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The Man in the Black Corvette

First Meeting

By Jean SumrallPublished 5 years ago 8 min read

Samiya and Nagwa sat at a table sipping a beer they had split. Customers were beginning to come into the Greek restaurant where they performed a belly dance show every Friday night. They both took notice of the sleek, black Corvette that pulled into the parking lot. The driver maneuvered it into a spot and got out.

“He’s good looking,” observed Nagwa, who was married.

Samiya, who wasn’t married, replied, “Yeah, all that handsome and a black Corvette. What’s not to like?” she said as she took in the broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, and lean torso.

He walked into the restaurant and was seated at a corner table that offered a good view of the show. Another man soon joined him. They ordered beers and looked over the menu.

Samiya glanced at the clock. “We’d better get the show started,” she said.

Many of the diners had already been served their meals. They could now dance without having to avoid the waitresses carrying hot food. The music started and they came out into the dining area, finger cymbals playing to the rhythm of an up-beat Middle Eastern song.

Each time Samiya looked at Corvette guy, he just looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. She didn’t know if he liked her dancing or not. Intrigued, she danced up to him but still no response. Was he made of stone? All too soon their show was over and they were in Nagwa’s car ready to leave.

“Oh, damn! We forgot our tip jar,” Nagwa exclaimed.

“I’ll get it,” Samiya offered.

“Give one of your business cards to Corvette guy,” Nagwa suggested.

“Really? Should I?” Samiya was hesitant. “He didn’t seem too interested.”

“Yes, now before he leaves,” prompted her friend.

Hurrying back inside, she was just in time. Corvette guy and his friend were at the register paying for their dinners. She walked up to the men and handed her card to Corvette guy.

“Hi, I’m Samiya,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you, Samiya,” he answered and smiled for the first time.

She was caught off guard at how handsome he was when he smiled.

“I have to leave. My friend is waiting for me,” she blurted. She grabbed the tip jar and made her escape.

The Phone Call

Four days later, Corvette guy called. Samiya had almost forgotten about him.

“Hello,” she answered when her phone rang.

“Hi, this is Ted. You gave me your business card the other night at the Greek restaurant,” said the voice on the other end of the line.

Her mind raced right back to that evening. She hadn’t expected him to call.

“Hi, Ted. I remember you. You were the one who didn’t react at all to my dancing. I didn’t think you liked my performance,” she teased.

He teased right back. “I wasn’t sure how to react. I’ve never seen anyone dance with the joy and freedom you expressed in your dance. It was mesmerizing!”

“Well, thank you. So, you did enjoy my dancing,” Samiya teased.

“Yes, so much that I’d like to invite you out on a date,” he said.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“How about a Sunday afternoon drive, maybe a bite to eat. I could show you my sailboat,” he suggested.

“You have a sailboat and a Corvette?” She was impressed. This could be fun.

“Yes. The boat is a 64’ two-master in drydock right now for some maintenance,” he answered.

“I think that sounds good. What time?”

“Does noon work for you?”

“I’m looking forward to it. I’ll text you my address,” she said.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at noon on Sunday,”

She ended the call and sat back in the chair. She’d been perched on the edge of it the whole time she was on the phone. Happy that he had called her, she now felt nervous about their date. What had she gotten herself in to? She didn’t even know this guy.

The Date

Sleep had been elusive and Samiya was wide awake at 6 am Sunday morning. She got up and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Her roommate’s five cats all meowed loudly for their breakfast. She fed them knowing that Karen wouldn’t be awake for another couple hours. There was plenty of time to think about her date with Ted later in the day. He’d already seen her in her sensual belly dancer persona. She thought something a little more conservative would be appropriate for their first date.

Choosing a midi length skirt and a white lacy top from her closet, she put them on over a pair of thong panties and a sexy bra. Her reflection in the mirror told her all she needed to know; she looked beautiful. She pulled her long, brown hair into a ponytail and applied a minimal amount of makeup. Red lipstick completed her look. She was ready for her date with Ted.

Promptly at noon, the black corvette pulled into the driveway. Ted got out, looking quite handsome in black pants and a light blue shirt. Samiya watched him walk up to the house and ring the doorbell. She opened the door and smiled at him. He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Are you ready,” he asked, looking at her approvingly.

“Yes, let me get my purse,” she answered.

She followed him out to the corvette. He opened the door and she got into the low-slung vehicle. Ted smiled at her as he sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. He grabbed her knee instead of the stick shift knob.

“I guess I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he apologized with a big smile on his face.

“It’s all right. I don’t mind a little physical contact,” she replied reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of her hand. He leaned into the soft touch.

Soon they were cruising down the highway, moving through traffic easily. Ted drove the Corvette like it was part of him. She watched the landscape flow by with an occasional glance at her handsome driver.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as they exited the freeway. “I’d like something to eat.” He smiled mischievously.

“Me, too.” She licked her lips in a slow circle. She now knew exactly where this date was headed.

Ted parked next to a sailboat at the marina. He opened Samiya’s door and helped her out. She pointed to “Sohair” painted in gold lettering on the stern of the boat. He informed her that it was the name of Sinbad’s ship.

“You’re a pirate!” Samiya exclaimed. She flirted with Ted. “Captain Sindbad, what do you intend to do with me?”

He joined in with, “I haven’t decided yet. But you can be sure it will be slow and pleasurable.”

Leaning in for a kiss, he was met halfway by Samiya’s parted lips. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply, probing her mouth his tongue. She melted against him. He knew she could feel his erection through her skirt. Her hips moved in a sexual motion and he knew that she wanted him.

“Shall we go onboard.” He pointed to the ladder leaning on the side of the boat. It was tall enough to reach the deck. “You go first so I can catch you if you slip.”

“You just want to look up my skirt,” she accused him. “You horny pirate!” The thought of Ted looking up her skirt excited her. Sexual heat flowed through her and she almost fell off the ladder. Ted grabbed her butt in both hands and steadied her.

“Better be more careful, wench,” he warned. “That’s a pretty tasty piece of ass you have under that skirt. I might have to have my way with you.”

“I guess I could give you something for saving me.” She climbed onto the deck and looked down at him. Ted moved quickly up the ladder to join her. He backed her up against the mast. As he kissed her, his hand fondled her breasts.

Samiya moaned. It had been a long time since she’d been touched. She’d missed sex. She’d missed a man inside her. She wanted Ted. She wanted him deep inside of her so she could come all over his hard manhood.

Ted heard her moan. His cock pulsed at the sound. This woman was so seductive and he wanted her, badly. He opened a hatch and led her down the stairs, through a hall and into the bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and turned to help Samiya remove her blouse. She was way ahead of him, waiting for him to open the hook on the front of her bra. He kissed her while his fingers undid her bra. He slipped it down over her shoulders and tossed it aside.

Samiya slid her skirt down over her bare cheeks and let it fall to the floor. Ted had taken off his pants and wore only a pair of black silk briefs. The head of his hard dick stuck out of the waistband. She almost gasped as the size of him. Her pussy ached from the lack of sex.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Ted offered as he reached for her thong. He slid it down her legs and she stepped out of it. He pushed her down on the bed, kneeled beside it, spread her legs and pulled her snatch close to his face. He parted her wet lips and licked her hot nub.

Samiya trembled at the sensation of him sucking on her. It was so intense, she tried to back away, but Ted had his arms around her legs. He had captured her and wasn’t about to let go. He had her right where he wanted her, hot, wet and ready to come. Suddenly he released her and stood up. She moved back on the bed and he moved over her. He wanted her and slid the head of his dick inside her wet pussy but no further.

“Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Give it all to me. I want that hard shaft in me now!” her voice was filled with need.

Ted slid his hard dick in a little at a time, easing it into her until he was deep inside her. Her muscles massaged his dick as he stroked her. “Ohhh, that feels good,” he groaned. “Your pussy is amazing.”

His hot shaft plunged into her and she was ready for him. But she wasn’t prepared for how he was going to make her feel. She opened up for him and he stroked her deeper. “That’s it, that’s what I need.” She was almost in another dimension when she drenched his dick with her hot cum.

Ted felt the flood of her cream and pumped harder, deeper. He slammed into her one last time and exploded in the hot depths of her boiling snatch. His orgasm rocked his body and he felt Samiya’s legs go around his back. She clung to him as his dick pumped the last of his juice into her.

Completely satisfied, Samiya wondered what further sexual adventures she might enjoy with the man in the black Corvette and his sailboat.

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About the Creator

Jean Sumrall

I have led an amazing life with many varied interests including loving road trips, being a professional belly dancer, hand carving selenite, providing wise woman advice and intuitive readings for current problems. I love my life. Do you?

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