A Honey Named Renee

I was djing at my cousin’s birthday party in new lots Brooklyn. I think I was about twenty at the time. My cousin was and still to this day a dime piece, and she had the baddest female friends. One of my cousin friend from since childhood was this bad Jamaican chick named Renee. Word to ma dukes yo, homegirl was the illest. She arrived at the party with her younger sister Sparkle, another bad bitty. Renee stood five foot five inches tall, slim thick, with an incredible ass and nice size tits. Slightly bowlegged, gorgeous face, smooth glowing dark brown skin, full lips, pretty white teeth, brown eyes, shoulder length hair with a bang in the front. Smart, witty, affectionate, and the curious mind of a genius. She was and is the kind of woman that was spoiled but she knew how to love. I think the fact that I was younger, a bit of a bad boy, fairly intelligent and very mature for my age made me attractive to her. Plus she would tell my cousin just how handsome and cute she though I was and cuzzo would relay the message back to me. hmmm I remember she was wearing this fitted jeans or pants, white with pink or peach colored vertical stripes, which hugged her lower body like today’s yoga pants. She also wore a tank top blouse, which showcased her lean arms and back. From the moment I saw her, I handed the head phones to my partner Teflon and grabbed her sweet ass up in the air for a great big hug. She loved the way I always hugged her, it was as if we were all alone yet respectful and innocent enough as to not arise suspicion of the secret longing for one another. Renee and I had always had this interesting thing going on between us. I was fascinated, infatuated, I was in awe and secretly in love/lust whatever you want to it with her from the very first time I ever saw and met her. It was as if she was born fly, I definitely knew though, that she was born amazingly beautiful. Whatever feelings we felt towards each other there was no doubt that it was one hundred percent real and genuine.    
   
When we danced together people had to separate us, because it was as if some serious shit was about to happen next. I would get on the turntables after cuzzo interrupted us and play “What One Dance Can Do” by Beres Hammond and “Cover Me” by Ninja & Tinga. Renee waistline was crazy slim, her whining skill was even crazier. She  had the kind of butt that was indescribable, It could be  seen as a heart shaped, strawberry shaped, a phatty bubble shape, big and round that pushed her hips slightly outwards. As the songs played I would look and tease her with the sounds of Shabba Ranks “whinny, whineee, she would get amped up leaning backwards screaming with one hand grabbing and patting her pum pum whining hard with her mouth twisted to one side of her face and the other hand lifted straight pointing her finger at me beckoning me to come press up and grind on her phat punanny. Watching the big ole grin on my face Renee would turn around showing me the tight ass chunkiness hanging low as the light cast a shadow underneath revealing just how bootyliciously gifted she was. About an hour later while everyone was dancing, I took Renee for a walk outside. We walked about half the block and I sat on the side of my sister’s car. She was standing between my legs and my hands were in her back pocket. Her arms were around my neck and my head was resting on her right shoulder. We talked, joked and laughed, there was some passionate flirt fucking going on between us both. I started to kiss her, but she pulled herself off me and left, heading back into the party.  
   
You see my Jamaican Toffee had a man, and she was a good girl, nah not a good girl but a great one. On many night as I slept I would dream of driving to Long Island in the sound van to sneak her out the her crib and drive to downtown Brooklyn for a late night picnic and exhibition sex under the lights of skyscrapers, luxury apartment buildings and the bright decorative lights on the Bridge in Brooklyn Bridge Park. My cousin use to put our names together in casual conversations about us dating one day if she ever broke up with her man. I would say cousin stop with the foolish talking. However, inside I was wishing, and hoping for him to do something stupid to fuck shit up and give her a reason to leave him. For years I wished that, because as I’ve been hearing for years through the grape vine, he just didn’t seem like the kind of dude that appreciated the treasure he was fortunate to have in his possession. But to no avail she was still his. She’s the kind of chick that showed so much loyalty even if she was in a crappy situation. As long as dude was not putting his hands on her, she was willing to work things out. We would see each other whenever my sister, my cousins and I would go out partying, to dinner or around carnival time during backyard parties and on Eastern Parkway.  
   
Renee and I became reacquainted many years later after my cousin said my name came up during a casual conversation they were having. Cuzzo called me one day while I was at work and said Renee would love to hear from me. My first question was, was she single? When she said yes, I wanted to scream heck yeah. Actually I think I might have actually screamed heck yeah. I had not too long ago ended a relationship that turned sour after almost three years. I called Renee the next day after that conversation and she seemed genuinely excited to hear my voice. After all it had been about three years since we last saw each other and before that even longer. As the days and weeks came and went we would talk for hours and hours about our whole lives. On Friday evening when she and I were available she would pick me up from work and we would head into Manhattan, Brooklyn or Queens and hang out. We became closer than we have ever been before. We would dine at some of her favorite restaurants (I loved Lemon Grass Grille, one of her favorites) and some of mines as well. I would take her to one of my favorite hangout spots in Brooklyn on Flatbush extension in the park slope section of Brooklyn. This was perhaps our favorite hangout spot other than Nell’s on 14th Street between 7th and 8th Avenue, Brooklyn Moon Cafe and BAM Café. I’m hoping some of the readers reading this story might be able to remember the name of the lounge on Flatbush Avenue in Park Slope if I describe the place, cause I sure as hell can’t remember the name of the joint if my life depended on it. This place was an intimate space, and they served appetizers along with crazy drinks. The dining area was enclosed by a dark wooden barrier or fence about waist height. They usually had a dj at night playing music and the kitchen and bathrooms were in the basement, they were on the opposite sides of each other. There was also an English styled phone booth in the dimly lit basement. Anyway this was our favorite spot cause we would head downstairs and into the phone booth and make out like horny teenagers who were about to get dick and pussy for the first time. Renee had gotten a little thicker which was fucking great and I’ve been keeping in shape after a lower back injury ended my short amateur body building career. She always had one of the baddest bodies on any chick anywhere I’ve ever went and seen on bad females. She could have been the baddest video vixen by today’s standards, whether slim thick or thick as fuck. Bonifide was well put together, without an ounce of fat occupying her fine ass frame.  
   
One night as she drove me home, she got to experience the side of me she had been toying with. The curious mind, the intense and solid all around connection between us and the hold she was enjoying possessing over me was beginning to slowly pull out the erotic, open freaky sensual side of me and I was about to take her on a pleasure thrilling journey on the trip home. She was wearing a fitted cashmere burgundy sweater, a knee length black skirt with below the knee black leather booths. It was late fall and the weather was cold, her car windows was lightly tinted and at night you really could not see anything from a short distance away. You would really have to be standing right next to the car and really trying to look in to see who and what was happening inside. As she was driving I removed my seat belt, leaned over and kissed the side of her delicious mouth. As I released the side of her bottom lip slowly she thrust her pelvis slightly forward sliding her left leg open resting it against the driver side door. Renee car was roomy, one of those four doors luxury sedans with plenty of leg room.    
   
As we stopped at a red light before entering onto the Brooklyn Bridge, I asked her to take her panties off, to which she look at me smiling and said “you know I’m not wearing any panties.” Playing detective I said “and Ms. Why come is it that you just happened to not be wearing any panties, you beautiful, sexy naughty she devil.” To which she screamed out laughing like I just tickled her fancy saying, “because every time I come to see you I make sure of three things”, I interrupted saying “and what are those three things she devil.” Suddenly the Lost Boyz joint “Renee” was playing on the radio and all I head was “that’s my jam, I will tell you what the three things are after my song goes off.” I was enjoying the song, rapping the words “here’s a tune about this honey name Renee that I met one day, on my way back from John Jay.”I’m peeping shorty as she’s walking to the train, I tap her on her shoulders, excuse me Ms. but can I get your name, she said my name is Renee, I said I got a whole lot to say, so may I walk you to your subway.” That Lost Boyz song dominated the airwaves, you could not turn to any urban and or pop station without hearing their song. Renee had no Idea that I had my own song playing simultaneous in head aptly titled “Ms. About to get her pussy eating while driving over the Brooklyn Bridge.” The song was playing on one of those WBLS late night live party mixes from club Bentlys and lasted less than two minutes. Well, I said. “Ok the three things are? She looked at me with sparkling eyes that said she was feeling thrilled and wildly excited, and was showing me how much she loved my spontaneity by taking my hand and wetting two of my fingers with her sweet moist mouth.  “One” she said, I make sure to shave my pussy and ensure it smells extra good. Two, I also make sure to wear a dress/skirt. And three, I sure as hell make sure to never wear any panties. And why is that? I asked. “Cause baby, you! I never know when you are going to pull me into some corner, alley way or parking deck and eat my pussy or fuck the shit out of me. Just like I know you’re scheming to eat my pussy while I’m about to drive over this fucking bridge.”    
   
“Omg baby my legs are shaking, can we turn and park. I know I’m gonna cum so hard and I don’t want to drive off of this bridge. Damn babe why do you do this kind of freaky ass shit to me, oooooh baby I’m so wet.” Right about now my right hand is laid over her wet snatch and my middle finger wet from her mouth is flicking her clitoris like a crack addicts thumb rapidly flickering a bic cigarette lighter with a smidgen of lighter fluid at the bottom trying to get the flame out so he can get his hit of ecstasy. I plunge two fingers way up inside and she starts grinding, I can see her hardened nipples poking out her sweater. I turned sideways lowering my head underneath  her right hand and with my right I lift her sweater and bra revealing her gorgeous titties with dark chocolatey Hershey nipples. Wishing I had an artist paint brush to layer them with Appleton’s Jamaican Spiced Rum. I spend maybe one minute sucking her tits. She lowers the seat back allowing only her head above the dashboard in order to see traffic. Her left foot is also resting on the dash and I position myself perfectly to where nothing is in my way to getting on top of her raspberry delight. I begin to lick and suck, Renee releases her right hand off the steering wheel to gently massage the top of my head as her left hand is on the nine o clock position on the steering wheel. She tastes so sweet. Her mocha colored punanny lips, pretty with dark edges looked as though they were outlined with Mac lip pencil plum lipliner. Her tummy quivering, the cars moves in a lengthy fast and brief slow motion. Are you doing ok driving I asked, “I doing fine baby, just don’t stop licking me right there.” Is that your spot?, “umm hmmm, shit, yeah daddy that’s my spot.” She starts flowing rapidly and her gentle massage begins to feels like she had the hands of a big burly six foot five inch Swedish masseuse named Elvira. “How the hell do you do that right there with your tongue, fuck baby I’m about cum,” she screams. The car stops abruptly in the middle of traffic and Renee puts the car in park, good thing for common sense I put the hazard lights on. She opens her legs holding my head and she explodes, gushing warm sweet cum, I can feel every contraction, spasms, every tremble and every convulsion happening inside her pussy. After nutting and straightening herself, she raised the seat back to its original position and we headed to my place.  
   
As we sat in her car in front of my apartment building talking and kissing, my cock started getting hard. Noticing the bulge, she grins licking her lips. Its a little after three am on Saturday morning and President street is busy with people hanging out and pedestrian coming from work or going to the bodega, the liquor store or heading to night clubs. Do you want to come up for a minute I said. “I would love to but I’ve got to work early, you know how it is in real estate, any other night you know I would.” She replied. Ok I said. “Take your cock out baby.” She command me to do. Looking shock and pleased at the same time,  I did as she commanded and I took my cock out. She grabbed me in her hand feeling the length, girth and the warmth of my full erection. Renee had this incredible look in her eyes like I was the dude she had known for a long time, flirted with, liked, perhaps maybe even destined to share part of her life or maybe most of her life with. But was trapped until now, now she was free to partake in what was a mystery to some degree. She and I had finally reach a point in our history where there was nothing and no one standing in our way.    
   
She began to stroke me, then paused for a brief moment and opened up the center console taking out a bottle of lotion. She poured some of the lotion, rubbing it in her hands and continued where she left off. I sat back with my right hand behind the head rest as her gentle hands pulled and stretched my manhood. She twirls her hands and mixes short and long strokes, then stroking my head as I seep pre-cum. I was quivering and breathing heavy. She turned the heat off and the windows and wind shields became frosted by the cold air, allowing our sensual play to continue in stealth mode. Her hand felt so soft and warm like they were made of freshly cooked Ackee, without the salt fish. She was really enjoying making me feel good. I imagine what the combination of her mouth and hands as they infuse pleasurable sensation upon my nerve endings would feel like. Up to this point in our getting to know each other more intimately, her head game had been elusive. My moans, grunts and manly screams of euphoria, expresses celebratory rhapsodies on her pleasure giving skills. Her hand strokes goes from something great to something extraordinarily magical as both of my hands are now grabbing the headrest and my waist is grinding. Her grip tightening becoming the needle eye pum pum causing the sweet sensations inside me to build slowly. She screams in wild excitement “you are so fucking gorgeous and sexy, damn I can’t believe I’m in my car jerking you off and all these people are around and you just don’t give a fuck.” She leans over and upon my warm mouth she plants sweet passionate kisses. The slow building of passion and pleasure grows rapidly, and my whole body begins to tighten, my moans grow louder, she turns the radio up high.    
   
The thumping of heavy bass coming from the ten inch custom sub woofer matches the rhythm of her magical stroking hands. Inside I feel like this is one of the greatest feelings I’ve ever felt. Renee! I screamed, “yes baby” she replied, I’m about to cum, “cum for me baby” she says. In an instant the rush of warm thick cream came spewing out, my tummy enlarges shaking then returns to it’s normal state. I cum all over her hands and dashboard, the intensity of my orgasm leave me spent, weakened and barely able to keep my eyes open. I feel as thought I orgasm’ed the living soul out of me, if that makes any sense. She screams “oh my goodness baby” looking ecstatic, her face becomes a shadow as she leans over biting her lips smiling, and kisses my cheeks, lips and neck. “ I love the way you smell, the way you felt in my hands, that was so much cum, it felt so warm, so good, and so much fun. Damn maybe I should spend the night.” She said. She reaches for her pocket book and pulls out some baby wipes. Cleaning me she stares into my eyes and I into hers, our lips, our hearts, our minds probably thinking the same thing. Wanting to say words that our hearts felt at that moment “I fucking love the shit out of you.” But no words were needed, tonight said it all.  
   
We kissed one last time and I exited her car. There were about five to six people standing on the side walk next to my man’s dark blue Nissan Pathfinder which we were double parked next to. All eyes were on me, she honked her horn saying adieu. I head upstairs and slept extremely well.