Antonia stood on the dark streets of the Bronx, her body shivering in the cold. Her long wavy brown hair whipped around in the wind, and her normal olive skin was pale and pasty. The young woman had her arms folded tightly across her chest, with goose bumps rising on her exposed skin. It was late March and still cold as hell.
Antonia wore a tight black cut-off t-shirt with the words 'Love Me' in white block letters. She wore a short black jean skirt and fishnet stockings that accented the her slender legs. Her black stilettos made her seem taller than she actually is, which was 5'5".
The young woman tapped her feet and looked up and down the street. She was almost afraid she had been stood up. If the man was a no-show, then Antonia would have to find some dirty place to spend the night, and probably bum some food to fill her stomach.
Finally, after what seemed like hours to the young woman, a silver Sedan pulled up to the curb before her. The dark window of the passenger's side rolled down, and a man in his early thirties leaned over.
"You Antonia?" he asked, his voice making him seem younger than his features. Antonia beamed and picked up her handbag from the sidewalk, and bounced over to the car. She propped her elbows on the window, leaning forward. Her large breasts spilled over the low collar of her tee.
"And you must be Thomas," she replied, a sly smile on her face. The man returned her smile, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the car.
"Well come on in sweetie. You must be cold out there," he said. The lock of the door clicked open, and Antonia let herself in.
"Where we going tonight?" she asked, pulling her seatbelt across her chest. The man closed up the window and drove off.
"My place. We gonna have ourselves a great time tonight, baby," Thomas said, chuckling to himself. Antonia giggled.
Thomas had broad shoulders and short blond hair. It was hard to tell his actual eye color in the dark, but Antonia figured it would be either blue or green. He wore a tight white shirt and dark jeans, and Antonia could see how wonderfully the moonlight accented his biceps. Antonia put her hand on Thomas' thigh and rubbed it up and down slowly, a small smile tugging on her lips.
"Ah, can't wait to start the night, baby?" Thomas whispered, his breathing speeding up.
"Mhm," Antonia said, her hands going higher until she brushed his crotch area. Antonia smiled at the bulge that formed underneath Thomas' zippers, and she went ahead and gave it a tight squeeze.
"Oh yeah baby, that's it," Thomas groaned, squinting his eyes to try to concentrate on the road. They were now speeding down the highway into Manhattan. Antonia smiled and unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper and pulled the waistband of his underwear down, setting free the man's semi-hard cock. Antonia rubbed the length with one hand, her fingers squeezing and grasping his member. She moved her hand up and down the man's cock, squeezing and releasing to imitate the sex. Her index finger pressed down on the head, spreading the pre-cum around the tip. Thomas' cock now stood erect and wrapped underneath Antonia's skillful hand.
