A Handsome Black Guy Introduces Himself

While I’m standing around deciding what to do the bathroom door swings open. Out comes a striking black man who immediately catches my eye. He’s wearing a striped grey shirt with a couple buttons undone at the top. From the displayed skin I can see he’s well fit beneath mmm. Low down he has on some skinny jeans that serve to make his calves even more distinct then they already would be. His hair is cut short and cleanly cut like he got it done earlier for tonight. But his hair is not too short, there’s enough to grab a hold of anyway. The Black guys face is distinct with its defined chin and flat cheeks. Overall, he’s quite good looking.

But more than that as he strides along the bulge in his pants bounces about. Already it’s clear he’s one of 'those' kinds of black guys. Before I know it I’m staring, then I feel his gaze on me. Those dark brown eyes lock with mine. He smirks, he already knows I was I checking him out. I immediately feel awkward and shift my posture slightly. But it’s too late now, I hold his gaze and he changes course towards me. An unspoken dialogue goes on until he’s right in front of me.

With a hint of amusement he says “Hello there” before I could.

“Oh… Hi” I respond caught off balance.

“You must be new here” he tilts his head as he gets a little closer then leans against one of the pool tables.

“Er… n… I mean yes, yes I am” I laugh, damn I’m not usually this awkward. But there’s something about him that has me nervous all of a sudden.

He chuckles, that amusement rising. “Well then I guess it’s up to me to break in the newbie” with that he raises his eyebrows and I immediately blush.

Comeon, get it together Sam you got this. “So what’s your name then?” I ask moving past what he just said.

He move’s a little closer making me more uneasy. “My name is Marcus. Remember that; you’ll be screaming it later.” He finishes smiling broad.

I go wide eyed and step back. He catches on and laughs to soften something so raunchy. “How about you at-least buy me a drink first before we get to that?” I respond with a hint of sternness in my voice.

He chuckles stepping back. “Your right I don’t usually come-on so strong. You’re just so damn cute that I got ahead of myself haha” is the response and his smile drops slightly.

To which I nod and feel less tense. Only just registering my high pulse. “No worries” I respond.

“So what’s your name then?” he asks more casual like as his posture shifts to be less upfront.

“Oh I’m Samantha or Sam for short. But I get called other things” I giggle musically regaining my footing.

Marcus smirks “Perhaps you could list em over a drink, speaking of.” then I notice a rather dapperly dressed individual with a nametag stroll in the door, “Hey waiter!” At the call this drinks runner comes over smoothly he looks a little apprehensive, possibly new.

“What can I do for you?” he asks with a personal air.

Marcus indicates me with a wave of his hand.

“Oh I’d love a Cosmopolitan sugar” I request.

“Coming right up” The waiter nods seeming weirdly breathless then rushes off.

“Your one of 'those' guys then” he notes turning back to melt me under his gaze.

“You could say that” I intone shifting my posture as I get my pulse in check.