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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…

Caught In The Heatwave

Summer is the season for kids to enjoy all the free time that they’ve earned from being cuked up in the education center for the past eight and a half to nine months – Unless if you’re one of the unlucky ones that’s forced to spend another six weeks there because although mom and’or dad loves you more than Piers Morgan loves interjecting himself into subjects that no one wants his opinion on, they don’t wanna deal with yo hopped on all that sugary kiddy products butt all day -, BBQ cookouts, fireworks, bikinis, and of course, so hot that you can cook an egg on asphalt weather… Which is the prequel to one of the more the most unpleasant thing about the season… Hot as the “President not grabbing that blue dress so all of that shit that happened afterward would’ve been prevented” heatwaves… Which also means that you better make sure that your method of cooling yourself doesn’t malfunction, because if it does, you’re gonna feel like …..

And that’s exactly what Cierra Varner was thinking, as she stood beside her refrigerator, drinking a glass of ice cold water that gave her a momentary relief from the hell on earth feeling that she’s been having for the past three days…

 

For the past ten days, the city of Chitroit (pronounced Psy-Troit) has been going through it’s hottest heatwave in over a century. The average temperature over the last week and a half has been one hundred and two degrees (Fahrenheit). The highest was one hundred and fourteen degrees (Fahrenheit), and the low… Just a measly ninety-six degrees (Fahrenheit). And tragically – But expected -, the heatwave has been the deadliest on record. It has already taken the lives of twenty-six people, and has sent one hundred ninety-eight others to the hospital…

So as this heatwave was a life threatening or flat out deadly experience on many citizens of Chitroit, it was just an annoying and uncomfortable experience for Cierra… But that all changed on day eight of the hell on earth heatwave, when her air conditioner went out. And she spent the next three days sweating like Brian Williams hooked up to a lie detector test

So anyway, at first Cierra tried to play it cool – Pun unintended -, by just drinking a couple of gallons of water a day, but as soon as the water went down her throat, it was going right back out through her sweat glands. Cierra also tried running a few fans at the same time, but if you know anything about running a fan in scorching weather, then you know all that does is blow the heat directly back towards to…, Which makes the situation much worse. So the only thing Cierra could do to stay – Somewhat – cool was shower every hour or two, and just wear bra and panties (Writer’s Note: I really really tried looking for an image of a sweaty woman in bra and panties, or a wet woman in bra and panties – Or even a bikini – that wasn’t explicitly sexual… But there is not one of them on the big two search engines… Guess that should tell ya somethin’ huh) for most of the time she was home (she didn’t feel comfortable walking around naked, or even topless, because there are quite a few windows in her apartment, and although they’re covered up most of the time, Cierra didn’t want to take the chance of slipping up, and having some pervert getting a peek at her body, and then posting that footage online for other perverts to get their rocks off to).

So anyway, after doing the shower every hour or two and walking around in bra and panties thing for a couple of days, Cierra thought about moving to Antarctica… If only for a few minutes. But the good news for her was that her three day hellish nightmare was about to – Mercifully – come to an end…

 

A half an hour after her moving to Antarctica fantasy thoughts, Cierra’s phone rang. It was the air conditioner man calling to tell her that he would be at her place in twenty minutes to fix the air conditioner. And after she hung up the phone, Cierra immediately went to the bathroom, hopped into the shower, and ran the cold water for the next dozen or so minutes, until her body temperature cooled down to a level she felt comfortable – Relatively speaking – with. Then she went back to the front room to wait for the Air Conditioner Man to show up…

And exactly a touchdown and two point conversion of minutes later, there was a knock on Cierra’s door, and without hesitation, she walked up to it, unlocked it, and let the person in… And it was Air Conditioner Man. And Cierra was so out of it from the heat that she didn’t realize – Or care – that Air Conditioner Man was distracted when he told her that his name is…

“Brent Norwood… And I’m here to fix your air conditioner”…

And Brent said this to Cierra as he was doing his best job to just stare at her face, but it was very hard to not try to sneak a peek at her pointy nipples, which were now very visible through her sweat drenched bra…

So anyway, after letting Brent in, Cierra walked slowly and despondently back to the table in the kitchen. And as she was doing that, her white panty briefs rode up into her crack… So much so that much of her cheeks could now be seen. And add to that that Cierra’s cheeks were gyrating back and forth so much. that you would’ve sworn for a second that you were looking at jello. And this led Brent to think of some really thirsty thoughts about Cierra’s cakes for a bit… But he’s here to do a job, and that’s what he eventually got his mind back on, as he went to the area where her air conditioner is to began fixing it…

And as Brent was fixing Cierra’s air conditioner, he frequently took a momentarily break to take a long look at Cierra’s sweaty and glistening body. And although he’s here to do a job, that was becoming a harder objective to focus on, when you come to the realization that there’s a half naked woman sitting across the room… But since Brent prides himself on being a professional, he managed his thirst level, and maintained his focus on fixing the air conditioner…

And as Brent was figuring out what the problem is with her air conditioner, Cierra was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, roasting like a hen in the oven, when she stood up to walk five feet to the refrigerator to grab a large 32 oz cup of ice water. And she went on to drink approximately half of the water, before she lowered the cup from her mouth, stared at it for a couple of seconds, and decided to just pour the remainder of it on her head… And the water and ice traveled down her chest and torso, before she let out a loud ahhhhh sound of relief…

And this cooled Cierra down – At least temporarily – so she could feel comfortable for at least a couple of minutes… But the hotness returned with a vengeance. And to try to stave off the heat for as long as possible, she laid face down on the floor in the puddle of water to try to bring back that coolness feeling she felt minutes earlier…

And as Cierra laid there in the puddle of ice water trying to maintain some sanity, on the other side of the room was Brent. And he was thinking about how much he would really like to fuck her… How he would like to lift up Cierra’s sweaty body, and put her in the Suspended Congress position, as he fucked her senseless… And that thought made Brent’s dick shoot up like a NASA rocket on it’s way to space… But – Once again – he was able to get his mind back focused on what he’s here to do…

And finally. it took around the percentage of the number of “The Playmaker” of this past hour for Brent to fix Cierra’s air conditioner, and afterwards, he explained to her what the problem was…

“Your drain line was clogged, and that prevented the air conditioner from running… That’s gotta be cleaned out every few months, so you avoid somethin’ like this… Or even buildup that can flood your floors…”… Explained Brent.

And Cierra could care less what the explanation was. All she wanted to hear was the sound of the air conditioner working… And that’s what she said to Brent when she cut him off midway through his explanation. And literally seconds later, cool hair began flowing out of the air conditioner… And without hesitation or warning, Cierra began passionately kissing Brent… And this lasted for awhile, before Cierra realized what she was doing, and she went on to try to explain herself to him…

“I’m… I’m so sorry Mr. Air Conditioner Man… I don’t know what came over me… I just haven’t been thinking clearly the last few days”…

“I don’t know what came over you Ms. Cierra, but I would like for it to continue… And by the way, you have the most voluptuous DSL’s my lips have ever touched”… Replied Brent.

“Thank you”…  Responded Cierra.

And then she went back to kissing Brent… And the two spent the next few minutes kissing each other passionately, as they both moved their hands up and down each other’s torsos, And soon thereafter, as Cierra’s apartment got cooler, the passion between her and Brent was just heating up, as the two began removing the clothes from each other’s bodies…

(Brent unsnapped the back of Cierra’s bra… And she temporarily unhooked her hands from his back to shake the bra off, before she placed her hands back onto his back. And seconds later, Cierra reached down to Brent’s waist, to pull his navy blue shirt over his shoulder. And he helped her out by tossing it off… And finally, Brent pulled off his white A-Shirt)

… And after the two were nude from the waist up, Cierra jumped on Brent, and the two fell unto the floor…

And they continued kissing each other passionately for another couple of minutes, as Brent went on to pull Cierra’s white panty briefs down to her knees, and she in return pulled Brent’s olive green slacks down to his knees. And eventually – When kissing on her juicy lips had run it’s course -, Brent attempted to slide his as hard as “Keeping a professional sports coaching job for more than three consecutive years” dick between Cierra’s southern lips… But she stopped him when she felt the heat from his nether region hit the outside of her lips like this heatwave hit her a few days ago… Before she gave him a look, and asked him…

“You got a rubber on ya”?

“No”… Replied Brent.

(Because how many men out there expect to get some when you go fix someone’s air conditioner???)

“Be right back”… Said Cierra.

Then she got up from Brent’s waist, and quickly walked herself to her bedroom to grab a condom from her nightstand, before she just as quickly made her way back to the main room to hand Brent the rubber… And he placed the condom onto his erected dick, before Cierra finally hopped back onto his waist, to let his dick properly enter her…

 

And after taking a few seconds to get their rhythm, Cierra began bouncing up and down on Brent’s dick… Which also meant that her big 38 C titties were bouncing up and down as well. And soon thereafter, Brent decided that he wanted to get a taste of them, so he placed his lips onto Cierra’s left nipple, and sucked on it like those hidden industry fees suck on your bank account every month… And in fact, he eventually wound up giving her titty a hickey…

And Brent continued sucking on Cierra’s titties, but he was also filling up on her butt as well. So he took it up another level, by doing a combo of smacking and palming her ass,.. And the result of this was that it caused Cierra to make some satisfactory noises from her mouth

And as the extensive minutes of hot, sweaty, and physical sex had taken its tole, Cierra felt something inside the puss that she hasn’t felt in a while, so she asked Brent to…

“PULL OUT!… PULL THE FUCK OUT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So Brent did… And when he was fully out of her seconds later, the build up that was inside of her pussy began exploding out of her like Dutch Schultz’s factory building onto Brent’s midsection. And after she breathed heavily for a handful of seconds, Cierra realized what she had just did, so said to him…

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… You know… On you”…

“No need to apologize… I like that I got tha skillz to make a woman a lose herself on me”… Responded Brent.

And seconds later, Cierra inserted Brent’s dick back inside of her, so that he could have his orgasm…

And that would happen a few minutes later, as Brent let out a loud and prolonged moan, and within seconds, his orgasm began filling up his condom covered dick…

And afterwards, Cierra rolled off of Brent, and laid next to him, as the two took almost a minute and a half to regain their normal breathing habits. And then Cierra got up from the floor to go to bathroom… But before she arrived their, Brent said to her…

“Hey Cierra… I would like to see you again, and take you out on a date”…

“Okay… I’m down with that… You got my number… Call me”… Answered Cierra.

And Brent responded by nodding his head and smiling at Cierra, before going on to tell her

“Cool”…

And as for Cierra, although she had – Unexpectedly – enjoyed the company of Brent, she had something more important on her mind at the time….

“Hey I’ve been sweating like I’ve been in hell for the past three days, so I really need to get to the shower… So…”…

“Oh yeah, I understand… I gotta a few more air conditioners to fix myself, so I need to, you know”… Responded Brent.

And after Brent and Cierra exchanged yeahs to each other, Cierra went into the bathroom to run the shower water, before walking back into the main room to ask Brent…

Can you lock the door for me on your way out?… I reeeaally need to”…

“Yeah I got it”… Replied Brent.

And then Cierra walked back into the bathroom to take a looooong shower

(And yeah I know… A woman trusting a stranger man that she’s just met just over an hour ago to lock the door, and not try anything – Even after he’s gotten everythang – is well… Not realistic… But in a heatwave, your not really in the right frame of mind anyway. So just go with the story)

And as for Brent, after he took off the condom and threw it in the trash, he put his clothes back on, and took a deep breath, before walking out of Cierra’s front door and locking it – From the inside -, as he began making his way to his next destination to fix another air conditioner…