Although it was not early morning, it was not late either when Elaine heard the doorbell ring. This was a very nice upscale neighborhood, gated and secure. Therefore she wondered, who could be at the door, she was not expecting anyone. And she was basically naked under her robe. Elaine had just placed her coffee cup in the sink and was on her way into the shower when the doorbell rang.
Thinking to herself that nobody other a neighbor lady could be at her door, Elaine decided to answer it, just in case one of her friends needed something. Moving quickly through the living room to the huge foyer, Elaine paused only briefly before opening the door without peeking through the peep site.
There at the entry was a young man, maybe sixteen years old at most, he was well dressed and looked very clean cut, but he was black, very black. He was medium height, well built, maybe a football player type, and dressed in today's bright baggy shorts with matching blue and golf top, you know, that shinny stuff.
IT was the first day of the school holidays. Gemma yawned and turned over in her bed. She'd been going out with Tom for four weeks now, and last night they'd had sex for the first time. Gemma had lost her virginity a couple of months earlier on holiday in Spain, and last night had been the third time she'd had sex. And it had been the third time it hadn't lasted very long. Tom had only lasted about five minutes before shooting his load into her. She wondered how long it would be before she had the pleasure of an orgasm.
Gemma was sixteen. She was about 5ft 6, with long curly brown hair and a slim, sexy figure. She hadn't really thought much about sex before she went to Spain. Her parents had become friendly with another couple and Gemma had ended up in bed with their son. Although he hadn't lasted long on either occasion, she had enjoyed the sensations. The previous week, after reading a girlie magazine, she'd decided to shave her pussy. Tom had certainly liked it, perhaps too much she thought.
She looked over at her clock - it was 09.30. Tom had left her feeling quite horny and she found that her hand was stroking the inside of her thigh as she thought about it. Tom had fingered her a few times since they'd been going out, but masturbation was something she'd never done herself. She let her finger slip across onto her smooth pussy. She liked the feeling of it shaved, and slowly stroked the smooth skin. She lay there for about five minutes, rubbing herself and thinking about the night before. She was now really feeling horny and couldn't resist rubbing her index finger across her clit. She let out a soft moan as the sensation sent of tingle through her body. She rubbed up and down, feeling her pussy start to moisten. Engulfed in pleasuring herself, she slid her finger into her hole. "Mmmm," she thought, "That feels good." She pushed her finger in and out and worked into a steady rhythm. Her pussy was moist now and her finger slid in easily. She rocked her hips back and forth in time. It felt wonderful and she concentrated on the wonderful feelings taking over her body. Desperate to fully pleasure herself, she stuck another finger in. Her breathing intensified and her pace quickened. Her pussy was wet and she could feel what she hoped was her first orgasm starting to build. She stepped up the pace and moaned softly with every stroke. The excitement of fucking herself was taking over her and she added a third finger. She knew she wasn't far away from cumming.
They were one of few black families in the area, but they seemed to get by just fine as the neighbours took a modern attitude toward them. It made it easier for Davis since he lived alone with his son James after his wife had left him. If only the neighbourhood knew about this little misadventure that started when he let his son talk him into having a garage sale. He hated garage sales, he never went to them, and this was the first and last time he ever wanted to hold one. The agreement was that he would help his son get everything together, put out the signs, etc., but he would not have to play nice with the people who came to pick over their trash and treasures. Things were going according to plan on that Saturday morning, until about 11 a.m. By then, most of the early birds had come and gone, and things were a little slow, so he was surprised when James came into the house and asked for his help.
His son told him that there was a young lady outside who needed some help. She wanted to buy one of the bicycles they had for sale, but it was not in perfect condition and she was worried it wouldn't make the ride home.
Davis went out to the garage where he first saw Lisa, not knowing that his life had just changed. His first view of her was from behind as she was bending over looking through a box of miscellany. Since it was a warm day, she was wearing a tank top and some tight white shorts, and he could see that she had a very cute bottom, and some nice, trim legs. When she straightened up and turned around, he saw that she was probably in that hard-to-define middle teens group, perhaps somewhere between 16 and 18. She wasn't the prettiest girl around, but certainly qualified as "cute", especially with her long black hair in a pony tail. And, like most young girls, she had a smile that was both delightful and somewhat of a turn-on.
Suz was drunk, Jenn was close behind, and their 'friends' were encouraging them to find this fanciful fantasy that was rumoured to be close. The fantasy was a Glory Hole that had a signal sent to guys when it was occupied. Teresa was an alleged expert because she had used it several times. It moved around but was always close to parking.
"It was really cool ... the only catch is that it only lets you back out after a set number of guys! I don't know how it counts but I had to blow five guys to get released. It was kinda cool not knowing how long I might be captive giving blowjobs to random guys. I got three BBC, a latino, and a white guy."
"If it isn't the same place all the time how do we find it?"
"Well, being an alum when I send a text it responds with an email with a random web address, but if I don't show up or someone doesn't show up then I can't get the information anymore."
"So, unless we decide to go you can't find it! Hmmm... " that was Suz. She was a huge tease and you never knew. But tonight her body was screaming out for sex. Jenn had never seen her nipples so hard and you could smell her juices flowing.
"What if more than one person is there? You know to blow... " Jenn said
"When I was there a week ago - there was like four rooms! So we could all go tonight!"
Jennie Marie Jenkins almost seemed to have a long-distance relationship with her husband. Things had not always been that way, but they had become addicted to their cell phones. They both spent time away from each other for long times because of their work. They could communicate easily through text messaging.
She had married a man who was quite a bit older than herself. She was about twenty five and he was almost fifty at the time. Things were pretty good for a while. They had been pretty inexperienced when they married. Her husband, Joe was a bit of an introvert and geek who buried himself in his work.
Joe was a good provider. He made good money as a professor at the local college. He also made a good deal of money on the side as a motivational speaker. Jenny did not care for his time away from home, but it was a trade-off. Less time together, but more income for things they both enjoyed.
As Joe got older, it became more and more difficult for him to get aroused. Jenny didn't care for sex that much, but took it as a personal affront that he was not that interested. She felt a little guilty that it was getting difficult for him to get aroused. She tried hard to be accommodating to him. If he wanted her to dress a little sexier, she was a little reluctant, but would try to accommodate him if it wasn't too outrageous. Lately, it was getting a little more outrageous. Whatever he asked for generally got him going for several months.
I missed you today. Yesterday, too.
I usually see you sometime during the day. You are there, in the ops room, behind the almost soundproof glass, either when I arrive, sometime while I'm there or before I leave.
Yesterday I missed you because I went out the back door and you were on the swing shift. I checked the log and found out you were in. That's good - I was afraid you might have left without me ever getting a chance to say much more than "Hello," or "Which machine has a connection to this printer?"
Your smile lights up my whole day. We've barely met, exchanged "Hi, how are you"s and smiles and waves. I'd like to take you to lunch.
"But you're married," you point out.
"I said lunch," I return with a smile. "Just lunch."
It was one Friday night; Mary and I were at a hotel bar out of town, when Mary surprised me by drinking more then she usually did. She drank like a fish until she finally was so plastered that she was leaning against the counter to stay upright.
I was half drunk too, so when she asked me to help her upstairs to our room. For some reason I made believe I was really in no condition to go upstairs myself and I asked a guy who was standing next to us at the bar if he would help her up to our room.
He introduced himself, his name was john and he was a big black man. He quickly volunteered his services. I stood there as John wrapped his large arms around my wife and helped her walk toward the elevators.
At the elevators he picked her up in his arms and carried her into one while I followed behind. I noticed that one of john's large black hands were up under my wife's skirt. I assumed it was accidental, but secretly I hoped it wasn't.