Rachel. Part 3: Sinning In Color. - Sex Stories

Rachel. Part 3: Sinning In Color.

... makeup was heavier than normal and there was plenty of perfume.

“Ok, here we go,” said Rachel as Jenny turned the corner onto a smaller street. It was lined with low-slung buildings, mostly car shops, and a few other businesses. At the next intersection, they saw a sign on a building saying there was a center for immigrants. Jenny slowed down and they rolled passed the main entrance. Outside several men and women loitered, talking, laughing, and going in and out of the building.

“See anyone interesting?” asked Jenny who was concentrating on her driving. It was tough on her left foot since it controlled the heavy clutch of the car and she had to switch from first to second gear often or the car would sound too much.

“What about him? Over there, red shirt, black jeans,” said Rachel.

Jenny looked to the sidewalk where the man was walking towards them. He looked to be in his thirties, with very short-cropped hair and the color of milk chocolate. “Too white.”

“Agree. I want one who is so dark, I can’t see him when the light is turned off,” said Rachel and Jenny laughed.

“I don’t think that comment is very PC and would fly in a more social setting.”

“Fuck that, I’m with you.”

“Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck!”

Rachel turned from watching the sidewalk to her friend who was staring ahead. “What’s going on?”

“You see that red car up ahead, that’s the same car a woman at work drives.”

“So, it could be anyone.”

“Nah, that’s a $250,000 Ferrari, not your ...

... average Toyota and she is driving towards us.”

Rachel watched the low-slung sports car as it slowly came towards them. The woman inside was watching the sidewalk on her side just like Jenny and Rachel. She hadn’t noticed them yet and with some luck, she might just drive by. They weren’t that lucky. A second later the woman faced forward and she was now close enough there was no way she wouldn’t see Jenny. The woman in the car was a brunette with white skin and large brown eyes who stared at them.

“Shit, she is slowing down,” said Jenny with panic in her voice.

“Calm down, play it cool. Say we are here to drop off some clothes for the shelter.”

The red Ferrari slowed down even more and when it was alongside them it stopped. Jenny checked her rear-view mirror and sadly there were no cars behind her. She lowered her window.

“Oh my God, it is you, Jenny. I thought I recognized the car.”

“Hey, Alice. How nice to see you. Are you also here to drop things off at the shelter? Those poor people need all the help they can get. Just imagine what they have gone through.”

Rachel was impressed by her friend’s performance and she was sure the other woman would fall for it.

“Oh, is that what you two call it, dropping off clothes? Well, I for one love to drop my clothes for one of these hotties.”

Jenny was completely confused and didn’t know what to say. “What?”

“Oh, c’mon, you two are here for some black cock, right. Shit, I got hooked on that during a vacation in ...