stuffing it -, and shortly after, that liquid began streaming down her thighs and legs…

And Pizza Man continued to pound Jenni’s pussy for a good bit… Until he finally reached that orgasmic stage, and the noises that were coming out of his mouth intensified, as he prepared to unload his passion juice… And Jenni sensed that, so she asked him…

“How long before you release Mr. Pizza Man”…

And Pizza Man didn’t respond, because his mind was more focused on the upcoming orgasm, so Jenni quickly stood up in the normal position from the fireplace, and then got on her knees to await Pizza Man’s passion juice…

And seconds later, Pizza Man let out a loud moan (fast forward to the 13:02), before the passion began rushing out of his Johnson, and unto Jenni’s face

And after Pizza Man had rung all the passion out of his Johnson, he stood on top of Jenni, as she stared up upon him… And very quickly, their eyes locked upon each other as they stared deep into each other’s eyes like a very beautiful natural haired dark skinned Afro-Brazilian couple taking a stock photo

And the two continued to stare at each other as the juices from Pizza Man’s Johnson that were now plastered on Jenni’s face had begun to penetrate into the pores of her skin… Before Pizza Man snapped back to reality, and realized that he had to get back to A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria before it closed. So he pulled his pants and underwear back up and tucked in his shirt, before telling Jenni…

“You have more than made up the thirteen dollar and fifty cents difference Miss Cleamon, so you can have all three pizzas”…

And Jenni responded by smiling at Pizza Man for a few seconds, before standing back up to grab a couple of napkins to wipe her face off…

And Pizza Man smiled back at Jenni, as he began making his way towards her front door… But before he made his exit, Jenni said to him…

“Mr. Pizza Man… Can you hold on for just a wee bit longer”…

Then Jenni grabbed a slice of pizza from out the All Meat box, before walking up to Pizza Man, and taking a large bite out of it… And seconds later, she gave him a pleasant and prolonged wet and sloppy kiss on his lips… And when the kiss had concluded, much of that slice of pizza was now in Pizza Man’s mouth… So he swallowed it, and said to Jenni…

“Whenever you want great pizza Miss Cleamon, just remember to call A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria… And I’ll personally make sure to be the one who will deliver it to you”…

Jenni  chuckled for a few seconds before replying…

“I’ll make sure that I’ll do that Mr. Pizza Man”…

And seconds later, Pizza Man walked out the door, and back to his car to return back to A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria… And as for Jenni, after she locked and closed the door, she made her way to the table in the main room, and grabbed a couple of more slices of pizza out of the All Meat pizza box… And she went on to eat all but one of the slices of pizzas from that box, before going to bed, and having very long and deep sleep (And BTW if you wanted to know, Jenni saved the other two boxes of pizzas for the next couple of days)…

 

Now as for Pizza Man, he returned to A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria at around one-twenty A.M., twenty minutes after it closed. He was there to give the night manager the thirty-five dollars… And – Of course – the Manager wanted to know where was the rest of the money?… So he asked Pizza Man that question…

“Grant…

(the name of Pizza Man)

… There’s only thirty-five dollars here… You’re thirteen fifty short”…

“See… What had happened was that the customer, Miss Cleamon, was short by a few bucks. So I had a long conversation with her, and we came up with a solution”… Answered Pizza Man

Night Manager stared at Grant for a couple of seconds, before saying to him…

“You fucked her… Didn’t ya”???

Then Pizza Man and Night Manager stared at each other in silence for a handful of seconds, before Night Manager broke it by saying…

“That’s the fourth time in the last three months that you’ve done this Grant… This is coming out of your paycheck”…

“I know… But it was worth it… Miss Cleamon is one hot MILF”… Replied Pizza Man.

“If you do this one more time Grant, you’re fired…

The job of Delivery Men at A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria is to deliver pizzas to their customers… We don’t send you out to be a plot for a cheesy B star level porn movie

Now usually Julie closes… But since you want to be an amateur Peter North, you’re gonna lock up this morning…

Now I gotta home to the wife and kids… It’s been a long night and I wanna go to bed…

And I don’t feel I have to say that your little “House call” is coming out of your next check”… Said Night Manger.

Pizza Man just nodded his head in hopes of Night Manager would be done with his conversation with him… And fortunately for Pizza Man, Night Manager was. All he did next was give him a look of disgust for a few more seconds, before he grabbed his belongings and left A Slice of Distinctive Pleasure Pizzeria soon thereafter…

And although Pizza Man really hates locking up (on the nights that Julie doesn’t do it), this particular early morning was a different story… He locked up with a huge smile on his face, and a satisfied Johnson in his pants…