An old black man around the corner-1

“That is nice music you are playing,” Sandy offered. “Thank you girl, this is my hobby, playing banjo music,” the old man countered. “Would you like to hold the banjo and strum a few notes”

OK, but I don’t know much about musical instruments,” Sandy answered. The old black man handed the banjo to her and placed his left arm around her shoulder to show her how to hold it. Slight chills ran through Sandy being this close to him. He was so black, his arm was a total contrast to her lily white skin.

His hand rested on her shoulder as Sandy strummed the banjo. It was fun but again she noticed a large bulge in his pants. She tried not to think of it but it was so evident. She handed the banjo back to him after a couple of minutes. The old black man left his arm abound her shoulder and while trying to hum some tunes, he placed his right hand on her knee and his fingers beat to the rhythm.

A strange feeling crept through her as she glanced down and saw his black hand on her knee just above her white stockings. His fingers had stopped moving but were still on her knee. Then she felt his left arm pull her a little closer to him.