Sandra and I glanced at each other with what I at least intended to be little expression, and I said, “Crap, Friday?”
She added, “Yeah, Dave, what the hell? Why do you have to work on a fucking Friday?”
Phyllis said, “We hate it too, but Sloan is off for a conference the next day for a whole week.”
“So our Friday plans are shot all to hell,” I said.
Dave replied, “Why don’t you and Sandra do something? I’m sure you can keep yourselves occupied.”
“No doubt,” answered Sandra. She looked at me and said, “I might be your second-best choice, but I’m rated no lower than that anywhere in the world.”
I laughed and said, “Well, if I must,” to which Sandra stuck out her tongue.
Dave and Phyllis chuckled and Dave said, “I’m happy you two are becoming such good friends. It’s a shame you’re being widowed by our work.”
“So, Sandra, would you do me the honor of dinner Friday?” I asked.
“I’d be pleased,” she replied. “And afterwards?”
“Hmm. I know, wanna go to the park for a concert?”
“What’s playing?”
“Oh, probably something shitty for free.”
“Sounds like a real peach of an evening,” she pouted.
“You don’t expect me to pay for anything, do you?”
“Christ, I’ll make you pay for that shit.”
“It’s a date then.”
She groaned. “Thanks a lot, Dave.”
He chuckled, “You’ll still probably have more fun than we will.”
As we got ready to leave, I made arrangements with Sandra for dinner. On the way home I thought again about me and Phyllis. She pulled me inside her that night and had a leisurely orgasm as I pumped my seed into thoughts of Sandra, and we quickly fell asleep. The next day it had become fully clear to me finally that there was no brilliant, shining future with Phyllis, and I prepared myself for an evening with Sandra that promised something better.
Friday we met at six as agreed and took a quiet table. She was wearing a light cotton summer dress of green, white, and blue with spaghetti straps sitting next to the straps of a black bra, and with no visible traces of panties further down. We sat and talked of the weather and other boring things as the waitress rushed through a boring bit of work. After ordering I said, “I’ve thought a great deal about your proposal and have decided it’s an excellent idea.”
She smiled and said, “I’m glad you’ve come to see things my way. I think we’ll have an excellent long-term partnership. We can discuss the details after dinner and have a dry run after dark.”
Over dinner we chatted warmly, and after settling up I drove us to a nearby state forest where we might have some privacy. “No concert?” she asked.
“Freshmen punk band. Even the punk heads think they suck.”
We came to a small parking lot deep in the forest and empty except for our car, and with an hour before sunset I led her along a path that wound through thick trees not too far from the car. We walked quickly and arrived at a little stone shelter. We sat and looked at each other, and she finally asked, “So you know 100% you want to be with me then?”
“Yes.”
“And break up with Phyllis.”
“Of course.”
She nodded. “When?”
“Soon.”
“Tonight.”
“No, let’s wait a few days.”
She grinned and said, “You just get off on sneaking around, don’t you?”
I laughed, “No, but it doesn’t feel right. They have that conference soon. Let’s not spoil it for them.”
“I guess you’re right. —So when did you decide?”
“I was finally completely sure Wednesday night. There’s really nothing much between Phyllis and me now; we’re just friends with benefits who live together.”
“You know, even though it makes me so happy, that’s still sad to hear.”
“How do you think Dave will react?”
She frowned. “Lord, I’m not sure. He’ll probably take it well, but I doubt he’ll be friends afterwards with either of us.”
I took her in my arms and kissed her, and after a few minutes I said, “Sun’s going down. Come along.” I led her down a small path behind the shelter for about thirty yards to a small clearing with a barbecue grill and a picnic table. The sky was turning purple in the east and stars were starting to show themselves; the trees crowded around the edges of the clearing except for a small gap that opened over a forested valley.
“You chose a wonderful site for us.” She leaned on the table and smiled over her shoulder at me; I came up behind her and let my pants drop to my ankles as she lifted the hem of her dress. I positioned myself and slowly pushed inside her as she sighed, “What a beautiful view.”
“Mine’s pretty good too.”
Sandra was drenched and burning, and she pushed back vigorously as I thrust up into her. The pulpy back of her vagina wrapped snugly around my shaft while the rough front teased the sensitive underside to tempt me into climaxing immediately, but I bit my lower lip and maintained control. “How is it, love?”
She answered, “Yes, like that.”
I ran my hands along her sides and over her back, up to her neck and down to her breasts, marveling at the feel of her body as I slid the fabric of her dress over her skin. I reached up to run my fingertips along her neck and chin, delighting in the goose bumps I aroused on every inch of exposed skin I touched. I made to reach under her clothes to cradle her breasts, but she pushed my hands away and said, “Next time. This way really turns me on.”
I continued caressing her body and felt her excitement build as I pumped regularly back and forth into her. Her tunnel tightened around me and she squealed quietly as a small orgasm swept over her. I controlled myself with great effort and continued plowing her furrow. Now she pushed back against me in a faster rhythm and soon came more deeply. I leaned a little to the left to look down at her, and she looked up at me and smiled.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said.
“Come for me,” she replied, “Let me watch you.”
I pulled most of the way out of her and moved fast in small movements just inside her lips. The head of my cock was at the right depth to drive me crazy, and I saw her watching my face greedily as I gave myself over to her. When I came, my moans filled the clearing; I looked down at the beautiful woman who had given herself to me and thrust in as far as I could in a desire to possess her as fully as I could. My cum spurted into her with great force and I collapsed.
We leaned against the table and against each other, sweat dripping down our faces. “You’re really mine now,” she said with a touch of surprise and relief.
“I’m yours.”
She laughed and sang, “Yes, you is my own man now.”
Oh Lord,” I said, “that’s awful.”
Se giggled and said, “I’m sure there’s time for one more before we go. Is there the will?”
“Yes.”
I reached under her skirt and caressed her lips for the first time. Her hair was thick, her lips engorged, and she gasped as I started pushing two fingers inside her, palm against her clit. I asked, “Why can’t I undress you?”
“I just...don’t like being nude in public, for one thing. And it’s so sexy, for another. Like what I wanted to do with you at dinner so many times, mount you and fuck you while we talked like two normal adults above the waist. Now when you finally undress me, you’ll know what’s coming. You can pay more attention to the journey. My breasts won’t just be a stop on the way.”
This made sense, or at least as much sense as anything could when she was stroking me back to full hardness. When she had succeeded, she bade me lie down on the table and mounted me. “Come for me, baby,” I said, “let me watch you now.”
She rode me fast. I tilted my hips upwards and pushed back lightly as she pounded onto me, and I watched all the little details of the movements of her body above me, the swings of her breasts restrained by her bra, the tensing and movement of the muscles under her skin and of her skin under her dress, and the changes in the color of her skin as it flushed. She cried out in a long orgasm and collapsed on me as I stared at the face twisted so beautifully by our pleasure. I held her hips as I pushed into her and took one last sharp, tiring orgasm inside her as she lay exhausted on me.
A few minutes later we were rested enough to move. I had brought a small bag and pulled from it a damp towel that I used to clean myself off, then handed it to her. After she wiped up we did what little dressing needed to be done and walked hand in hand in the gathering twilight to the parking lot. Halfway there she asked, “Do you love me? Really love me?”
“Yes, I guess as well as anyone can so soon.”
“Good. I was afraid, just a little afraid you would just use me.”
“No, never.”
She smiled happily and kissed my cheek. “I’ll find us a place we can make love indoors. We can’t do it at our apartment or yours. Nosy neighbors. Prying eyes. Too much chance of an accident. I refuse to go to a motel. I have connections though.”
“I leave it in your hands. Your remarkably capable hands.”
She giggled again. “Anyway, we should have two or three afternoons next week just to ourselves. Monday after next they’ll be back from the conference and we’ll be together after that.”
I drove her to her apartment and she waved happily as she got out. “Thanks, Cal, I had a great time. Shame Dave and Phyllis missed it.”
“We’ll take them next time.”
She smiled wryly at that and walked to the door as if I were just an old acquaintance. After making sure she got in safely, I drove home. It was about nine when I went inside and washed up. Phyllis got home about eleven and we hugged each other and went to sleep.
A couple of mornings later, memories of thrusting deeply into Sandra bedeviled me as I tried to read in my office. After twenty minutes I gave up trying to fight my loins. I locked the door, laid out a handkerchief, and opened a free porn site. I soon found a woman who looked like Sandra rubbing off splayed open for the camera and stroked myself slowly as I stared at her hand and the lips it alternately covered and revealed.
I was fully hard but far from coming, holding off for a massive finish, when I heard a soft knocking at the door. Irritated, I turned off the screen of my computer, zipped up, and opened the door. Sandra stood there smiling, her skin glowing brown in the light and her eyes bright and flashing when she saw me. I smiled back and pulled her inside. I stood back to admire her brown skin where it was uncovered by a shimmering green blouse and jet black knee-length skirt. Before she kissed me, she asked, “Will we have a little time?”
“Yes.”
“No one saw me, I don’t think.”
“I need you.”
We kissed and she pulled me to my desk. I sat in my chair as she leaned against the edge of my desk facing away and hiked up her skirt. I unzipped and held her hips as she slowly impaled herself on me. When she had me fully inside her, she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the edge of my desk and said, “Slowly, baby.” We rocked slowly for a few minutes until she grinned evilly at me over her shoulder and said, “Computer’s on but the screen’s off, and a hanky’s on the desk. What ever were you doing?”
“Just thinking of you,” I blushed.
“We’ll see about that,” she said and turned on the screen to see a woman close to climax, her hand a blur, staring unseeingly at the camera. “Well, I guess you were,” she said after a few seconds, and after a pause, “In a way.”
“She looks a lot like you.”
“If you squint, I suppose.”
“I’m not staring at her face, dear,” I said with a smile. “Out of the corner of my eye she’s a dead ringer for you.”
“Fair enough.”
“And she does have a beautiful pussy.”
She shrugged, “Eh, I’ve eaten better.”
Involuntarily I thrust deeply inside her and worked hard to stop from spewing. “So you like girls, huh?”
She smiled over her shoulder. “Yes. I might tell you about them later. I want you concentrating just on me right now.”
I gladly followed orders and we climaxed hard and together ten minutes later. She wiped between her thighs and resettled her panties and skirt as I zipped up, and she sat back on my lap sidesaddle so we could kiss. “I’ll be ready again soon,” I said as I fondled her breasts and began to slip a hand down the neck of her blouse.
She pushed my hand away. “No. Hold off. We have a play date this afternoon. I hope you don’t have anything important planned, because you’ll have to skip it.”
I grinned happily. “Where?”
“Friend’s place.” She gave me the address. “Be there at one. You’ll finally get to see me naked.”
“I’ll finally get to see the girls.”
She laughed, “And other attractions. Think you can make it?” she asked coyly.
“Let me check my schedule. I might be able to pencil you in.”
“Hope you’re able to come.”
“I’ll be there with bells on.”
“Um, yeah, whatever. Just make sure you’re there.” We kissed passionately at the door until I was fully aroused and pressing hard against her. “Mmm, keep that thought,” she said. As she passed through my door and waved sweetly back at me, I wondered again at the sudden intrusion of passion and deceit in my life, but took relief in the realization the deceit would only last one more week.
After a few minutes I went to the gym and had a quick run, mostly as an excuse to use the showers. After a small lunch I went to the address she had given me; it was a small house in a quiet neighborhood close to one of the undergrad ghettos. A tall, thin black woman answered the door, Sandra looking over her shoulder. She inspected me crown to toe as Sandra said, “Let him in, Edith.”
Edith opened the door and said, “Welcome to my home. I’m Edith; pleased to meet you.”
“Edith and I are old friends,” said Sandra, “and she’s agreed to let us…crash here thre afternoons this week.”
I introduced myself and was led into the kitchen for a quick chat. After ten minutes or so, Edith said, “He’s a lot better than Dave, anyway.”
I asked, “What’s wrong with Dave?”
“He’s a jerk.”
Sandra smiled and said, “Dave and Edith started off on the wrong foot and never did manage to get over it. Dave flirts hard. Edith doesn’t flirt.”
“Not with my friends’ beaus,” she replied with a scowl. “This guy at least seems to have heard of respect.” She looked hard at me. “Though I understand you currently have a girlfriend who might not agree if she knew.”
“I’ll tell her soon.”
She nodded. “Yes you will, or I’ll make sure someone else will.”
I nodded in turn, “Fair enough.”
Edith leaned back and finally said, “Well, I guess I approve. I’ll be back at five.”
“Thank you,” Sandra said.
I added, “Yes, thank you for letting us take over your house.”
“You only get the guest bedroom,” she said with a smile. “And don’t expect me to change the sheets.”
“I’d be willing to pay for dry cleaning them and a maid to come in,” I replied.
For the first time she smiled and said, “That won’t be necessary, but thanks for the offer.”
After she left, we went into the living room and cuddled up on the couch. Sandra had changed into a formal outfit, silk cream-colored blouse and dark blue skirt, blue scarf around her neck, and light makeup, and stood up to show herself off to me. “Since you’re unwrapping me today, I thought I’d give your present a nice wrapping.”
I pointed at her neck and said, “You even tied it up in a pretty bow. I feel underdressed.” She sat down next to me and kissed me, and I added, “And overdressed.”
“I’ll take care of that soon enough,” she smiled.
We kissed passionately and my hands roamed around her torso, checking to make sure everything was still in place, and after ten minutes I had pushed her on her back on the sofa and lay atop her, kissing deeply and feeling nothing but her soft body under me. She pulled away and said, “Let’s go to bed.”
I followed her down the hall and sat on the edge of the bed as she stood before me. I reached up to cradle her breasts and said, “I can’t believe you dressed up for me like that.”
She simply smiled and untied her scarf, and I began unbuttoning her blouse. She pushed me back on the bed and lay over me, and we kissed as I continued unbuttoning her. She removed her belt and I unzipped the back of her skirt, and I slowly slid her blouse out of her waistband and off her shoulders. I pulled away to examine the parts of her I had finally uncovered, and she swayed her shoulders to show off her bra-encased breasts from several angles. I ran my fingers across her chest and neck, down her sides and up her back, drinking in the sight and feel of her flawless skin.
She sat up and said, “Happy birthday,” as she reached back to undo her bra.
“My birthday was last October.”
“Sorry it’s so late then,” she smiled, and let her bra slide off her breasts and down her arms. I stared at the dark brown hills dangling down over me and reached up to hold them as she swung them back and forth for me. They overflowed around my fingers, and she breathed hard as I kneaded them gently and began playing with her nipples. She rose up to push her breasts to my mouth and I suckled at them like a starved baby. She moaned above me and dug her crotch hard into me for several minutes; finally she tensed and groaned and said, “Yes, that was good.”
She stood up to strip off her skirt and panties. As I saw her thick thatch of curly black hair, she smiled at me and said, “Stand here for me.” She sat on the edge of the bed and undressed me quickly, delighting in every part she uncovered. When she had finally stripped me bare, she stroked my cock and said, “It looks as good as it feels. Didn’t see it in the light before”
I knelt on the floor before her, pushed her back, and spread her thighs. She was fully exposed to me, her outer lips thickly forested and her inner lips swollen and slightly open. I kissed her right knee and quickly slid my lips to the lips between her thighs and started drinking her juices. She gasped and raised her knees, put her hands on my head, and caressed my hair as I worked my tongue back and forth, side to side, and in and out, and soon she circled her hips, squeezed my head with her thighs, and screamed.
As she relaxed under me she pushed my head away, so I slid two fingers inside her and slowly worked them to find where they gave her the most pleasure. Soon her pussy was pulsating around them, so I bowed my head again and played with her clit with my lips and tongue as my fingers kept up a steady rhythm just inside her opening. My knuckles pushed down on the bottom of her vulva where the inner lips joined as my fingertips rubbed the ribbed front where the muscles were tight, and she repeatedly moaned, “Oh God, oh God.” Soon she came again, much harder and longer, and again I kept working my fingers gently inside her once it had passed.
This continued for twenty minutes and four orgasms, and finally she pushed me up and said, “That was incredible. Make love to me now.” She positioned herself along the length of the bed and spread her thighs wide open. As I rose above her, she reached down and guided me into her. I slowly entered her as I stared down at her dark body, and watched my pink cock slide deep within her brown belly, pushing her black lips apart as she thrust her hips beguilingly up towards mine. She looked greedily up at me, with probably the same possessive look I had as I watched every movement and detail of her body underneath mine, and she asked, “Worth the wait?”
“Oh yes.”
We moved together for several minutes, and as she climaxed again I let go and rode her fast and hard to a quick orgasm. I lay on top of her as I stayed semi-hard, and as we kissed I fully hardened again. I lasted through two more of her orgasms and came deep and hard fifteen minutes later, exhausted and drenched in sweat and her fluids.
We lay side by side and dozed for a few minutes. I awoke to her caressing my cock, teasing and stroking it, and when she saw my eyes open she smiled and kissed me. “It’s nearly three,” she said. “Don’t sleep through all of our first private time together.”
We lay there looking happily at each other. I said, “My dick is sore.”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch, no sympathy from me. I’m not sue I can walk straight before tomorrow.”
“Told you I’d fuck you raw.”
“Yep. Oh, what’s up with your nose?”
“Rug burn.”
She laughed loud and happily and I added, “And inside my upper lip the skin’s completely raw from my teeth.
