Greetings one and all, Jason Macquarie here with the next installment of The Black Panther escapades which will prove, I hope, a nail biting penultimate to the conclusion that is coming soon. As will be recalled in the previous chapter, the insatiable Ruth, the Black Panther, so named because of a huge tattoo across her torso, subjected me to a rather strange but immensely enjoyable anal fuck session. Since fair is fair I decided that I would get even and subject her to some pretty strong sexual stimulation as well. I knew from our very first encounter that she was dying to try it with another women but had yet to find someone who expressed a discrete interest in bi-sexuality. Being from a small religious insular community that task would prove difficult if not impossible although I had a pretty good idea of who to rope in.
Allow me to elucidate. About six months prior to these little adventures taking place, I was sitting at my teller's window serving customers, as was my job. The day was busy given that it was a Friday and the weather was incredibly bad, very cold with torrential rain. One of my colleagues has a daughter named Tabitha whom I'd met on several previous encounters at the bank; a very pretty, well proportioned young girl, 18 years old and studying cuisine at the local TAFE college. On the day in question she joined the queue but was allowing other customer in front of her so that when her turn came she came straight to me. I noticed this of course and made sure I was as efficient with my current customer as possible. Tabitha, upon her arrival at my window, got straight to the point and invited me to a party next day at the nearby town of Denmark. I of course agreed and we made the necessary plans.
The following day was no better than the previous and suddenly this party was not looking so good. I, however, stuck to my word and arrived at the designated pickup point with all the essentials, warm clothing, sleeping bag, booze and of course condoms. Given that Tabitha was 18 she was unable to drink or drive (who is these days?) despite owning her own car. Therefore I drove and was badgered into buying booze not only for Tabitha but also for her two mates who tagged along, not that I minded really. So off we went arriving in Denmark an hour or so after lunch and we headed straight to Wilson's Inlet just on the coast. The waves were horrendous and not surprisingly there was a distinct lack of surfers. Tabitha and her buddies immediately tucked into the booze and smoke whilst I, disappointed, was left to contemplate the coming events with an unclouded head.
Several hours later we decided to head to the party but the directions given resembled little to the local topographical features and we became hopelessly lost on roads that were about to be washed away. We managed to find a Roadhouse and Tabitha's two friends exited the car to seek some assistance. That left Tabitha and I alone in the car and this was when she decided to tuck into an oversized bottle of Smirnoff. We made plenty of nervous small talk but was incredibly shy around me. All day she rarely looked directly at me rather stealing glances from a distance. For my part I was a little uncomfortable in her presence also and I began repeatedly glancing out of the rear view mirror looking for the return of the two girls whom I seemed to get along with a lot easier.
Without warning there was an unnaturally loud knock on the passenger side window that scared the shit out of the car's occupants. Tabitha wound down the window and was met by the two girls who announced that some other revellers were on their way and would meet us in about twenty minutes and guide us to the party. Was I ever relieved but was surprised and disappointed to learn that they were going to wait out the time in the Roadhouse where it was a lot warmer. When asked to accompany them Tabitha announced her intention to remain with the car and out of politeness I agreed also.
So more small talk followed but the vodka was having an effect and Tabitha and I were becoming more relaxed in each other's company. At one point I cracked a joke to which Tabitha found immense hilarity followed by a moments silence but just as I was about to turn towards her again and say something equally as witty, my neck was attacked by a hungry and wet mouth. Within an instant, Tabitha's arms were around me, her mouth moving up to my mouth and a second later we were kissing passionately, tongues intertwined, and lips all over the place.
