Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,37

I rubbed my hands over his muscular chest and down his thighs as he grabbed my hips and gyrated against me. We were out of control!

The music slowed down, and he held me close, caressing my body with the tenderness and gentleness it was craving for. He empowered my body with his and had me anxiously yearning for more. I placed my head against his chest in an attempt to regain control. He made me horny and intimidated the shit out of me at the same time. I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled away from him and walked off the dance floor. I was a wreck! I couldn’t believe that this man, this total stranger intimidated me on the dance floor like that! I made my way through the crowded floor and walked to the ladies’ room to wash my face. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t believe that this guy made me nervous, and sent chills up and down my spine; then made me walk off the dance floor before the song was over! It took me a few minutes to get myself together and walked back on the dance floor. When I did, he was dancing in the same spot and sucking on a lollipop. He looked at me with a devilish smile and made a sexual gesture to me with the lollipop. He laughed at my facial expression and walked up to me, nose to nose! That did it! I turned around and walked off the floor again, this time in a cold sweat! What the hell is going on with me? I asked myself. This never happen to me before, what the hell was going on with me? This man had unnerved my cool calm demeanor, and he knew it! He did it with confidence and elegance, and I couldn’t let him get away with it. So I got up my nerves again and marched back on the dance floor to set the record straight. Only to find out he was gone! I looked around the dance floor, then around the VIP room, but he was no where to be found. My mystery man had vanished! No name, no phone number, and no nothing! I had only a face and a beautiful smile to remember.

All week long I dreamed about this man. I couldn’t get him out of my mind and thought about him day and night. I told my friends and coworkers about this mystery man and how he worked my nerves on the dance floor. As a joke, I decided to nickname him Chocolate Man because of his dark sexy complexion. From that point on, nothing or no one else would peak my interest but him. Even when Kavon called midweek, I was a little standoff-ish and ready to end our friendship before it started, so to speak. Sensing my nonchalant attitude, Kavon suggested that I go for a ride to the beach then stop off somewhere for dinner with him. I had nothing else planned for the evening so I accepted his offer.

I was upstairs in the bathroom when I heard a loud roar in front of my house and looked out the window to see what all the commotion was. It was Kavon on a red and black Suzuki motorcycle! Girls, girls, girls, I was back in heaven! Not only did this man have a bad ass Mercedes, he also had a motorcycle! I have always had a thing for bikes since I was little. My father purchased a motorcycle during my senior year in high school, and I pestered him to death to teach me how to ride, and he did, but I never bought one for myself. Now here comes Kavon with a bike, and I’m sure the desires to buy one will probable come back. Anyway, Mr. Kavon Emory might work out after all, and if not he’ll be a suitable distraction that I need till I find my mystery chocolate man. I ran down the stairs and swung open the front door. He looked at me and smiled with a devilish grin as he walked through the door. “I like what you’re wearing, but I need you to change your clothes,” he said. “I need you to coordinate your outfit to match mine; it’s a bike thing,” he stated. So we went upstairs to my bedroom so I could find the appropriate attire for the occasion. I