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Anita's Dangerous Fantasy
(Anna Mann)

Parking a short distance away Anita watched and waited. She saw guys arrive almost as though they were stamping their time cards at the beginning of a working day. Hey, it takes all sorts to make a world she told herself, if they were weird then so was she, after all how many stable and sane women dreamed about getting grabbed. More than you would imagine she reminded herself, but the women who would actively seek to make it happen were in a very small minority.

But that isn't today! Today is research. Are flashers racists?

She'd dressed for the occasion, or rather she'd under-dressed. Anita was teasing, she was exposing far more skin than would be considered decent in polite society. Maybe the skirt is too short she admitted, but it does emphasise how chunky my thighs are, and how round and phat my ass is!

She wanted those pervert guys to notice how her ass cheeks bounced as she walked. She wanted to see if booty would make them cum. Or if a black woman will keep them hidden... waiting for a slim white chick to walk past. I guess lots of these guys have one shot in them. She'd experienced it before. The guy who had promised to ride her until dawn had humped for about a minute, cum... then promptly fallen asleep. Maybe flashers were one shot guys too? Wave a dick and get attention, cum once then disappear. Maybe they wouldn't waste that single shot on a black chick?

If I don't get flashed then it is more than possible that they think that way. On the other hand, if I do get flashed, then I think that my bigger plan might just work.

"Fingers crossed." she whispered to herself, then stepped out of the car, and hiding the keys in a nearby bush she adjusted her short denim skirt and opened one more button on the cream silk blouse that always complimented her deep ebony skin... and is transparent enough to show the shadow of my black areola and big fat nipples she added as she cut around a stand of trees and set herself on the pavement that passed the path.

Be casual she told herself as the now familiar entrance came into view. Give them a chance to spot me. Anita knew they were there, she'd seen two dishevelled and unshaven men slide into the bushes, there was no other reason for them to act that way. They were watching, they were waiting. But would they show themselves to a black girl?