ALLEN I
by Jazzmon



I called Allen today to let him know that I would meet him at the Ramada Inn
in West Palm Beach at noon. We had not seen one another for at least 3 weeks.
I really missed not being with him. Even though, we talk 2 of three times a
day, it is not the same.

Allen is the kind of man that a woman like me would want to see as much as
possible. Very intelligent, educated, straightforward and speaks what's' on
his mind.

I have to hurry. It's 11 am. He dose not like tardiness. I will wear something
different today. I put on a pair of stockings, heels, a cut off T-shirt and
shorts. I walk over to the mirror to admire my thick quads, thin waist, wide
back, shoulders and the arms that Allen admires so much. I grab my purse and
look at the time. It's 11:45. Allen would never understand my being late. So,
I have too hurry. Jumping into my car, I am all hyped about seeing Allen. I
was not paying attention while backing out, and I nearly hit my neighbor
George's car while he was pulling in. While driving, I quickly pulled out of
an intersection without looking, missing the tail end of another car.

I have to find a way to get around the lunch traffic or I will surely be late.
I will turn at this corner. Maybe it will take me to Federal Highway. The
hotel is on the beach.

I have never seen this section of town before. I have lived in the West Palm/
Boca area for 3 years but have never been in this particular area. I wasn't
familiar with the streets and while driving and putting on my lipstick, I slid
my car into the car in front or me.

What an unfortunate incident, because I was going to be late, if I could ever
get there at all.

I picked up my mobile and called Allen who was waiting patiently. He was on
his way in a flash. As I got out of the car the guy who I had hit jumped out
of his car, waving his arms and calling me a stupid bitch! Bitch would have
been ok. But stupid? NEVER! By the time I was completely out of my car, he was
in my face. He stopped dead in his tracks with a confused look. He realized
too late what a big mistake he had made by calling me names.

I did not see Allen as he pulled up. I was busy responding to the guys'
stupidity with a right punch and a quick left to his big soft belly. Faster
than lightening, I push him into position, which gave me the lead way for a
right hook that caved in his jaw. The look on his face, was as if, he had been
hit, by a locomotive at full speed. He puked Blood. Which sprayed all over me.
That angered me even more. Seeing his blood gushing out of his mouth, I felt a
rush that could not stop.

Swinging my narrow hips to the left, my left cross hammered into his jaw. His
jaw collapsed under the force of the blow. I couldn't stop here. This was
better than a triple orgasm. I felt as if a bolt of lightening had charged my
body! I felt more power at this moment than I had felt in the 44 years of my
life! As he hit the ground, his body continued to roll. I did not notice Allen
sitting in his car. I walked boldly over to the guy and gave him a kick in the
kidneys. Reaching down and pulling him to his feet by his blood stained
collar. I quickly barreled my fist into his gut with such force that it lifted
him at least 2 feet off the ground.

Heaving and coughing up blood, he looked into my eyes and saw what he thought
for a moment to be Lucifer. He was wondering how could something so beautiful
could be so lethal, strong, powerful and angry. He prayed that I would stop.

He still had his front teeth. But I wanted those pearly whites for my
collection. I held him up with my left hand, stepped back while clenching my
teeth and growled like a wild animal, thirsting for the sport. It was as if I
was hunting down my prey and toying with it before the kill! Executing a
perfect jab to his nose, I caused the cartilage to completely collapse beneath
my powerful fist. Shifting my weight to my right leg and releasing his shirt
at the same time I swung with all the power in my legs, hips, back, shoulders
and arms. I hit him with the most powerful uppercut that I had ever executed
and knocked out a full mouth of teeth. Knocking him to the ground, I straddled
him. I stood tall, looking down at this weak excuse for the male gender. It
was then that I became aware that we were being watched. If I had known that
Allen was there, I would not have reacted so violently in front of him. He had
never seen me this way before. He had no inkling that I could be so cruel.
Turning around, I spit as I was filled with the self-disgust of allowing
myself to get this angry. I hated the fact that I lost control in front of
Allen.

I had puke and blood all over me. The wrecker had arrived earlier. The driver
of the wrecker was afraid to approach me. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. I
spotted a hose in one of the driveways. I picked it up. Holding it over my
head, I let the cold water flow throw my hair, over my flawless face, hard
traps, wide shoulders, large chest and huge breasts. Flowing down my tiny
tummy, over my narrow hips my large shapely quads and over my feet, the
refreshing water washed away the blood and puke which I had obtained as I beat
the idiot to a pulp. This brief shower left a puddle of puke, blood and water
on the street.

When I walked over to Allen's car he handed me a towel from the passenger
window. He pushed open the door and signaled for me to get in. I placed the
towel in the seat of his car, sat down and looked into his eyes. They were
twinkling. I could see a spark of fire. Reaching for his face, I withdrew
because I realized that I should wait before touching him. I noticed that he
had a shirt cross his lap for me to put on. As he handed the shirt to me, I
dropped my hands into his crotch. He was sexually aroused from watching me
beat the crap out of that guy. I was worried that he would think that I was
disgusting, crude or nasty. Undressing in front of him in the car, my wet,
slick body looked like a hot, black cat. The queen of the forest---the
PANTHER. Gracefully and slowly taking off my shorts and stockings I sat
completely nude in front of him. I leaned toward him, purring like a beast in
heat. I began licking his neck, a prelude to satisfying the hunger that I felt
building up inside of my wet thighs. OH BABY!

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