Grits and groceries - Sex Stories

Grits and groceries

... word, the challenge? Let's make it a date for next weekend, I replied. "Well, she replied, what are you doing right now that we couldn't do something?" Damn, she was more aggressive than I'd expected, "not a damned thing, I answered." "Okay, so your place or mine?" I definitely didn't want this on my home plate, so I quickly replied, "my place is a mess, let's do yours." She paused..."you know, somehow I knew you'd say that." Shit I live in Dearborn Heights off I-94 a midst a bunch of Chaldean and it was difficult enough just landing the house, so I wasn't about to let some hoodrat be the reason I'd drawn the ire of my neighbors. She gave me directions to her crib; damn Detroit, the east side at that, now I'd have to worry about being jacked, or robbed, but then I was from the hood, so what was I worried about? I hung up the phone with a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if I knew that if I hit this, I wouldn't be able to just walk away. The question I'd asked myself a thousand times, is was she worth it? It was obvious that she was not as sophisticated as she made herself out to be, but then pussy is pussy, the rest be damned. I quickly pulled on off, got cleaned up and headed out the door...Dipping onto I-94 and darted over to 75 and down to the 375 eventually getting off on Charleviox, damn I hadn't down this way in years and it still hadn't changed much. Turning onto Beals St. I lamented that maybe if more of us had stayed behind, the city wouldn't be in ...

... such decline, in truth, it's never really recovered from the riots of the 60's...anyhoo, I crept down the Beals and spied her crib; well, at least her crib ain't too bad, I pulled over to the curbs and took a quick look up and down the street, scanning for any sign of trouble. Look at you man, you watch too much news, I told myself, why would you be afraid of your own people? (I still got out of my car and scanned before heading up to her crib)... mamma ain't raise no fool. She opened the door and ushered me in before I could knock, "hey baby, glad you could find the house." she said as I entered. Hmm, I thought, not bad at all; her home was decorated in contemporary styling and it smelled fresh and clean too. "It's not much, but its mine," she offered. "Don't be silly, its gorgeous...just like you." "Awe that's sweet, she smiled, come in a take a load off." "Funny, I thought, I already did, but smiled at her habit of using terms that could easily be interpreted as sexual innuendos. She still had on that dress, but no shoes and her feet, were pretty, and finely manicured. "Would you like something to drink?" "Just water thank you, I don't drink." "Oh, are you a health nut, or is this too early for a drink?" No, I don't drink at all." "Okay said smiled again as she made her way to the kitchen, her ass jiggling invitingly all the way. She brought back a bottle of Evian and sat across from me in a chair and crossed her legs. Mmm.. she had an organic scent to her, no perfumes or ...