I was still in my dressing gown and my hair was a mess. I would sometimes get in the bath with Jake but that day I wanted to have a shower so I could wash my hair and had left it until after my cuppa to go when the doorbell rang.
I’m sure I was a sight with my angry face, greasy straggly straw like hair and my pink, towelling dressing gown with spaghetti stains on the front of it. My nails were of need of attention and I hadn’t even brushed my teeth. My hair was died blonde back then and always looked greasy when I hadn’t washed it.
I was amazed at the man I saw before me. He was dark skinned with no hair on his head and the sunlight reflected off his head like an 8 ball of a pool table under the light. He was smartly dressed in a light grey coloured suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and the next button loosened also. No tie but his collar sat up against the sides of his neck as if it were starched. My scowl disappeared as he smiled and my attention was drawn to his dazzling white teeth encased in his large soft lips.
I cracked a smile of my own and he started his pitch.
He was a salesman and was attempting to flog home alarm systems in the neighbourhood but I stopped him mid-flow and asked him would he be back this way again. I was happy to hear that he was in my area for the next couple of weeks and I asked him to call again the next day when I could be more prepared for him.
That night I thought about sex in bed for the first time in ages. I thought about his teeth and lips and what it might be like to kiss them. My thoughts turned to his hands and what it might be like to watch his dark hands all over my body or to watch my hands touching his smooth black skin. My thoughts then turned to his package and what might be hidden inside his trousers. I wondered if his manhood would be large, maybe even too big? I hadn’t had too many large men but the ones I did have had left me sore and I was feeling a little anxious about what I might find if I went looking.
That didn’t deter me though and the next day I began my preparations early. I had left my shower until late the night before. I also shaved my legs and put on face tan before going to bed. That morning, between running around after the destroyer and tidying, I had managed to get my clothes ready and had tied my hair up so that it wouldn’t get wrecked when I was bathing Jake. I left my hair and nails until after he went down for his nap and had just applied the finishing touches to my make up when I heard the downstairs window tap. I had told him not to ring the bell for fear of waking the baby. He was no longer a baby but in my eyes he was, especially after I cradled him before putting him down to sleep.
I was wearing my tight jeans that I was proud to be able to fit into again and had painted my nails a nice pearly white as I didn’t want to go dark and appear vampish or too keen to impress. I wore a white shirt to compliment his and opened mine at the front as he did so as to expose my cleavage. I made sure I was wearing the right bra to hold together my breasts and give them a good shape.
I had curled my hair loosely, which I favoured ever since the charity ball and I had my hair dyed blonde at that time. As you can imagine I was looking a million times better than the last time I opened the door to the salesman.
He was no longer in his grey suit and this time his suit was a dark blue pinstripe affair with a light blue shirt underneath but once again his buttons were open and his collar was high and neatly pressed.
I asked him to come in and he did. As he stepped inside I noticed his tan leather loafers and thought he was the epitome of cool.
My husband would never have worn anything but black shoes with a dark suit and although I always liked him in his work attire I never saw another man who wore a suit as well as the salesman.
I brought him into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. I was sitting close to him, not too close so that our legs were touching but close enough to see his laptop and he opened it for me resting it on his lap.
I watched his dark hands as they prised open the computer opening it carefully like a clam shell as if inside would be a prize pearl.
His fingers keyed in commands and swished quickly around the mouse pad. I noticed his fingertips were pink getting darker as the colour turned to brown and then black then I noticed his wedding ring. I asked him was he married and he told me he had only just got married. We talked for a bit about weddings and his honeymoon which had been in Thailand
I relaxed a little after that and listened to his pitch. It seemed logical to have his device fitted as it allowed you to hear if intruders were around your property before they had a chance to gain entry. It worked on a serious of beeps and lights on a display which was kept in your bedroom. When someone walked down your driveway one of the lights would come on outside and on the display panel a little red light would appear and the panel would beep alerting you that someone was there. Different lights and beeps sounded as they came to your front door or back door so you would know, lying in your bed, if there was a prowler on your property.
I was taken in by his pitch and went off to get my diary to discuss the best time to have it fitted. I would normally discuss things like this with my husband first but I wanted to spend more time with this man so I was definitely buying his product. We chatted about dates and the forthcoming holidays and he seemed to finally warm to me. As we chatted he turned towards me slightly and I felt that his body language was showing me that he liked me. I caught his eyes drop to glimpse my cleavage on more than one occasion and I felt that I was nearing the time to make my move on him. The thoughts of his marriage and his honeymoon left me and were replaced by what I had thought about lying in bed the night before. I wanted there and then to see his magnificent cock and to hold it in my hand. I had been with married men before when my husband and I were swinging so to me he was fair game. As his eyes dropped to my cleavage mine would drop to between his legs hoping to see the bulge rise or stir as I sent out the signals that I wanted him inside me. We flirted a little and I felt it was the time to strike. At first I put my hand on his leg and laughed as he said something funny, taking it away again as if it were a reaction along with the laughter.
Then the conversation turned to the bedroom and where the panel his company was to fit would go. I asked if he would like to come upstairs and show me and as I uttered the words in my best sensual tone I stroked the top of his leg. He pulled back slightly from me and answered by lifting the laptop he had put to one side back onto his lap protecting his legs from me and the area I really wanted to get my hands on.
He told me the likely spots were it should go but I didn’t take no for an answer and said once more that he should take me upstairs and show me. This time I slipped my hand into his shirt where it was unbuttoned and felt his smooth skin on my fingers but he stood up abruptly closing his laptop and said he was happily married telling me in no uncertain terms that he was not up for anything with me. I sat on the sofa in front of him and raised my hand once more to his leg. I ran it up his leg as I asked him, ‘Don’t you fancy me?’ but he didn’t move. When my hand reached its target he still didn’t flinch and I felt his bulge stir as my hand felt around his groin.
‘You are a beautiful and sexy woman but I can’t cheat on my wife, I love her and I’m only just married…. Please…’
He didn’t finish his sentence and he didn’t exactly tell me to stop so I continued to rub him until I felt his penis rise under his trousers. I felt it hard but not as big as I had imagined and so I decided to take a closer look, unzipped his trousers and put my hand inside.
‘Please’, he said once more but again he didn’t say stop.
I took out his penis and held, in my hand, for the first time a dark black cock. My pearly white nails were stark in contrast to his skin and his penis was average in size which made me more determined to have it in me. I looked up at him as I stroked it while it throbbed in my hand as if it willed me to take it inside me.
He seemed anxious but unable to resist as his hard cock wanted to be with me.
He spoke just once more,
‘I can’t’ he said but yet again he didn’t tell me to stop.
He seemed to be saying that he could not do anything but wanted me to carry on. In my mind he wanted me to take him into my mouth and so I did.
I licked his dark shaft and looked up into his eyes as I did it.
He looked at me at first, keeping his hands firmly by his side, one holding his laptop tightly in its grip the other forming a fist as the frustration in his throbbing penis created a build up deep within him. A build up that he and I both knew would have to be released. A build up that kept him from leaving or removing himself from my mouth.
Looking down at me he would have seen this blonde thrashing her hair from side to side as she licked each side of his shaft before plunging it deep into her mouth.
I sucked hard on him and then my hand pulled out his balls.
I put them in my mouth too and as I did he came exploding the build up out from the tip and onto the floor between us. I carefully put him back inside his trousers before standing up. I leaned in to kiss his big soft lips but he turned his head away and said he must go and with that, he left.
That night once more I lay in bed thinking of him. Knowing now he was a manageable size I wanted him inside me but I didn’t know if I would ever see him again.
A couple of days later we received the contract in the post and I went through it with my husband. Thank-fully he agreed to it and I hoped I would again see the salesman but he didn’t call. His number was on the contract so I rang him and left a message. I didn’t want to say anything that his wife might discover and be suspicious off so I just said that I still needed him to show me where the panel was to be fitted knowing he would know that I wanted him in my bedroom.
It was nearly a fortnight since I had seen him at first and I knew he was leaving the area after that and moving on so I had given up hope of ever seeing him again until I heard a tap on my window. It was Jake’s naptime and he had kindly tapped the window knowing not to disturb him. He had no laptop this time but looked as cool as ever. He was wearing a moave coloured suit which looked amazing against his skin and his shirt was stripped with thin dark brown and tan colours whilst the rest of it was a bright white.
He caught me unawares once more and I was wearing an old pink vest top without a bra and a pair of denim shorts.
I had thrown my clothes on that morning when a parcel arrived and they were the first things I could put my hand to so they were not an outfit I would have put together otherwise. I was a little embarrassed as once again he had caught me not at my best. I had no make up on and my hair was tied up.
He looked at me differently though, with an intent in his gaze he had not had before and despite my dress seemed to be happy to see me.
‘Come in, come in’, I said, ‘I thought I wasn’t going to see you again?’ He stepped inside once more in his tan loafers. ‘I’m a mess’, I said but as I shut the door he grabbed me. ‘Not to me’, he said and spun me round to meet his face. He was leaning down so that our faces were inches apart as he held me by my waist. ‘I have been thinking about you every day, I can’t get you out of my mind’, as he spoke my smile widened and I knew then I had got him.
We kissed and his big soft lips tasted divine as they took over my mouth controlling it as if he were a professional kisser, ‘Hmm you’re a great kisser’, I said which spurred him on. We kissed at the front door for some time and his hands felt their way slowly to grope my bum before he pulled away smiling, ‘Now let’s see where that panel is going to go’, ‘show me the bedroom’. He grinned when he uttered the words of our private joke and I too smiled back at him itching to get my hands on him again. We raced upstairs and I could’ve jumped him as soon as he neared my bed but he slowed the pace down.
Continuing the game he started to talk shop pretending to care where the panel would be fixed. As he spoke I watched his white teeth shine as his words were told to me in jest and his smile widened as his words began to sound ludicrous.
We were like bad actors in a very bad porn film as we continued with the charade. He took off his jacket saying, ‘It’s warm in here’, again as if he were reading from the script. ‘Sure is’, I replied as if reading from the same, ‘let me take that shirt off for you?’ and with that I undid the few remaining buttons and pulled the shirt from his trousers noticing that his cool tan belt matched his cool tan shoes.
Opening his shirt was like unwrapping a present you had longed for so much so that you had begged to open it sooner but still had to wait until the right time and this was it, the right time. He was ready and he watched me unravel him and drop his shirt to the floor. He was better than I imagined. His chest was smooth and silky like I imagined but toned as if he were carved from a rich dark chocolate into the perfect shape for a man. He had abs carved from the same chocolate that were shaped in the most perfect symmetrical fashion.
My hands ran up his front and onto his rounded shoulders. I wanted to bite into the chocolate but instead kissed his chest as he stood there motionless watching and enjoying my every move.
My hands seemed so pale against his dark skin and I wanted to see his hands on me. I stepped back from him staring at his amazing black body and with one swift movement pulled my top up over my head releasing to him my perfect chest. At that time I too had the toned body of a statue but compared to him mine seemed carved of white marble which had been blushed with a light shade of pink. I had always prided myself in being tanned but next to him and having not been away on holiday that year I seemed paler than ever before.
He didn’t seem to mind as he stared at my chest before raising his dark hands to take a hold of my breasts. He held them in each hand like they were fragile and would break at any moment if too much pressure was applied. We both watched his hands explore my front like I had done to him. They swept over my body as if the chocolate was melting onto the marble dripping down from my shoulders down my arms back up and back onto my breasts holding them this time in a less delicate way. He kissed me again and his hands finally squeezed my breasts as my hand raised to stroke his face. His big soft lips kissed my hand and then my lips before making their way down to my neck.
His lips gently kissed me again and again each time making a soft noise as they left my skin only to return again in a different place always lower than before. His big soft lips reached my nipple and again the noise of his kiss sounded as he kissed my breast and then kissed my nipple. Taking the nipple in his lips he kissed it as if it were my mouth then sucking gently as it rose into his mouth.
When his lips returned they were lower once more as he lowered his body down and kissed my stomach. The last time it had been kissed was when I had been pregnant years before. His tender soft kisses were like butterflies landing on me and flying away returning lower each time until the butterflies reached the top of my shorts. He dragged them off me exposing my pants which felt the butterfly on them as they filled inside with moisture.
I placed my hands onto his smooth head feeling it as he kissed me down below. It was soft not hard as I imagined. I lifted my hands away and used them to squeeze my breasts together as they filled with blood. The rest of my blood raced down to meet the butterflies below.
I was soaking wet and embarrassed at how wet I was but I stood firm as he dragged my pants off and the butterflies kissed my legs. His big black hands ran up and down my thighs readying me for him. My clitoris quivered with excitement as the butterflies landed on it but then flew up again, back up this time onto the other side of my body resting on my other nipple before he sucked gently on that one taking it inside his mouth. His hands caressed my bum as he rose upwards and then came up my back as if the chocolate was melting upwards defying gravity as it came.
Once again we were face to face and then he stepped forward pushing me backwards as I stepped back towards the bed but before we reached the bed. I stepped to the side and pushed him down onto the bed before me. He lay there looking up at my naked body as I leant over and unbuckled his belt sliding it out from its loops with ease and dropped it as the buckle clanged onto the wooden floor. For a brief moment I became a mother again as the thought that the noise might wake the baby startled me but it left me again when he didn’t stir.
I became lost once more in the moment as I slipped off his clothes. First his trousers then his underwear. He wore white Calvin Klein tight black trunks and before I removed them I slid my hands up his dark muscly thighs to meet them, taking in the picture before me of the man sculpted from chocolate lying on my bed in his undies which held his package as if too were sculpted.
I whipped them off to reveal his already hard cock which I took immediately in my hand. I licked it once more like a chocolate bar as I savoured the rich dark flavour before me. I didn’t take in my mouth this time because I wanted him inside me and was conscious of the time we might have left so I mounted him and sat on his thighs. He pulled himself up on the bed so his head was on the pillows and I followed landing on top of his cock exactly where I wanted to be.
He put his hand down and I rose to allow him to place it inside. At first he rubbed it back and forth before placing it in the spot allowing me to dive back down onto it, plunging it deep inside me. The initial force filled me with sexual pleasure so much so that I could not contain myself and rocked wildly back and forth on top of him, riding him like a galloping wild black stallion. My hands lifted into my hair as I welled with ecstasy from within, closing my eyes as I rocked and then slowed to a rhythmic pace before leaning back with my hands on my head to feel him press against me deep inside.
When I came forward I couldn’t hold myself up and fell forward onto him. His hand ruffled my hair as I lay on him and he began bucking upwards toward me filling me again with the ecstasy and strength to lift my body upwards. His hands groped and massaged my chest holding me up and preventing me from falling towards him as I once again rocked wildly on top of him. My hands grabbed the headboard to steady myself and holding it tight in my hands my knuckles became white as I grabbed it and shuddered my body into an orgasm. One which I had controlled myself from start to finish. His hands left my chest and I fell once more onto him. He rolled me over onto my side and we faced each other with his cock still hard inside me as we kissed and I enjoyed the aftermath of the orgasm.
He bucked gently into me before getting faster and then turned me onto my back.
He then rose up onto his knees still bucking me and held my legs in the air as he rocked wildly back and forth into me. My boobs bounced wildly before him and the butterflies kissed my smooth pale legs as he fucked me hard and deep. He dropped my legs before he came and pulled out releasing his come onto my stomach. It oozed out like it had done before onto my living room floor and he fell beside me leaving me with the mess on my front. I reached down and lifted my top from the floor and cleaned myself before turning to him.
We kissed again and I watched once more my hand as I stroked his chest. I felt his pecs and then his abs before again taking his cock in my hand. Once again I thought I would like him inside me before he went but then I heard crying and I sprung up from the bed telling him he must go.
I thought then I would never see him again.
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