IRL: Magic City Classic
I get many requests asking me to share more of my real life experiences. Several of my stories contain elements of things that actually happened to me. But, I’ve decided to put together a new e-Book of my personal sexcapades. So, in that vein, here’s the first installment of my ‘In Real Life’ (IRL) series. The story is true except for the names which I changed to protect the innocent...Or guilty. I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.
-------------
It was October 2009 and I’d recently relocated back to Alabama for work. It had been years since I’d attended the Magic City Classic where rivals Alabama A&M University and Alabama State University met on the gridiron. I booked a room and drove up to Birmingham that Friday night so I could catch the parade early the next morning.
I placed an ad on CL and connected with someone. That’s a story for another time though.
I woke up and went to the parade. It was a drizzly day so I decided not to get out of my car. Back then, I wasn’t sporting an Afro. I had my hair permed so it was straight and shoulder-length with lots of body. And, I didn’t want it frizzing up. So, I just drove back to my hotel and waited for the weather to improve.
Thankfully, Mother Nature decided that the sun should come out and it ended up being a pretty day. I drove out to Legion Field and found a place to park. I walked around visiting some of the street vendors. Eventually, I ended up at an RV in the stadium parking lot where a bunch of brothers of Omega Psi Phi (The Ques) were tailgating. They were grilling smoked sausages and burgers. They had a ton of beer iced down too.
A couple of them had cat-called me over and so I obliged. I had on skinny jeans and a tight graphic tee with brown Baby Phat rain boots. I admit I was looking like total fish. They offered me some food and drink. I flirted until I heard the bands lining up for their entrance. While the football is good, the bands are the stars of any HBCU Classic. And, this was no different. I thanked the handsome Omega men for their hospitality and even shared my number with one of the two that had originally invited me to join.
The game was cool. I sat by myself. Joked with some of the folks around me until half-time. Then I watched the spectacle of the marching Bulldogs and Hornets. Both bands did incredibly well. And, of course, I dreamed of being one of the Dancing Dolls or the Stingettes - the dance teams. I decided to leave once the halftime show concluded.
I walked back to my car. Well, I switched back to it. I got in and started the engine, put it in gear, and pressed the accelerator. Alas, the ground was soft from the rain and my rear tire sunk in. I turned my steering wheel frantically trying to escape this situation. It was to no avail.
Lo and behold, a tall, medium brown-skinned fellow walked by and saw my plight. He came over and offered to help. He grabbed a broken limb and placed it at the base of the tire. The handsome brother told me to hit the gas slowly. I did. I was free. I thanked him and asked if he needed a ride. He said sure. I drove him a couple of miles away to his “grandmother’s house”.
He told me I was sexy and I said he was too. I asked if he wanted to feel my lips. He was eager and pulled out a flaccid heavy dick. I bent down and started to kiss it. It grew considerably. I sucked him off right outside the house. I took his number for another time.
I went back to the hotel to rest up before going out that night.
Around 9:00 p.m., I exited my room. I was dressed in another pair of skinny jeans. I wore a long sleeve, turquoise fitted top with a turquoise-and-white, zip-front, sweater vest over it. I had on large hoop earrings and beige Ugg boots. I drove downtown and decided to go to a place called The Wine Bar. After finding a spot a couple of blocks away, I applied some more lip gloss and got out. As I walked to the lounge, I saw a white convertible Mercedes roadster drive past me. I thought nothing of it.
I went inside and sat at the bar. I ordered a glass of house Chardonnay and an order of lamb lollipops. As I was drinking my wine, an older guy with a shaved head and caramel skin took a seat one over from me. He asked how I was doing and we began a small conversation. He decided to scoot over and sit next to me. I offered him some of my food. He tasted it and said it was almost as delicious as I looked.
We conversed for a while. I found out that Terry was fifty-one years old. I was twenty-nine at the time. But, he had a nice dad bod and I have daddy issues so it was all good. He told me he worked at ASU in charge of the physical plant. He ordered me another drink and asked me to pick something else from the tapas menu.
As the conversation continued, Terry got a phone call. I could hear him.
“I’m in B-Ham, bro,” he said.
A pause.
Terry replied, “I met this beautiful young lady, We’re at The Wine Bar. Come up.”
Another pause.
Terry spoke again. “We’ll be here for a while. She cool. Come on up.”
More silence on our side. I took another swig of wine. Tapped the glass so the bartender could refill.
“Y’all can get a room at my hotel. If not, stay in my room. I might be spendin’ the night with her.”
Terry disconnected the call.
I asked, “Who was that?”
“A friend of mine. Samson. He said he’s driving up with his lady friend,” Terry shared.
“Oh cool.”
“Yeah! They still in Montgomery, but we can chill and wait, right?”
“Of course.”
Terry began getting handsy and I loved it. We ordered more tapas and a bottle. He excused himself to the restroom.
Around 11:15 p.m., he got a call from Samson saying that he and his girlfriend had arrived.
Terry told the bartender to close the check. I went for my purse.
“Hell naw,” he scoffed. “I got it.” He pulled out a money clip and peeled off a couple of bills. “Keep the change! Can we get a table,” he inquired of the chick that had been serving us.
Samson and his woman arrived. We were led to a spot that had a fabric coffee table, two loveseats and a comfy chair. The new guests took up residence on one couch. Terry and I occupied the other. Samson and Terry ordered some tequila shots for us all and a bottle of wine.
We all laughed and talked for about ninety minutes. I was feeling loose and ready to go.
Terry gave Samson his room key. Samson picked up this tab.
I walked back to my car with Terry following me. Once I got inside, he said, “I’m gonna go get in my car and pull around so I can trail you to your hotel.”
“What are you driving,” I quizzed.
“A white Benz. Convertible,” he answered matter-of-factly.
“Okay,” I smiled.
It was crazy. That was most likely the car I saw drive past me on my way into the bar.
He pulled up and I drove out of the parking lot. We went along slowly as were we both inebriated as all get out.
Once at my hotel, we parked. I ran up to the side door and swiped my key card. Then, I pulled the door closed. Terry walked up to it and tried to open the door. It was locked tight.
He protested, “Let me in!”
“I’m scared,” I pleaded.
“Why?”
“Cause I’m really a boy,” I explained.
“No you’re not,” he shot back. “If you don’t want to be with me just say so. I know I’m too old.”
“It’s not that,” I shook my head. “You’re sexy as hell. I really want you.”
“Then let me in.”
“But I’m a boy. I don’t want any problems.”
“I don’t think you are. But it’s cool. Let me in, baby. I gotta piss.”
I opened the door and he followed me to my room. He rushed into the bathroom and I could hear the loud stream of his relief going into the toilet. When he came out, he looked at me. He said, “You don’t look like any dude I ever seen. Prove to me you’re a boy.”
I unbuckled my jeans and shimmied them down along with my bikini brief panties. My soft, small clitty was there to be seen.
“Damn,” he shook his head. “I can’t believe this. I ain’t never fucked no dude before.”
“Well, I’m not a dude. I’m a girl. I was just born like this.”
“Mmhmm. Turn around and show me that ass.”
I spun around and he walked up to me. He started squeezing my butt cheeks.
“Ooh,” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby! It’s soft and tight.”
“Thanks!”
“You know what,” he questioned me.
“What?”
“I saw you walking.”
“Huh?”
“You were walking towards the bar. I parked and went in cause I saw your slim, chocolate ass. I said, ‘I want that bitch.’”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah! You’re fine as fuck! Take this shit off. I wanna fuck you.”
I undressed and crawled on the bed. Terry got naked too. His dick was bone hard. Solid. Thick. Eight-and-a-half-inches. I sucked it as he spanked my taut, little ass.
“Get on your back,” he ordered.
I complied.
He pushed inside of me as I winced.
His solid body heaved his girthy manhood in and out of me.
I moaned, “Fuck me, daddy! Fuck my boipussy!”
“Ooh yeah,” he grunted. “Take daddy dick!”
“Yes, nigga! Fuck me!”
“It’s so tight, baby! You so pretty!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“This pussy so good, baby!”
“Give it to me, daddy!”
“Oh yeah!”
Terry pounded me with every ounce of his being. His meaty member going to the hilt with every stroke. I was in heaven as he roared, “I’m gonna cum!”
He flooded my rectum.
Terry spent the night and we did it again in the morning before he took me to Waffle House. We exchanged numbers and met many more times. I eventually found out he was not who he said he was.
-------------
It was October 2009 and I’d recently relocated back to Alabama for work. It had been years since I’d attended the Magic City Classic where rivals Alabama A&M University and Alabama State University met on the gridiron. I booked a room and drove up to Birmingham that Friday night so I could catch the parade early the next morning.
I placed an ad on CL and connected with someone. That’s a story for another time though.
I woke up and went to the parade. It was a drizzly day so I decided not to get out of my car. Back then, I wasn’t sporting an Afro. I had my hair permed so it was straight and shoulder-length with lots of body. And, I didn’t want it frizzing up. So, I just drove back to my hotel and waited for the weather to improve.
Thankfully, Mother Nature decided that the sun should come out and it ended up being a pretty day. I drove out to Legion Field and found a place to park. I walked around visiting some of the street vendors. Eventually, I ended up at an RV in the stadium parking lot where a bunch of brothers of Omega Psi Phi (The Ques) were tailgating. They were grilling smoked sausages and burgers. They had a ton of beer iced down too.
A couple of them had cat-called me over and so I obliged. I had on skinny jeans and a tight graphic tee with brown Baby Phat rain boots. I admit I was looking like total fish. They offered me some food and drink. I flirted until I heard the bands lining up for their entrance. While the football is good, the bands are the stars of any HBCU Classic. And, this was no different. I thanked the handsome Omega men for their hospitality and even shared my number with one of the two that had originally invited me to join.
The game was cool. I sat by myself. Joked with some of the folks around me until half-time. Then I watched the spectacle of the marching Bulldogs and Hornets. Both bands did incredibly well. And, of course, I dreamed of being one of the Dancing Dolls or the Stingettes - the dance teams. I decided to leave once the halftime show concluded.
I walked back to my car. Well, I switched back to it. I got in and started the engine, put it in gear, and pressed the accelerator. Alas, the ground was soft from the rain and my rear tire sunk in. I turned my steering wheel frantically trying to escape this situation. It was to no avail.
Lo and behold, a tall, medium brown-skinned fellow walked by and saw my plight. He came over and offered to help. He grabbed a broken limb and placed it at the base of the tire. The handsome brother told me to hit the gas slowly. I did. I was free. I thanked him and asked if he needed a ride. He said sure. I drove him a couple of miles away to his “grandmother’s house”.
He told me I was sexy and I said he was too. I asked if he wanted to feel my lips. He was eager and pulled out a flaccid heavy dick. I bent down and started to kiss it. It grew considerably. I sucked him off right outside the house. I took his number for another time.
I went back to the hotel to rest up before going out that night.
Around 9:00 p.m., I exited my room. I was dressed in another pair of skinny jeans. I wore a long sleeve, turquoise fitted top with a turquoise-and-white, zip-front, sweater vest over it. I had on large hoop earrings and beige Ugg boots. I drove downtown and decided to go to a place called The Wine Bar. After finding a spot a couple of blocks away, I applied some more lip gloss and got out. As I walked to the lounge, I saw a white convertible Mercedes roadster drive past me. I thought nothing of it.
I went inside and sat at the bar. I ordered a glass of house Chardonnay and an order of lamb lollipops. As I was drinking my wine, an older guy with a shaved head and caramel skin took a seat one over from me. He asked how I was doing and we began a small conversation. He decided to scoot over and sit next to me. I offered him some of my food. He tasted it and said it was almost as delicious as I looked.
We conversed for a while. I found out that Terry was fifty-one years old. I was twenty-nine at the time. But, he had a nice dad bod and I have daddy issues so it was all good. He told me he worked at ASU in charge of the physical plant. He ordered me another drink and asked me to pick something else from the tapas menu.
As the conversation continued, Terry got a phone call. I could hear him.
“I’m in B-Ham, bro,” he said.
A pause.
Terry replied, “I met this beautiful young lady, We’re at The Wine Bar. Come up.”
Another pause.
Terry spoke again. “We’ll be here for a while. She cool. Come on up.”
More silence on our side. I took another swig of wine. Tapped the glass so the bartender could refill.
“Y’all can get a room at my hotel. If not, stay in my room. I might be spendin’ the night with her.”
Terry disconnected the call.
I asked, “Who was that?”
“A friend of mine. Samson. He said he’s driving up with his lady friend,” Terry shared.
“Oh cool.”
“Yeah! They still in Montgomery, but we can chill and wait, right?”
“Of course.”
Terry began getting handsy and I loved it. We ordered more tapas and a bottle. He excused himself to the restroom.
Around 11:15 p.m., he got a call from Samson saying that he and his girlfriend had arrived.
Terry told the bartender to close the check. I went for my purse.
“Hell naw,” he scoffed. “I got it.” He pulled out a money clip and peeled off a couple of bills. “Keep the change! Can we get a table,” he inquired of the chick that had been serving us.
Samson and his woman arrived. We were led to a spot that had a fabric coffee table, two loveseats and a comfy chair. The new guests took up residence on one couch. Terry and I occupied the other. Samson and Terry ordered some tequila shots for us all and a bottle of wine.
We all laughed and talked for about ninety minutes. I was feeling loose and ready to go.
Terry gave Samson his room key. Samson picked up this tab.
I walked back to my car with Terry following me. Once I got inside, he said, “I’m gonna go get in my car and pull around so I can trail you to your hotel.”
“What are you driving,” I quizzed.
“A white Benz. Convertible,” he answered matter-of-factly.
“Okay,” I smiled.
It was crazy. That was most likely the car I saw drive past me on my way into the bar.
He pulled up and I drove out of the parking lot. We went along slowly as were we both inebriated as all get out.
Once at my hotel, we parked. I ran up to the side door and swiped my key card. Then, I pulled the door closed. Terry walked up to it and tried to open the door. It was locked tight.
He protested, “Let me in!”
“I’m scared,” I pleaded.
“Why?”
“Cause I’m really a boy,” I explained.
“No you’re not,” he shot back. “If you don’t want to be with me just say so. I know I’m too old.”
“It’s not that,” I shook my head. “You’re sexy as hell. I really want you.”
“Then let me in.”
“But I’m a boy. I don’t want any problems.”
“I don’t think you are. But it’s cool. Let me in, baby. I gotta piss.”
I opened the door and he followed me to my room. He rushed into the bathroom and I could hear the loud stream of his relief going into the toilet. When he came out, he looked at me. He said, “You don’t look like any dude I ever seen. Prove to me you’re a boy.”
I unbuckled my jeans and shimmied them down along with my bikini brief panties. My soft, small clitty was there to be seen.
“Damn,” he shook his head. “I can’t believe this. I ain’t never fucked no dude before.”
“Well, I’m not a dude. I’m a girl. I was just born like this.”
“Mmhmm. Turn around and show me that ass.”
I spun around and he walked up to me. He started squeezing my butt cheeks.
“Ooh,” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby! It’s soft and tight.”
“Thanks!”
“You know what,” he questioned me.
“What?”
“I saw you walking.”
“Huh?”
“You were walking towards the bar. I parked and went in cause I saw your slim, chocolate ass. I said, ‘I want that bitch.’”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah! You’re fine as fuck! Take this shit off. I wanna fuck you.”
I undressed and crawled on the bed. Terry got naked too. His dick was bone hard. Solid. Thick. Eight-and-a-half-inches. I sucked it as he spanked my taut, little ass.
“Get on your back,” he ordered.
I complied.
He pushed inside of me as I winced.
His solid body heaved his girthy manhood in and out of me.
I moaned, “Fuck me, daddy! Fuck my boipussy!”
“Ooh yeah,” he grunted. “Take daddy dick!”
“Yes, nigga! Fuck me!”
“It’s so tight, baby! You so pretty!”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“This pussy so good, baby!”
“Give it to me, daddy!”
“Oh yeah!”
Terry pounded me with every ounce of his being. His meaty member going to the hilt with every stroke. I was in heaven as he roared, “I’m gonna cum!”
He flooded my rectum.
Terry spent the night and we did it again in the morning before he took me to Waffle House. We exchanged numbers and met many more times. I eventually found out he was not who he said he was.
1 year ago
