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

Rachel. Part 3: Sinning In Color.

... Jamaica last year. I figured it was better to pick someone up here than around work you know, the gossip.”

“Yeah, right, well, best of luck Alice. I’ll see you at work.”

As the Ferrari slowly moved on Jenny breathed out. “Wow, that was a surprise.”

“Who was she?”

“Her name is Alice; she is a senior executive where I work. Two floors above me which explains the car. Anyway, we are safe, if she is fucking men here, she will keep quiet.”

“Cool. Talking about fucking. I’m getting restless and my pussy needs cock. Let’s just pick one and get it on.”

They drove around the block three more times until Rachel called out. “Stop, there, he is just perfect.”

Jenny looked where her friend was pointing and when she saw him, she nodded in agreement. He was dressed in jeans, white tennis shoes, and a blue button-down shirt. A bit better than most of the others. He leaned against a chain-linked fence and was reading a book.

“Hi, do you speak English?” said Rachel very slowly when they had stopped in front of him.

He looked up and smiled. “A little. Are you lost?”

“No, no, as a matter of fact, we would like to ask you something. Come here.”

The man looked around and then came closer. He was a big dude, well over six feet with broad shoulders and a thick neck. “What’s your name?” asked Jenny when he leaned against the car with his hand on the roof.

“It's a long name, you can’t pronounce it, but you can call me John.”

His accent was strong and there was ...

... a sexy melody to it thought Rachel. “So, John, this might seem a bit strange but would you like to go on a date with us?”

He looked to the right and then to the left. “Why do you want to date me, you don’t know me?”

Jenny was becoming nervous by now; they had been in the area and her car stuck out like a sore thumb. “Look buddy, all we are asking is if you want to have sex with us?”

John’s smile turned into a grin. “Ah, you white ladies want to try some big African cock, is that it?”

Rachel sighed. “Yeah, that’s right. By the way, do you have a big one?”

John laughed, it was a deep and kind laugh that warmed the two women. “Yes, I do.”

“Sorry to ask, but are you clean, like have you been STD tested?” asked Jenny and received an elbow from Rachel.

“Sorry for my friend, she can be a bit rude sometimes.”

John smiled and his white teeth stood out against the black skin. “In a matter of fact, they do test us here,” he said pointing at the center just a few hundred yards away.

A woman and a man came walking towards them, obviously a couple since they held hands. As they approached, they said something to John in a language the girls didn’t understand. John answered and the couple laughed.

“Sorry, we are from the same village. What do I get out of this?” he said when the couple had walked away.

Jenny turned to Rachel and mouthed the word money and Jenny nodded. Turning back to John Rachel said, “I don’t know, what would you like?” Offering money for ...