Yori straightened her clothes and smoothed down her hair, which had come out of place during their elevator “ride.”
Tony started the elevator again, picked up her groceries and flowers and stood there like nothing had happened. When they reached the ground floor, he opened the door and led her out.
The afternoon sun greeted them the moment they stepped out of the dark building. Yori suddenly felt ashamed. It was like the sun was shedding light on her dirty little secret. She began nervously adjusting her clothes.
Tony looked at her, and he could see that she was uncomfortable and probably regretting what had just happened. He pulled her close to him. “It’s all right. We didn’t do anything wrong. We are consenting adults who gave into our desires. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
Yori looked down to the ground and back up at him. He was smiling broadly, his captivating smile causing her heart to melt. “No, there isn’t.”
“Come on, let’s get some lunch. We’ve worked up an appetite.” He chuckled.
Yori couldn’t help but smile. They had indeed worked up an appetite. She started to go home, but she had feasted all day on this delicious stranger, and still was far from full. “Okay,” she said, curious as to what other surprises the day might bring.
Evening
Over lunch, they shared their life stories and chatted about everything from politics—they still couldn’t believe that America had a black president—to global warming, to the ever changing stock market. Tony was a great conversationalist, and Yori was enjoying his company. He had made her feel at ease and didn’t focus on the great sex that they had just had. After lunch, he took her to a few art galleries in SoHo. The afternoon morphed into evening, and they were still together.
“I’d better get going,” Yori told him.
“Please, don’t. I know this great little Latin joint not too far from here.”
“The last time I went to a great little place with you, we ended up interconnected,” she said, raising her eyebrows.
“Touché.” He held up the palms of his hands. “I promise; no hanky-panky. It’s about the music this time. You up for a little salsa dancing?”
“And you really believe that some hot, sweaty, sexy salsa dancing is going to squelch your desire for a little more hanky-panky?” Yori asked with a cunning smile.
“You know, to be a relative stranger, you already know me so well. So how about it?”
She nodded her head slowly, confirming to herself that she’d just agreed to partake in some dirty dancing. Apparently her will was no match for Mr. Tony’s sexy ways.
That’s all he needed to know. Tony paid the bill and gathered her belongings. They walked two short blocks to the salsa spot. Inside was small with about ten tables lining the perimeter of a tiny dance floor packed with gyrating bodies all moving to the hot and pulsating rhythms. Tony found them an empty table and immediately ordered drinks from the waitress.
Yori leaned over. “This is nice. I love this music…Celia Cruz, Tito Puente…” she said, and began humming along.
“Come on, let’s dance.” He reached for her hand and pulled her into the bay of scintillating dancers.
They began dancing, attempting to keep up with the frenzied stepping of the much more experienced partners. Their successes were met with smiles, their foibles with hearty laughter. Yori liked that despite their steps being out of sync, their dispositions were in step.
When the music changed, offering the couple a slower paced, salsa romàntica tune by Marc Anthony, Yori reached up and hugged Tony’s neck, and he caressed her waist. The song was mesmerizing, putting them into a trance. Yori closed her eyes, and unable to understand the Spanish lyrics, she let go and let her body do the listening.
The sexy sounds, combined with holding this incredible woman again, were making Tony horny. He pulled Yori closer and started grinding against her pelvis.
Yori could feel Tony’s ever-expanding cock and swallowed hard. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted him again. He was indeed like the serpent tempting her with lust. Yori opened her eyes and looked around to see if anyone was watching them, but no one was paying them any attention. She gave in to his moves and matched them with her own. Soon, they were in a heated entanglement.
“Let’s go to the back,” he whispered in her ear.
Yori didn’t say a word, just followed her newly minted lover.
Tony knocked on the door that said Janitor. When no one answered, he opened it. They went inside, and he locked it behind them. The room was tiny, only slightly larger than the lavatory on a plane.
“Take off your panties,” he said, in a deep voice.
Yori complied. He then picked her up and sat her on top of the small sink. Tony dropped to his knees and began eating her out. Yori threw her head back and grabbed ahold of his head to balance herself.
Tony explored the petals of her juicy pussy with his tongue, sucking her clit, and jetting his tongue in and out of her. Once he brought her to climax, he started to enter her, but she stopped him.
“I want to taste that big dick of yours.” Yori was doing and saying things that she had never done before. She had never wanted to suck a cock until now. Although she had performed oral sex before, she didn’t enjoy it, but for some reason, she wanted to put her lips around Tony’s rock-hard penis.
Before trading positions, Yori looked in the old rusted mirror and stared at Tony’s cock. The sight of his thick long dick was making her salivate. She then took it in her hands, and watched the reflection of herself stroking his lethal weapon.
“Hey, open up in there!! I need to use the can!” a voice from the other side of the door yelled.
Tony and Yori heard the man, but didn’t stop their foreplay. They were in a zone and didn’t care about the world beyond the tiny closet.
“He’ll find the right room eventually,” Tony whispered in her ear.
Yori nodded her head in agreement. No stranger’s need could be as urgent as hers at the moment.
The man banged on the door a couple of times but stopped once he realized he had the wrong door.
Once she finished her hand job, she kneeled down on the tiny floor and began sucking Tony off with abandon. Her mouth made love to his dick as if her life depended on it. She was sucking so hard that she could taste precum oozing out of his dick. The sweet, salty taste was like an aphrodisiac turning her on even more. She wanted to suck all of his cum out and continued bobbing her head, applying pressure with her mouth.
“Damn, baby, that feels so good.”
Tony was on the verge of cumming but didn’t want to explode in her mouth. He extracted himself and came in the sink.
Now that they had gotten the lustful monkey off their backs, they went back to their seats feeling totally satisfied. They could have stayed holed up in the closet all night, but they figured evidently more patrons would come banging on the door.
They stayed for two sets, before heading out.
“Can I get you a taxi?” Tony offered.
“Yes, that would be nice.”
He stepped to the curb and raised his arm, trying to flag down a cab. Once the taxi came, he helped her inside and then asked for her phone number. They exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.
As Yori rode home, she thought about the unexpected events of the day. This day had been like no other, and she felt liberated. Tony had broken down all of her sexual inhibitions. In a matter of hours, he had taught her to give in to her temptations and live for the moment.
She had thought that this day would be like every other Saturday, but she was wrong. It had been far better than she could have ever imagined. Her one day of lust was something that she would remember for years to cum!
PARTY OF FOUR
BLACK
The sexiest vacation spot? My house.
—BLACK
There were the moments between night and dawn when the sky hadn’t completed the transition, and the s
tars were twinkling their final curtain call.
Debby Ericson lay awake watching the last dots fade from the horizon, listening to the even rhythm of her husband’s breathing, and she knew from the even tempo he was still dreaming, in color. She smiled as she rolled from beneath the down comforter, her toes touching the retro shag rug. Heat curled around her ankles, and a relieved sigh escaped her plump lips. The new furnace was definitely working.
Scooting back on the bed, she looked over her shoulder at the man she’d loved for the majority of her life. He’d given her two incredible children, had worked menial jobs right after college so that she could stay home with their daughters, then had encouraged her to pursue her own career after their girls had begun school. When all of their friends were trading in their spouses for newer models, she and Mark had locked their doors and opened their hearts to one another. Mark had loved her since they were in middle school, and he could take her to sexual heights she had never achieved with anyone else; even her own hands were incapable of satisfying the ache that throbbed constantly in the deepest parts of her.
If he weren’t sleeping, Debby would have had him then, but his job as CEO of Carrollton Trucking Company was demanding and often required sixteen-hour days.
They would play tonight. He was getting off early, he’d told her yesterday.
They were the perfect, somewhat understated, definitely misinterpreted, middle- to upper-class black family. Very straight laced—according to those in the community. Mark was the white-collar executive who had an interior decorator as a wife, but behind the triple-locked, rustic wood, French-styled front doors they were freaky, nudist, hedonists who were secretly contemplating their next big adventure. Over the years they’d learned that sex with partners outside their marriage kept the excitement going inside their marriage. Over the years they’d been with a few people, and their bond had only grown stronger.
A thrill danced down Debby’s thighs, and she welcomed the beginning of a microclimax. Just thinking about the things they’d done in the past made her want to play dress-up right then, dive beneath the covers and have her way with Mark.
The New Year had begun less than ten months ago, and to indulge Mark’s fantasies, she’d dressed up as a waitress, nurse, teacher, prison guard, slutty office temp, flight attendant, package delivery woman and cougar. After the cougar fantasy, he’d given her two-carat, diamond stud earrings. He’d loved the wig with the gray streak in the front.
As often as once a week, she found fantasy suggestions—taped to her computer mouse, coffee cup, toothbrush, mirror and thong drawer—as to which woman he wanted greeting him when he locked their bedroom door that night.
Debby ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and found wetness. She was always charged with sexual energy that had him just a thought away all day, every day.
Debby could honestly say she was sincerely, happily in love. Their nest was empty for the first time in twenty years, their oldest child studying abroad, and their youngest daughter happily acclimated at Temple University.
They wouldn’t be parents again until fall break, and the girls knew better than to come home unannounced. Their dad had taken care of that over their weekly webcam call last weekend.
Debby suppressed a giggle. His loving but firm stance had turned her on. Remembering how she’d screwed Mark’s brains out in every room except their daughters’ made her want him again, but his breathing hadn’t changed. He would be asleep for another hour.
Gently she slid her hand down his shoulder to the top of the cover. In his sleep, Mark moved closer to her side of the bed, and she couldn’t resist climbing back under the covers to be enveloped in his love. He encircled her and his hands rubbed up and down her arms while he settled his chin between her shoulder blades. His slow exhale spread across her bare back. He was finally awake.
Debby curved her body and he curled around her. The love between them was gentle yet powerful, like a hug.
“I dreamed in color,” he told her, growling like a bear as he pulled her to him.
“You’re color blind,” she informed him, smiling at the irony.
“God has a sense of humor.” She could feel his finger at the crack of her behind, and in a deft movement, he peeled off her thong. “What color is this?” He dragged it up beneath the covers and rubbed it against her breasts. Debby was one of those women whose nipples had their own story to tell. When aroused, they stood out an inch, like pencil erasers. Unaroused, they were dots on a map waiting to be recognized.
She didn’t bother to look at the thong dangling from his finger. “Red.”
He flicked his wrist and sent the garment onto the floor, kissing her back deeply with his tongue, sending thrills down her buttcrack to her clit, which seemed to vibrate.
“I love red. It’s the color of passion,” he said, as her body responded. He hadn’t always been color blind.
Her muscles loosened, and her legs wanted to welcome him, but she loved playing hard to get early in the morning. Intentionally she crossed her legs and drew them up behind her, knowing he liked to work a little before he actually left for work. He enjoyed the tease as much as the win.
In the distance, the first birds began to awaken and call to one another. Soon, she and Mark would be in their respective cars heading to work in opposite directions. She pushed the thoughts away and let the beauty of the moment fill in all the spaces.
“Are you going to work today?” Her voice was husky as she tempted him. They could call in sick together. He bit her back, causing her to arch, her legs loosening just a little. He pushed at them, pretending to wrestle with her.
“Why? You got a boyfriend coming by that I don’t know about?”
A giggle started in her chest, as she scooted back toward his naked body. “Yes. His name is Dexter, and he’s got a much bigger dick than you.”
“Does he really now?” Mark bit her shoulder and she moaned, clutching the fitted sheet. He was claiming his possession and she loved it. He knew better than anyone how she liked to be pleased. His tongue found the most sensitive spot on the back of her neck and when she squirmed, he palmed her 34DDs and massaged until her nipples were at their fullest.
Breathless, she crawled across the bed, as if to get away.
“Dexter’s dick is rather huge, darling. I can’t lie here playing with you all day. I have to plan his birthday.”
Debby held her breath. Mark’s fortieth birthday was a big deal, but he didn’t seem to care what he did this year. She’d been agonizing for months about what to do and he had ruled out just about everything, including traveling. They’d just returned from a trip to Japan three weeks ago, and Mark didn’t want to go anywhere until after President’s Club, the company trip in January.
She’d booked, then canceled, a room at the Mansion, an exclusive hotel on Peachtree Street in the heart of Atlanta’s swank hotel district. They had their house all to themselves and were very comfortable being home. With their college reunion the following weekend, Mark had already said he didn’t want to go away, knowing they were committed to attending that event.
“I’m calling Dexter. He wants to fuck me good,” she teased.
Mark pulled Debby by her ankle, then reached till his fingers greeted her wetness. Debby couldn’t help but tighten her vaginal muscles and clutch them. Mark made her feel so good.
“So wet,” he whispered.
“Mmm.”
The sky had turned a dusty navy blue and looked so lovely she didn’t want to close her eyes, but the pleasure was so great, she wanted to capture it in her heart and imprint it in her memory bank. Her love for Mark was passionate and deeply poignant. She would do anything for him.
Debby lay on her stomach while Mark finger-fucked her. He bit her hip and she yelped and squeezed her buttcheeks, laughing. “You’re driving me insane, Mark Dexter Ericson.”
“What does Dexter want for his birthday?” he asked, loving his alter ego. Lying on his side, his hand moving inside of he
r, his breath glided across the hump of her backside.
“I don’t know. I thought about surprising him. He loves surprises, unlike you, darling. Speaking of which, Anya from college called yesterday. She and Mario are coming for the reunion next week.”
Debby turned to see her husband’s face. The pleasure and surprise had a positive effect on him. And he was eye-level with her ass.
“It’s been over twenty years. How are they?” his strokes became long and deeper.
She spread her legs a little more. “Fine. I insisted they stay with us while they’re here. No need for them to rent a hotel room when we have the guest house.”
“That was nice of you, Mrs. Ericson.” The tempo of his finger-fucking had changed and he was hitting her G-spot just right each time. At the same time, he caressed her bottom, her second most sensitive erogenous zone. The combination of the two had a dizzying effect on her. However, part of pleasing her was to please him. Debby considered moving, but one look at his face told her he was pleased.
“You think they might like a repeat of our foursome? That night was hot. Really hot.” Mark’s voice was naturally deep, but it now took on a sensual quality that caused a thrill to shimmy up her already stimulated backside. Debby sighed.
“As a matter of fact, Anya hinted strongly that she and Mario would be open to a repeat performance.”
“Did she now?”
Mark’s fingers plunged into her deeply. Debby couldn’t widen her legs any farther. She dropped her cheek to the sheet and moved her hips in rhythm to his hand.
“So a repeat isn’t out of the question?” he said, before licking her butt.
“Oh, Mark…” More words refused to come and Debby didn’t care. The thought of their friends coming to their house made her reach for Mark and kiss him hard. A night of illicit passion once every twenty years sounded just perfect to her. Debby ground her hips against his hand, and she clutched his hand to her lips.
“You’re sexy as hell, baby.” Mark sighed, his hand leaving her delicate folds. As soon as he parted from her, she wanted to become one with him again, but he was ahead of her and climbed onto her back, their knees meeting, his sex falling between her butt and thighs. His chest met her back and he pressed his weight into her the way she liked, as their fingers curled together.
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