Follow the blonde

I decide to follow the blonde. After all, blondes always give the best head and I've always had a thing for them.

I walk toward the tanning area, keeping my distance from the woman. She's wearing some tight shorts and a small T-shirt that shows off her perfect body. As she prepares to go further, she stops and turns back to me.

"Don't see many black guys around here," she laughs.

I laugh back. "I'm pretty much the only black guy in White Hills," I say back.

"You're pretty dark-skinned, why do you need to tan?"

"Well, you're quite pretty, why do you need to tan?" I respond quickly.

The woman laughs again. "Are you hitting on me?" she asks.