I met my ex-wife in the mid-80s. She was a little blonde growing up in a rough area of Louisville known as Portland. She was sexy as hell and liked me as I did her immediately upon meeting. She lived next door to an older black dude nicknamed pappy. He was 30 when she turned 18. He had waited for this day. Her parents did not like him and she never told either of them the extent of how pappy would flirt.
He would tell her he liked her little outfit or, her little panties looked good under her shorts, etc. She said he always creeped her out. One day, he told her that he wanted her to drink his milk, and this made her avoid him at all costs.
When I met her and she told me the things he would say to her, it excited me that this older dude that lived with his mom next door to my little blonde girlfriend had a crush on her and he was a big black dude with dreds, it turned me on. I started teasing her to flirt back and get his dick hard and suck him off then tell me about it. Her reply was this..."I already make him hard just walking by him." I said "Really?" she said yup. I said how do you know? Her reply was a heavy sigh, "He tells me when I walk by him as he's in his yard or I am getting my bike down out of my garage, he says, pssst, hey slim, want some of this shiny hard chocolate?" I said "Wow," does it bother you, she said, "hell yes, it's scary."