Is Mr White Mr Right?

by J A Fielding

  “Tell me one thing,” Natasha started as she looked at Mitchell. “Why me?” she asked. Mitchell took a long deep breath. “Maybe he’s been asked this before,” Natasha thought as she looked at him.

  “You are not fussy,” he said without blinking. Natasha looked at him questionably.

  “Fussy.” she said. “I don’t know what that means,” she finally said shrugging. Mitchell laughed before running his fingers through his thick waves.

  “My surname is my biggest cross,” he started as he took a grape from a dish in the mini bar. “Every woman I’ve been with was with me for the alimony checks and the flashy lifestyle,” he added as he popped the grape in his mouth.

  “That really happens?” Natasha asked. “I thought it was just something people did to popularize films,” she added.

  “Oh it happens,” Mitchell said. “Remember when I told you that I had a complicated love life?” he asked her. Natasha nodded. “Well, I was going through the final phase of my divorce then and the woman, well, let’s just say that her drama should have its own reality show,” he finally said. Natasha smiled before finally laughing. Mitchell could be funny when he wanted to be.

  “So, I’m not fussy?” she asked with a smile. Mitchell shook his head slowly as looked at her then slowly ran his hand up and down her arm.

  “You are maybe my best decision yet,” he said. “I really want to see where this goes,” he added looking into her eyes.

  As soon as he said this, Natasha looked at him and knew exactly what she wanted to do. She slowly let his jacket slip off her shoulders onto the limo floor as he looked at her. She was a bit nervous being the first person to make the move but thanks to the wine at dinner and the champagne she had earlier taken, she felt more confident than ever.

  She shifted her weight a little so that she could get closer to him. Mitchell leaned forward and claimed her lips in a long sensual kiss that almost left her breathless. She slowly put her small hands on his broad chest and began working his buttons with her trembling fingers. Feeling her nervousness, Mitchell held her closer as he felt his cock twitch.

  She felt him work his tongue inside her mouth as she got the last button of his shirt open. She gasped as she laid eyes on his carefully crafted abs. slowly, she ran her fingertips along the length of his torso before leaning to kiss him down to waist.

  Mitchell’s breath was soon turned to short sighs and gasps of pleasure as Natasha’s hot mouth pleasured his body. She ran her tongue down his torso before trailing short, soft kisses on him. He felt small pimples forming on his skin as he closed his eyes in pleasure. Natasha then took one of his pecks in her mouth and let her tongue swirl around his tip making his cock twitch again. She then withdrew from him and smiled.

  Mitchell opened his eyes to look at her as she undid the knot of her dress behind her neck. He gasped as the smooth purple fabric gave way to her two glorious breasts held in place in the black strapless bra she wore. The bra was carefully crafted so that her cleavage was well showed off. He breathed a long, low wow as his hand slowly moved up her thigh. She then began working his pants careful not to go too quick.

  She would do anything to make this moment last forever. When he undid his zipper, he felt her throat tighten as her eyes landed on the biggest bulge she had ever seen. She pushed the scared thought at the back of her mind and pulled his pants off. He helped her with his boxer shorts releasing a long, thick cock from the constraints.

  Natasha knew she was staring but she could not help it. Not only was this the first time she had ever seen a white man’s cock, it was also the one time she proved the stereotype that white men had small penises wrong. She felt her heart beat faster and faster, so fast that she did not even realize when he pulled her dress all the way down.

  Natasha finally came to her senses when she felt the tightness of her bra relax as he undid the clasp of her bra. She trembled as he ran his palms on her hardened nipples. He pushed her on the seat and knelt in between her knees and then leaned forward to pull her panties off. “Of course, you have to level the playing field,” she thought. But instead of pulling her black panties off, Mitchell began kissing her navel as one hand slowly rubbed one breast.

  “Oh shit, he’s good. He is so…..what the fuck…” Natasha’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he slowly pulled her panties down using his teeth. She now felt more turned on than ever as she looked at him looking back at her with her panties in between his front teeth. He threw the panties on the floor and then let his body slowly descend on her as he marveled at the feeling of their two naked bodies touching. Natasha closed her eyes and ran her hands on his back as he nibbled at her neck.

  Her wetness was now rubbing against his large member making her breath faster as he involuntarily rubbed her pleasure point. He trailed his tongue from her tongue down to one breast whose nipple he took into his mouth, sucking long and hard enough to make her tremble under his weight. He let the nipple out of his mouth only to take the other one in.

  She moaned and squirmed as she felt herself inside his hot mouth. His hard tongue twirled around her nipple wildly almost as if he was revenging for her earlier action of similar nature. His involuntary rubbing was gradually pushing her over the edge as he continued sucking on her. She suddenly raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, shivering wildly under him. She knew there was no way she could hide the fact that she had just had her orgasm from him.

  He finally pulled away from her, releasing her nipple in the process. He wriggled out of her grip as she weakly collapsed on the seat. “Now, you’re ready for me,” he said in a whisper as he took a condom from his pants pocket.

  “You knew this would happen,” she whispered panting.

  “You did too,” he said as he eased the condom on his raging shaft. “I saw the condoms in your purse at the hotel,” he said as he repositioned himself. She blushed when he said this.

  “I did,” she whispered as he came down to kiss her again. Natasha did not know this by then, but one of the reasons why he chose to kiss her then, was to make sure she would not scream. She could feel his head on her well lubricated opening. He went on kissing her as he slowly nudged the head in. She appreciated the fact that he was slow and patient with her. She was not a virgin but she had not had someone as big as he was.

  ”What is he? Like eight, nine inches?” she thought as he slowly pushed himself inside her. As soon as his cock head slipped inside her wet pussy, she knew she was in trouble. She moaned against his lips as he worked the rest of his length inside her. “Ten! Definitely a ten or eleven….” She thought as he slowly withdrew from her only to push himself back in.

  After the first few minutes, he pulled away from her mouth and looked at her face as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her. He could see her face grimacing in painful pleasure as her cunt struggled to get used to his shaft. Soon, enough, the wetness inside her allowed him to slowly move in and out of her with ease. However, she was still whimpering. He pulled himself out of her and saw her face twitch as he did so. He looked down at her pussy which was no longer small and tight lipped but wide open, gaped, waiting for him to sink himself inside her. She opened her eyes to see him re-entering her, this time pushing himself to her hilt.

  She gasped loudly as he sunk himself inside her smooth, inviting hole. Her fingers held on to the car seat as he picked up his pace. She had officially graduated from pain to desirable pleasure. Her tits bounced up and down as he worked himself in and out of her. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as he worked himself into a piston like frenzy. By that time, Natasha was loudly gasping and moaning her pleasure as her own body fluids worked their way to the surface of her skin. Mitchell’s pace and closed eyes made Natasha know that he was very well near the point of no return.

  He suddenly lay down on her and flipped her over so that he was lying on his back. “I’m not sure I can do this,” Natasha thought as she struggled to move herself on his hard length. As if he could read he
r mind, Mitchell put his hands under her ass cheeks and helped her work her way on and off his cock. Soon enough, Natasha was being drop fucked onto Mitchell’s long dick. She was surprised that by this time, he could bury himself inside her all the way to her hilt. She slowly began twisting her waist as she fucked him. Mitchell let out a loud groan and put his hands on her breasts as she did so. It was quite evident that she was doing a good job judging by the way he moaned and how the gentle grip on her breast soon turned to be sheer erotic pleasure as he tightened his grip, maybe trying to hold on to the wild woman on top of him.

  Natasha struggled to fuck Mitchell and stay in check without exploding for as long as she possibly could before she felt herself burst against his shaft. She screamed and moaned as he kneaded her breasts, gently but deeply until she stopped shaking. Just when she thought she was done, she felt Mitchell pushing his cock through her now highly sensitized walls. She screamed out loud as his spasms got the best of him buried inside her. He brought her down to rest her head on his shoulder as he continued thrusting upwards. Natasha was confused. Normally, men collapsed after an orgasm but Mitchell was clearly cut from a different cloth. He fucked her longer and harder until she finally felt him spasm again, this time, harder and longer than the first time. She shook uncontrollably as she felt the effects of his orgasm in her pussy. It was almost a never-ending pleasure for Mitchell. He finally stopped thrusting and held her quietly. The only sound in the limo was their heavy breathing and occasional moans.

  “You can come clean with me about the enhancers you took,” Natasha said still resting her head on his shoulder. He laughed and planted a kiss on her forehead.

  “I told you I had to get you going before I started,” he replied as he ran a hand up and down her back. Natasha suddenly realized that the limo was no longer moving.

  “Where are we?” Natasha asked. “We are not moving anymore,” she added. “Oh shit, the driver probably thinks I’m a whore,” she thought.

  “I told the driver to drive us a couple of blocks from your house and take an hour’s walk before we took you home,” Mitchell said putting Natasha’s mind at ease. Natasha smiled as she cursed the thought of having to wake up alone after such great sex.

  Chapter 7

  “These came for you Miss Black,” Stacy Reynolds, Natasha’s assistant said carrying a bouquet of flowers. Natasha looked up to see Stacy placing the flowers next to another four bouquets that had come in a pan of two days. “This is ridiculous,” she thought as she looked at the flowers.

  “Wait Stacy,” she said as her assistant started to walk out. “What does the card say?” she asked. Stacy picked up the card and opened it.

  “Same as all others,” she said after a short pause. “Dinner,” she added as she walked to Natasha’s desk and gave her the card. Natasha took a long deep breath.

  “Thanks Stacy,” she said as she crumpled the small card. “Actually Stacy,” she called again as Stacy approached the door. “Take them all with you,” she said as she balanced her glasses on the ridge of her nose.

  “What would you like me to do with them?” Stacy asked looking confused. Natasha looked up from her computer and smiled.

  “Trash them, burn them, I don’t care,” she said with a smile. “And any other that come in, do the same,” she added before looking back at her computer.

  “Alright Miss Black,” Stacy said in a voice Natasha translated as ‘whatever you say boss’. “She probably thinks I’ve lost it,” Natasha thought as she looked at the time. It was almost six, time to go. She grabbed her purse and cleared her desk of all her personal effects. She was just walking out of the office when her phone beeper went off. She looked at it and smiled.

  “Coffee?” the text from Mitchell said. She looked at it and began typing.

  “Actually kind of hungry.” Send. She stood by the door as she waited for a reply.

  “Meet me at the parking lot in five.” She smiled as she walked out of her office feeling on top of the world. As she passed Stacy’s desk, she noticed that she had already gotten rid of the flowers. She walked over to her desk with a smile.

  “Hey Stacy,” Natasha said to her with a smile. Stacy looked up and flashed her own pearly whites. Natasha liked Stacy. She was a genuinely nice person, never too eager to kiss her ass. Stacy Reynolds was just what she needed going into a new company.

  “Hey Miss Black,” Stacy said. “What more can I do for you?” she asked.

  “Nothing really. I just wanted to say thanks for dealing with that floral situation,” Natasha said winking at her. Stacy shrugged.

  “It’s nothing Miss Black, its all part of the job,” she added. Natasha smiled as she began walking away. Her phone buzzed again.

  “Where you at.” She smiled as she typed away on her phone. “Lobby.” she typed as she walked past the receptionist with a smile. As her stilettos clicked on the ground, she noticed Mitchell leaning against his black SUV. She then realized that this was the first time she had seen him all day. He had an early morning meeting and then when he got back to the office, Natasha was already in a meeting with some potential clients. She was just now laying eyes on her very own Derek Shepherd who looked as sharp as always in a grey pin stripe suit and soft purple shirt. His wavy hair shone in the evening sun, a heavy contrast from his light toned skin.

  “You look good, really good,” she said to Mitchell as she approached the vehicle. Mitchell gave her a smile and looked at her. Her body looked exceptionally great in the white wrap around dress and silver platform heels.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself,” he said as his eyes savored her beauty. He held his hand out and she looked at him confused. “Is he going to hug me here” she wondered as she took his hand in a nervous handshake. Mitchell smiled and pulled her in a close embrace. “Oh boy, the office gossip machines have something to tweet about,” she thought. He slowly pulled away and brought his head down to meet her lips.

  “Mitch, what are you doing?” she asked looking at him. It was strange enough that he was holding her this close in full daylight but to kiss her in full view of her co-workers? That was just ridiculous.

  “Can’t I be happy to see my woman?” he asked looking at her. Natasha looked at him and smiled.

  “You don’t mind if everyone here knows about us?” she asked. He smiled again and pulled her close for a long lingering kiss that almost left her gasping for breath.

  “Not at all,” he said after letting her go. She felt a shiver go through her. “This might very well be the real deal,” she though as she looked at him.

  “So where are we going?” she asked still in his arms. He smiled at her, a smile that made her a bit nervous.

  “I am not telling you, it’s a surprise,” he said as he opened the passenger door for her. She smiled as she climbed in.

  “It had better be a good one,” she said when he got in and started the ignition. “I’m not a very ‘surprise’ person,” she said holding up finger quotes.

  “I have known you for four months and I can guarantee that you will love it,” he said as he drove them off the company premises. She relaxed in her seat as they cruised down the streets. She suddenly got uneasy when they began heading out of town, towards the outskirts of LA. “He best not be some serial killer,” she thought struggling to regain her composure. “Four months my ass, he may very well kill me.”She looked over at Mitchell who was busy humming to the smooth tunes he had in the car. Soon, they drove into what looked like a landing strip.

  “Where are we?” she asked as she looked at the landing strip in front of them. There was a small plane on the strip and a man who looked like a butler standing right next to aircraft steps. “Who’s that man? Are you going to kill me?” she asked suddenly. She bit her lip when she realize that she had just thought out loud.

  “What?” Mitchell asked looking at her with a smile. He slowly pulled over and got out of the car then rushed round her door to let her out.”Come on,” he said as he took her hand. T
hey walked together to the plane where the butler greeted Mitchell with a smile.

  “Everything set Edward?” he asked the man who smiled back and nodded.

  “Everything is in place Mr. Schmidt,” Edward replied as Mitchell led Natasha inside. Her eyes grew wide when she got inside the plane. The private jet had been prepped for just the two of them. There was a table romantically set for two and a bottle of champagne on ice.

  “Tonight, we are having dinner in San Diego,” he said with a smile as he fastened his seat belt. Natasha looked at him and smiled. Mitchell Schmidt was all that and a bag of chips. She relaxed as they took off wondering what the next few hours had for them. When they got to yet another private landing strip in San Diego, there was a car waiting to take them to Luca Bellini’s, a new Italian bistro in town. The restaurant had been popular from the get go thanks to celebrity chefs and its many high end clients.

  As they walked through the doors of the bistro, Natasha could feel sophistication all around her. The hostess led them to a private table with a great view of the ocean. Natasha looked over at Mitchell and sighed. This man was out to spoil her and she loved every minute of it.

  After a great dinner, Mitchell decided to take her for a walk on the coastline. She carried her shoes in her hands as they walked hand in hand eying the beautiful sun kissed ocean. They had only been walking for a few minutes when Natasha thought she heard someone call her name but she was not so sure about it.

  Tasha,” she heard a male voice call out again. This time she stopped to look around. “Who would possibly know me in San Diego?” she wondered as she turned this way and that. “Hey ma,” she heard a voice behind her. She suddenly turned around to see her ex Jay smiling at her. “Oh fuck,” she thought.

  “Hey Jay,” she said passively. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I came for a seminar. What are you doing here?” he asked. “And who is this?” he asked looking at Mitchell.