All that set up and then...it was just over. Weird.
It was definitely a well written story. But it could've been so much more. Perhaps it needed to be told from the couple's POV? As it was, I was expecting him to get laid.
The reason the protagonist doesn't get laid is because this is based on a real event. Well, it's actually a combination of two different events I witnessed back in the 1990s. The first was on vacation, watching a well-dressed black couple have sex across the street from my hotel, late one night. He bent her over a stone railing, just as in the story. The rest of the story comes from one Saturday night outside my apartment building, as I walked home from a neighborhood bar. I saw a woman flashing in the park with her husband. She had her blouse completely unbuttoned, with no bra. She repeatedly opened her shirt and raised her skirt to show her tits and pantiless pussy. I cautiously went up close to thank them for the show. She responded by giving me an up-close and personal view of her pussy before we split up, just like in the story. The next morning I found a black lace thong near there and assumed it was hers.
That's it?
All that set up and then...it was just over. Weird.
It was definitely a well written story. But it could've been so much more. Perhaps it needed to be told from the couple's POV? As it was, I was expecting him to get laid.
The reason the protagonist doesn't get laid is because this is based on a real event. Well, it's actually a combination of two different events I witnessed back in the 1990s. The first was on vacation, watching a well-dressed black couple have sex across the street from my hotel, late one night. He bent her over a stone railing, just as in the story. The rest of the story comes from one Saturday night outside my apartment building, as I walked home from a neighborhood bar. I saw a woman flashing in the park with her husband. She had her blouse completely unbuttoned, with no bra. She repeatedly opened her shirt and raised her skirt to show her tits and pantiless pussy. I cautiously went up close to thank them for the show. She responded by giving me an up-close and personal view of her pussy before we split up, just like in the story. The next morning I found a black lace thong near there and assumed it was hers.
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