CaughtInTheTrap by Unknown

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    Carla came out of the bathroom and stopped in the hallway to pick up something she had dropped on the floor. Zach leveled his gaze on her.  The flimsy cotton gown was not much of an improvement over the men’s shirts she used to sleep in. The material was thin and the outline of her body underneath gave him an instant hard-on when she bent over.
    Zach knew alcohol played a part in fueling his horniness and he wouldn’t dare have sex with her.  Carla wasn’t his type and if he could recall, she was the first black woman he’d ever been this close to. Black women never approached him to start any type of conversation and he didn’t go out of his way to talk to them. However, he did once receive a second glance from a black woman while he was worked out shirtless at a gym some years ago.  They were the only two left in the gym that was open after hours.
    His body glistened with sweat as he lifted hand weights showing off his physique knowing her eyes were scanning him over.  But in the end, she gave him a flirtatious smile and kept about her business not saying a word to him.  That killed his desire to approach her due to his ego being deflated. The list of women he’s had the pleasure of servicing have been Asian, Hispanic and even Native American but not one African American.
    Carla straightened up and folded her arms across her chest. “Why are you staring at me?”
    He blinked. “I didn’t realize I was.” Draining the remainder of the liquor in the glass, he began to feel the effects of it hitting him.  “Hey, I got a radio.  Want to listen to some music before you go to bed?”
    Her brows lifted. “What? You’re inviting me to sit with you in your bedroom?  We might actually have to talk. I don’t want to spook you by doing that,” she said sarcastically.
    “I deserved that wisecrack.  I even got you beer since you can’t handle the hard liquor,” he said holding up the cold bottle for her to take.
    Carla stepped in his room and sat on the far end of the bed. She took the beer from his hand and took a long sip.  “Ah…see this is good.”  She took another sip from the bottle and asked. “So, have you heard when we might be able to leave?”
    He opened a beer and took a swig. “Maybe soon,” he said knowing he should slow down his drinking.  He had to keep his head clear and his awareness up at all times. It felt good to throw back a few drinks and get drunk but not tonight.  The enemy could be nearby and if they had to make a run for it, he needed all his wits. But there was something about Carla, her beauty he couldn’t quite turn away. He craved her in a bad way. Drinking would be the only way to stop himself from attacking her.
    Zach decided to talk about her Olympic debut.  That feat would be monumental in a person’s life and he was surprise she never mentioned it.  “You went to China in 2008.  How did you get there?”
    Carla stretched her legs out in front of her and drank from the beer bottle. “It seems so long ago since that happened. I started competing in track and field in junior high school. I was good at it and kept competing throughout high school.  My mother thought I had the talent to make it to the Olympics and suggested I work harder to make that my goal, so I did.  She hired professional coaches and trainers and I worked my ass off. I started winning as many titles as I could.  When I got my invite to try out for the 2008 women’s team, I was ecstatic.  But my dream hit rock bottom.”
    Zach was finding it hard to listen to her story.  The smell radiating from her body was mesmerizing. The flora scent of the bath soap he purchased for her was far more pleasing than the non-scented bar soap. And the way she was leaning back on the bed allowed him to get a peek of her breasts.  He put her at a C-cup at best. But, that didn’t matter.  He ached to tongue her nipples, devour them.  He was a breast man for sure.  Yeah, legs and ass