Black Poetry : Indigo Jones (The Finale)


Well-Known Member
Mar 17, 2001
South Jersey
United States Air Force

The third and final time of our initial encounters proved
to be absolutely pivotal to any type of relationship that
could possibly evolve between Indigo Jones and I.

I was working late Thursday before last {coincidentally
preparing several briefs for Indigo’s agency}. Little did
I know that she was to be the one presenting my findings for
her company to Asian investors wanting American exposure.

I had worked all day on the briefs and had enough rough
drafts to finally present to Indigo for her review and approval.

I headed to the elevator to drop the manuscripts off in the Ad
agency’s night drop-off box begrudgingly thinking that as a
result of my work, I was going to make that feisty little heifer
some serious cash.

By this time, it was hella late—almost 11:45 PM to be exact.
Now the Towers Office building has 40 floors. My office was
located on the 24th floor and Indigo’s was on the 37th. This
building was a beautiful piece of architectural work but the
damned elevators were painfully slow but very quiet and huge.

Either I was tired or bored shitless because before I knew it, I
was singing some song out loud as the elevator made its way
from the penthouse to my floor. It was all copasetic though
because no one else possibly could be in this building at this
ungodly hour to hear my awful singing.

The elevator finally made its way down and after what
seemed like eternity, the doors opened up. I entered in
and pushed the button for the 37th floor. True to its
nature, the elevator took it’s time but the ride was
smooth and the elevator music sounded pretty good.

I reached my destination and got off the elevator and
made my way to the Ad agency’s night drop-off spot.
I had been up here before but not down this particular
hall. Indigo’s office was just about two or three doors
down from the drop-off box. I got to the box and
started to drop off the envelope in the slot when I heard
what I thought was a Jill Scott tune coming out of Indigo’s

“You’ve got to be kidding me” I thought to myself.
“What would someone be doing here at this time
of the night”. I scoffed in disbelief and turned in
the direction of the elevator. I suppose my curiosity
was trying to get the better of me because I found
myself asking myself in thought “what if it’s Little
Miss Thang in there?”

At this time, my inquisitiveness began to turn into a
little horniness because I realized that I had gotten
a semi-hard erection. Was it the possibility of it being
Indigo in the office? Or was it me visualizing four things:
Me, Indigo, an empty office building, and us going at it
like rabbits on top of her desk. Yeah, that’s what it had
to be I thought!

So naturally, my erection talked me into checking out
what the situation was.

I walked up to the door and softly rapped on it twice.
The door swung open almost instantly and there stood
Indigo. She had a startled look on her face much like
the one I had when I heard the music coming from her

“What are you doing here?” she asked. I must’ve
been startled or something myself because I didn’t
say a word for several seconds. Or maybe it was
because Indigo had on a tight fitting blouse revealing
erect nipples and some cut-off jeans. She reminded
me of Halle Berry in Boomerang. I swear she was
the splitting image.

“Ahh, Umm, excuse me I was just dropping off your
briefs in the night box”, I finally said. “I didn’t
mean to frighten you if I did.”

“No not at all”she replied. “I thought I was the only
one in here this late.” “So you came all the way up
here to say excuse me?”

I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about
and at this point I didn’t even care because my
previously semi-erection was now a full-blown
erection. I was lucky I was still in my suit to hide
my excitement. Then it dawned on me that she
was referring to the other day when we bumped
into each other in the co-ed’s.

“Oh yeah, right” I quipped. “Excuse me for the
other day.”

“It’s forgotten” she said. “But I tell you what, you
can give a girl a ride home if you don’t mind.” Of
course I said it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Come on in and make yourself comfortable. It won’t
take long for me to finish up here.”

We both walked into her office which was humongous!
Large enough to house a sofa, loveseat, wetbar,
and a big screen TV. Now I thought I was living
hella large, but Indigo definitely had it going on!

She asked me if I wanted a drink, I said yes, and
she poured us both a glass of Hennessy V.S.O.P. neat.
She handed me my drink and proceeded back to her
marble-top desk and began to put papers away.
She must’ve sensed me looking at her because she
looked up and politely smiled at me—a far cry from
this girl who was about to bite my damned head off
only a couple days ago.

“You know Alex I never told you this but I think
you’re a very handsome man, she said, and I
always wanted to tell you that but you seemed
to be so uptight all the time.”

“I think you need to loosen up and have a good time.
Wouldn’t you like that?”

By this time, all I could see myself doing is grabbing
her pretty little self and kissing and licking every
inch of her. Before I realized it I was making a
beeline straight towards her desk! Acting on
instinct and the immediate rush that the cognac
had given me, I was inches from Indigo’s face
when she asked “well, what now Alex?”

That was the green light I subconsciously had
been waiting on. I planted a small kiss on Indigo’s
cheek and then pulled her close to me and hugged
her. Her nipples were still hard, my penis even harder
now. I’m sure she could feel me through my clothing
but at this point, I didn’t care to conceal my stimulation.

We kissed deeply for several seconds before I found
myself cupping her firm breasts in both my hands. I
could tell from her slow moans that she was enjoying
this just as much as I was. Moving as if we were on
a dance floor, we made our way over to the sofa and
sat down, both breathing heavily. Catching my breath,
I pulled back a little from Indigo and said “Indigo,
you’re a beautiful and desirable woman. And honestly
speaking, I’d like nothing more than to make love to
you right here and right now, but I don’t think it would
be proper-at least not at this time and definitely not
here. If it’s ok with you, I’d like to take you to dinner,
perhaps tomorrow evening. Then perhaps catch a
play or something. Contrary to what just happened,
I do respect you as a woman.”

“Why Alex, I think that is so cool of you. You’re the
first man I’ve come across who acts decent. Now you
know why I have an attitude at work most of the time.
Most of the men who approach me make it well known
that they want just sex and nothing else. So I
play the corporate “business only” role so they’d
stay away. I must admit that I had you initially labeled
as one and the same but I later found myself attracted to
you. Since I had taken on the all business persona,
especially with you these past few days, I really
would have felt silly had I stepped to you and told
you how I really felt. But I do apologize for
stereotyping you.”

“It’s cool. So what about it? Take me up on my offer?”

“Of course Alex” she said.

We departed the office complex and I drove her
home, gave her a nice little kiss goodnight and made
a date for the next evening.

We’ve been dating for the past 18 months now
and there’s even talk about marriage. **** it
felt good to be a gentleman of substance!
Ladies we're not all bad.


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