Mango

It's friday night and I am ready to have fun in downtown Manhattan. As the story goes, it all goes down in the bar at night. Tonight, I feel like dancing, drinking, meeting somebody new and having loads of fun. I am going lone-ranger tonight, as I am ready for an adventure.

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack* is the sound my heels make as I walk to the entrance of The Fat Black Pussycat. The bouncer stops me, I show him my ID, he smiles and says "go in baby, who is next?"

I smile at him, to show patronage, and steadily walk into the bar. Once inside the bar, I can't help notice all the sexy people partying it up. They all notice my entrance- I try to not let it go over my head.

The Fat Black Pussycat is not too packed yet, quite a good amount of people in here. I sit on the nearest stool by the bar, but then they start playing "Nunnadet Shit by Asian Doll," so I naturally get up and start to jam and sing along with the lyrics.

I bop my head, my hips, all of my body to this song. I start to shout the lyrics "I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that shit, Bout none of that shit, I don't give a fuck bout none of that shit, Bout none of that shit, Nigga want war, just say that, uh,Where I'm from, we don't play that, uh (what?)."

What a good feeling it is to be in a bar that plays the type of music you love to listen to. The song ends. Next thing you know I catch myself in a conversation with this fine sexy yummy man, wow, he is such eye candy.

He says to me, "what is your name baby?"

I respond "my friends call me Heaven, but you can call me Trouble, tonight." He says "I like your poetry Trouble, but how about I just call you Heaven, if that really is your real name." I respond "how many names do people have post-pandemic anyways?" He says "too many for me to take notice -Heaven you can call me Anthony."

Next, I say " what a lovely name, for a handsome man, care to have a drink with me?" He then tells me "that would be my pleasure, in fact, I am actually carrying Bacardi with me right now, it's in my pocket, in a brown paper bag."

I tell him "how did you get that in here with the bouncer in the front of the bar; and yes, let me get a little sip of that please." He replies "the bouncer is my home-boy; I have known him since the fifth grade."

He takes the brown paper bag from his jeans pocket to hand me the Bacardi. I take the Bacardi. Then, I tell him "may I press my lips on the bottle, or should I waterfall?" He replies "you can press your lips on the Bacardi only if you're going to let me kiss your lips after." I don't respond as a sign of disapproval, then I proceed to waterfall the Bacardi. He says "well that says it all does it not."

I tell him "thank you for the sip, here you go Anthony." I pass him back his Bacardi inside the brown paper bag. He takes it- he pushes the Bacardi out of the brown paper bag to press his lips on the lid for a sip." He closes the bottle, and puts the brown paper bag back into his jeans pocket. He then exclaims humorously "ahh, it's as refreshing as liquor shall be. May I dance with you Heaven?" I reply "for sure."

We hit the dance floor for about four songs. The energy in the room is pure bliss. His body was moving with mine perfectly sensual, and with good rhythm. He placed his hands on my waist, while his pelvis would compliment the movement of my hips. I dared to twerk on him for all four songs. The whole time I pressed my ass on his pelvis, I could feel his penis press on the curves of my ass. His gentle dance strokes on my ass with his dick had my pussy dripping wet. If he had slid his hand inside my minidress he would have felt how his moves made my pussy wet. Indeed, he was a gentleman, slowly rubbing his hard dick on my ass crack as I bounced my ass faster on him. Dancing with Anthony felt like having sex on the dance floor. Finally, I pulled my body away from his, which led him to grab me by my wrist and my waist to pull my breasts towards his chest. I placed my small hands on his chest, while he seductively put his lips near my ear and his hands near my ass and waist. He said "Let me kiss you Heaven." Even though my body was aroused, I had to decline. I could not risk getting anyone too involved into my lone-ranger adventure.

In my mind, I agreed to dance with him, not to kiss him. I put some force on his chest to push him away from my breasts and seductively said "thank you for the dance; I have to go now." Then, I proceeded to walk out of the dancefloor to head to the exit. Anthony began to follow me. As I was stepping out of the bar, looking like a real life Oshun, he raised his voice to say "wait for me Heaven!" I did not respond. I kept walking out. I waved goodbye to the bouncer and said "thank you for your hospitality," the bouncer said "you are welcome darling."

Next thing you know I was crossing the street from the side of the bar heading towards the West 4th St Trains station to possibly go home. I look to my left side and Anthony was there.

He stops, steps in front of me, he puts his hands on my shoulders and says fervidly "wait a minute Heaven, I need your number, the way you danced with me was magic, I never danced with no girl like that before. You make me feel a sensation of comfort I have never felt with no other girl. This is not the liquor talking. I need to see you again. I like you alot, and I am hopeful one day I can call you my girl." I gently place my hands on his wrists lowering them, removing his hands from my shoulders and say "put your phone up, my cellphone number is 347-874-4567." Smiling, I say "I genuinely enjoy dancing with you, and my desire is to dance with you again." He pulls his cellphone out of his pocket, proceeds to add my number, then he says, "alright, may I walk with you." I respond "for sure."

We walk around the West Village romantically with his hands on my waist, and my hands on his for about twenty-five minutes. We stop walking around to sit down on a bench inside a closed park with an open gate. While he sits, I sit on top of him facing him, then we embrace into each others arms. I take a doting look at Anthony and say "this would be significantly greater of a night if we had some tasty mangos to eat right now." His artless response is "that would be tasty, as a matter of fact take a look to the bottom right behind you." He lets go of my waist to point with his hand at a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper on the pavement, inside of the park. I look at him with excitement and curiosity, then I ask "Do you know what it is?" He replies "yes, I do. The mangos you want are inside there. There are two for you, and two for me." I reply with a low tone "seriously?" He says "I will get up and show you myself what is inside the brown package." He stands up while holding me from my ass and back; my legs are open and inbetween his abdominal muscles; my panties are soaked. Next, he places me on the bench to sit, I moan in sexual arousal. He walks away from me to pick up the mysterious brown package, then he walks back, sits next to me and opens the package. To my surprise, there are exactly four mangos inside. I stare at him astonished and with fondness. He gives me one mango and then places the brown package to the empty left side of the bench. He says me "get on top me Heaven." I reply with a titilating voice "okay Anthony." As I cross my legs to sit on top of Anthony, he begins to grab me my back and says "feed me that mango baby." While biting my lip, I reply "for sure."