Limousine Confessions: All Out In The Open

by Nicety

FEELING MYSELF

  I sat in my oversized living room staring at the screen of my MacBook Pro, wondering how in the hell I was going to manage getting this article out. Kathy only called on us to write banging articles when it was crunch season and she needed the magazine to sell hard. But I she could've given me a better damn topic than that.

  Having been sexually deprived for months, I could think of no other way to start then in the comfort of my own home. I had to do what I knew best. But in the freakiest way? I didn't know if I had ever gotten freaky with myself. In fact, I considered myself the unfreakiest person alive. Of course, like most women, I had the occasional vibrator. Mine was just a small bullet that I kept in safe keeping so the cleaning lady wouldn't find it and touch it while I wasn't here. But I've never done anything borderline freaky with it as far as I could tell.

  My fingers went to work, searching for masturbation videos. Admittedly, a part of me was curious to see what they were doing that was more spectacular than what I normally did. Multiple websites popped up on Google along with the unwanted pop ups begging me to click and pay for their erotic services. I couldn’t figure out which ones to choose but under one of the links it said “Free” prompting me to click it posthaste.

  “Do you want to watch?” A lady seductively winked her eye as she blared through my speaker.

  “Yes, I want to watch. Why else do you think I’m here?” I realized I was snapping at a chick that didn’t even know I existed.

  As I clicked through the site I came across a screen with multiple videos posted as medium sized thumbnails. I scrolled looking for the exact kind that I needed. The bare flesh and still sex faces heightened my senses. Having never watched porn before, I could only conclude that I was becoming aroused as my nipples began to tingle. I didn’t like watching that kind of stuff simply for that reason. No use getting my car started if I wasn’t going to take it anywhere, if you know what I mean.

  Scrolling all the way to the bottom of the screen, I came across a thick brown skinned female with a nice round thick waist and full perky double d tits. She was sitting with her legs cocked wide open. One hand was rubbing her clit while the other was pinching her tiny dark round nipples. I had to have her. But not in the homosexual sense, at least I thought. She dripped with sex and the more I stared at her the more I wanted to mimic everything she was doing.

  Immediately I dashed for the bullet in my nightstand and headed back for my living room quickly clicking play on the free video. Living on the tenth floor of my building allotted me a great view of downtown Chicago. The night-lights set the ambiance as I dimmed the lights from the remote control on the glass coffee table. If I was going to do it, hell I might as well make a night of it. The only thing I was missing was some candles and some wine.

  Slowly I removed my clothes tossing them over on the floor and settled in for the awkward couple of minutes I was about to have on my couch, alone. As the video played on the girl, only known as Candy that I gathered from the title, walked into a room with a long purple dildo in hand. She settled in on a beige couch propping her legs up, going right to work on her pussy.

  Candy pushed the dildo in her mouth, sucking so hard that her cheeks caved in. Her moaning sent a slight tingling sensation through my body as I leaned back trying to get into the mood. I never knew how exotic a female's body could be before watching Candy in action. As she slipped her hand down to her slit, so did I. My fingers twiddled my pearl while my teeth bit my lip loving the soothing massage I gave myself.

  Taking the dildo out of her mouth, Candy removed her thin bra tossing it over on the floor. Her small brown d cup nipples poked out right at me as I secretly yearned to touch them. Instead I grabbed my large nipples, gripping my C cups in both hands. My waist gyrated becoming erratic as the horny feeling that had plagued me for months overcame me.

  My phone rang out in Rhianna's voice next to my laptop, but I tried to ignore it and remain in the mood. Nipples erect, sweat beads began forming on my face, neck, and chest. Candy seemed as though she was beginning to climax. Her wails became louder and I became more aroused. She stuck the dildo inside of her with one hand and began rubbing the shit out of her pearl with the other hand.

  Her juices were flowing out of her wildly as my mouth flew agape. I snatched the bullet next me turning the bottom turnstile to turn it on. It vibrated crazily in my hand as I slowly moved it down to my clit, pressing gently. My breathing sped and my heart felt as if it would jump out of my chest. The robotic humming of the bullet sent my sensations into overdrive.

  Candy's squeals filled the room mixing effortlessly with mine as I felt myself about to explode. Slowly my facial expression turned to that of sex face with tightly squeezed eyes and a jarred mouth. As I felt the cum ooze from my clit, my body jerked forward. My legs began to tremble and my body became stiff as I struggled to pull the bullet from my pussy. It had felt so damn good that I didn't want it to end.

  "What?" I snapped answering the phone out of breath.

  "Damn girl. Did I disturb you? What's all that moaning in the background?" Dena crackled through the phone.

  "Oh my God," I whispered silently, struggling to turn the volume down on my laptop. "What do you need, Dena?"

  "I need you to come to the club with me tonight. Now before you say no, you should know that the club is the best environment for topics like we have."

  "Huh? What? Naw, I'm..." I cleared my throat thinking up a quick lie. "I'm working."

  "Hell we both need to work together." Dena chuckled.

  "What? Slut, I'm not gay."

  "Tamika, I meant we both need to work together to get inspiration for these articles. I just think we'd work better and faster if we worked together. Don't you think?" From the noise in the background, it sounded as if she had already gone to the party ahead of me. "So what'll you say, Mika. Should I call you a car or not?"

  "You and these cars. You're relentless."

  "Tamika, you need to get with it. Being professional women living in the downtown area, there's no way we should be walking or taking public transportation when we don't have to." The music in her background grew louder. "I'm saying, we're too pretty for that."

  "Are you at the club already? It's super noisy right now."

  "So what if I am? Com' on, Mika. Please, please, please come out with me. It's no fun without my partner in crime."

  I sighed heavily feeling as though I hadn't finished what Candy and I started. "Ugh, fine. But you owe me bitch."

  AT THE CLUB

  “I don’t even know why we are at this damn club, Dena. This scene is so tired right now.” I snarled sipping on the last of my ten-dollar Long Island Iced Tea.

  “Girl quit trippin’. This is my song. Com’ on let’s get up and dance and enjoy ourselves.” Dena stood up from the bar shaking her ass seductively towards the dance floor using it as bait to catch some eager thirsty fish.

  “I’m not trippin’. Every time we come up in here, it’s the same motherfuckas buying us drinks and drooling all over us. I’m just not with this shit tonight.” My eyes rolled almost on cue.

  “Tamika, you seriously need to lighten up. You came out, now have some fun. Don’t sit there all night drinking watered down alcohol and pouting at folks.”

  “I’m not, Dee. That’s exactly why I’m about to take my ass home. This was a mistake. Shit, I could’ve gotten a ton of work done for all this.” I waved her off as the stank breath heavyset guy from the other week came up behind her, grinding on her booty.

  “No, wait Mika. I’m coming,” Dena hollered after me as I headed for the front door.

  Initially, I had planned on waiting for her but only on the outside away from the funk and loudness of the club. I marched towards the exit in hopes that she would wrap up whatever she had going on to hurry her ass up especially since she was my ride home. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a good idea to agree to come out in the first place. I had a bad habit of not telling people how I truly felt in every aspect of
my life. That fact alone was mostly the reason why I was lonely and far from getting that Chief Editor's promotion I so desperately desire at work. I knew I really didn’t want to go and yet I allowed her to push me into it anyway.

  Minutes passed before I realized that stupid trick wasn’t about to bring her ass out the door. She was too engulfed in whatever fool had whispered sweet nothings in her ear. God speed to her if it was the stinky breath brotha. Luckily, I had decided to call the car service myself once I stepped foot outside the club. My eyes cut to the side, eyeing the club door as if it would set Dena on fire before walking up to the car and hopping in.

  “Where to miss?”

  “Oh no. It’s you again.” My lips curled up as my head hit the back of the seat. “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean for that to come out like it did. Or at all.”

  “It’s cool though. Nice to see you again, too. Don’t worry about it. I said the same thing when I pulled up and saw you standing there. Hell, I thought after the way you were slapped and embarrassed yourself that night you would never call me again.”

  “I don't have the strength to even address that snide remark. Please, for the love of all that is holy, just drive me home, sir.” I rolled my eyes hoping he drove like a bat out of hell, shortening the awkward silence we were about to endure.

  “Yes, ma’am. And, the name’s Jerry. Remember?” He turned around, pulling off as cautious and as slowly as could be.

  “Well, Jerry, I’m too young to be anyone’s ma’am. I'm sure you're familiar with my name.” Secretly, I wished I had a few more drinks before leaving the club.

  At least then I could have been a little more rude and obnoxious without giving a shit about the moment. When you’re trying to be nice but you really don’t want to hold a conversation with someone, it’s often a little hard not to be rude. I could feel the insolence building up inside of me ready to pop out if he said one more damn thing to me.

  “Tamika. That’s such a pretty name. My niece’s name is Tamika. Do you have any sisters, brothers, siblings, or anything?”

  “Hmm.” Annoyance bled on my face as I turned my sight outside of the dark window.

  “Is that a yes or a no? Sorry I don’t speak mumbles.” His sarcasm attempted to chew through my anger but it was futile.

  I was stone and after the night I’ve had, nothing would turn me as soft as water. “Listen, I know what you’re trying to do and not that I don’t appreciate it but I would really rather just not talk when you drive me. Okay? Just drive and raise the partition please.”

  He coughed and laughed at the same time, seemingly offended by my words. “How do you expect to go through life not speaking to people or talking to them like civilized adults?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I’m just saying, you speak to me like I’m the worst person in the world and you don’t even know. Hell, you won’t even take the time to get to know me. Give me a chance. You just might like what you find out.” The smile he shot me through the rearview mirror shined like a thousand suns. His teeth were perfect and straight.

  “Driver, roll up the partition please.” I fanned him off, trying to forget the last few minutes as my head fell back on the headrest.

  He rolled up the partition finally giving me the peace and quiet that I had been yearning for the moment I stepped in the back. I looked up noticing that I could barely see his silhouette from where I was sitting. I felt kind of bad blowing him off though. I was sure he was salty from my blatant disregard for the importance of what he was saying, but I was trying to be at one with my thoughts. My thoughts of having nothing to look forward to when I got home but a night of masturbating to big booty Candy and jotting down my experiences from it.

  “You know, you can’t silence me that way. You will only cut off the face to face communication.” Jerry blurted through the intercom.

  “Oh my gosh. Are you being serous right now?” I laughed, thinking how charming he was for being persistent. “Okay, roll down the partition and talk. It had better be interesting too.”

  “I promise you it is,” he said as the black window rolled down giving us eye contact through the mirror. “Now that we’re back in action, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? Not your work or anything business related. Just you.” He licked his lips, revealing the beautiful smile behind them again.

  It was then that I actually started paying attention to him. His features were strong; his facial hair was well tapered into a low shaved beard. His eyes were a beautiful light brown shade. His skin looked as smooth as silk and the way he licked his semi-soup cooler lips made me melt. By the way his navy black fitted suit jacket hugged his arms when he turned the steering wheel, led me to believe that he hits the gym when time permitted. Noticing all of those things just then made me wonder why I had never paid attention to this man before.

  DEEPER THAN A THOUGHT

  We had been sitting in front of my apartment building for an hour and a half just laughing at each other’s past and corny jokes. It was the most fun I had in a long while. I couldn’t believe that it happened with someone who I had only known for all of five minutes. The more I stared into his eyes as he turned hunched over his seat, the more I wanted to find out more than just his favorite food or what happened to him in high school. Not that I wasn’t intrigued by his stories of late night cheeseburgers and large cokes when he stayed up late during his early college days. But I was taken aback by the fact that he spoke on such an intellectual level and that I had abandoned getting to know him sooner.

  “Well, it’s late. I should be heading up. Maybe I’ll see you again some time, like maybe you’ll be my driver next time.” I smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

  “I’d like that,” he responded, seemingly depressed that I was ready to leave him. “But before you go, could I just tell you one more story?”

  “Sure. I mean, ye-yeah.” I wanted to slap myself for stuttering.

  “She walked into the room as the late summer’s night breeze forced her silk peach colored nighty to dance against her body. Her nipples became erect and as she lay down on the couch and cocked her legs open, they perked up firmly on her chest. Her hands explored her body as if they had never conquered that land before. They ran up and down her torso slowly hoping to hit a bump along the road and stop to investigate. But deep inside she just couldn’t bring her self to do it. She couldn’t bring herself to do what had kept her up all night, cum. She missed the touch, the feel, and the essence of strong virile hands against her almond flavored skin…”

  “What are you doing? I can’t listen to this—“ I bit my lip as his story sounded all too familiar to me.

  “And then he entered. He entered to watch, to catch her in the act of raising her nighty above her supple breasts. He stood in the darkness as one of her hands grasped hold of her nipples gently rubbing to make it harder. He gazed as the other hand ventured down into her forbidden lair of lust, fiddling the pearl within. His breathing quickened in unison with hers almost, lusting after the sexual being he had before him. But before he could take her and ravage her body the way she yearned for it to be ravaged, she first needed to trust that he could do it for her. She needed to understand that he could make her cum harder than any time she’s ever thought she came. He could give her an orgasm with oral and physical pleasure that only the Gods would allow then and only then would she know the victory of true relaxation.”

  We gazed into each other’s eyes for another quiet moment after he finished. I didn’t know what to make of the words that had just spewed from his mouth. It was as if he had stepped out of a Daniel Steel’s novel or some shit. Maybe even a Zane novel. My lips were moist and not the ones on my face. I was afraid to move; stuck in one place for fear that he would find that out somehow. I wanted to grab his face and suck his lips off. I wanted to shove my tits in his mouth and force his hand in between my legs and make him force me to cum. I wanted him like a fat kid wanted cake and from his heavy panting, I could tell that
he wanted me too.

  “Are you done?” Purposely, I drew all of the emotion out of my face trying not to salivate and let it dribble down my chest. “I think we’re done here.”

  I could tell that my words had emotionally drained him. He was expecting a far better response than what I had given him. Without uttering a word, Jerry turned around in his seat and stared out the front windshield. He didn’t even allow me to see his facial expression in the mirror, leaning his head slightly to the side to get out of my view. I was impressed with his level of backing off though I had to admit that it concerned me a tad bit. After having such a good time with him, one that I didn’t even think was possible, I felt badly for turning him down that way. In actuality, I think my words might have come out wrong.

  “Hey listen—“

  He exited the car darting around to the passenger’s side closet to my front door. My door opened and as the gust of strong wind hit my face, something held me back from stepping out of the car. I was frozen in time almost as if my mind, body, and soul were telling me not to leave. I felt like a fool, like I was missing out on something that I hadn’t tapped into yet. Minutes passed by and Jerry didn’t even so much as lean over into the car to see what was taking me so long. I stared out at my front door at the doorman’s face dreading to go near him. Once I did, I knew Jerry would undoubtedly drive out of my life.

  “Look, Jerry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Honest. I’m so, so sorry.” I looked him in his eye stepping out of the car.

  “It’s cool. I’m cool. Have a great evening ma’am.”

  “Ma’am? How did I get all the way back to ma’am?” My lips curled over playfully, but his expression didn’t change. “Right. Okay, well good night.”

  I swear my feet dragged so sluggishly to the front door and as he pulled off, I felt like apart of me was being stripped away. He had driven on down the street and I was standing there like a lost puppy that had lost its way home. As the car drove further out of sight, I felt like I would never see him again. Taking a deep breath, I choked it up and went into the building headed upstairs to my lonely humble abode. My knees felt weak. It was then and only then that I understood how much of a jerk I had been. How foolish could I be to let this great of a man walk right out of my life like that? I didn’t even feel like masturbating anymore.