This is a follow-up to The Brothers-in-law.
Laney
Jacob:
Jacob was leaning on the door jam to his office as Laney walked by. It was unusual for her to be at the shelter on a Friday, but he figured she was here to check in on Jake. Jake was one of the people who lived here at the shelter. At least temporarily. When he came here he had been on drugs, drinking a lot, and had been a mess. Both Laney and Jacob had helped him to get sober and cleaned up. At thirty-eight, Jake looked his age, perhaps a bit older. Life had not been kind to him. But, since living in the shelter he looked much better. That morning he'd had an interview at an office building to be a janitor or a maintenance man and that was probably why Laney had stopped by this evening. To see how it had gone. He thought of following her and talking to her, but he was afraid he had become a bit too obvious.
When Laney first volunteered at the shelter she was quiet and very shy. She dressed conservatively, and barely spoke unless necessary, but was and is very good with the people that have to come to the shelter. But, just a few weeks previous she had gone on vacation. When she came back from that trip, she seemed to have changed some. She suddenly started wearing skirts, which showed off her incredible legs. He blouses were soft cotton and though she has small breasts, her nipples poked through her bra underneath. Since her return, Jacob constantly thought about her. He could not help himself. In truth, she worried him just a little bit around some of the guys that came and went into the shelter.
Jake:
Laney knocked on the door to the room that Jake currently occupied. This was one of only three of the rooms in the shelter that had a lock. It was intended for couples on the rare occasions couples or families stayed in the shelter, but since they had none currently Jake occupied the room. He was supposed to have a roommate, but Arthur had not been around for a few days. They both understood that if a family came in they would have to move to one of the common rooms, but for now they could stay.
Laney heard him move across the room in answer to his knock. She heard him unlock the bolt and then he opened the door for her. "Oh..., Miss Laney. Good to see ya. Somethin' I can help you wif?"
"May I come in, Jake?" She looked at him as he opened the door. Jake was not a bad-looking man. Tall, taller than six feet she would guess. Chocolate brown skin that now he was cleaned up reminded her of some of the boys she knew in High School. She had never dated or even been with a black man, but she had thought about it.
"Oh..., acourse'. Sorry bout that, come on into my abode." She smiled as he waved his hand directing her into the small space. All that was in the room were two single beds, two very small chests for their things, and a couple of leather bags Jake had picked up somewhere to store others of his things.
"I came to see how your interview had gone. You did go to it, right?"
"Oh, yep, acourse' Miss Laney. I thinks I got the job as the janitor for now. He says he might try me on as a fixer once he is sure I am gonna work out. I sure hopes so." He looked down at his hands and then something that sort of surprised Laney. "Cans' I ax you why you dress so sexy now, Miss Laney?"
Laney smiled and looked at Jake, turning her head to the side slightly, not looking him in the eyes. "Well, I guess I am trying not to be shy anymore. Also, as my husband says,
If you go it, flaunt it
." She then turned her face back to his and looked him directly in the eyes. "Why do you ask Jake?"
"Oh..., I'm jess thinkin'. You should maybe move over to that small bed of mine and take off them pretty clothes you's wearin'." Jake had a big grin on his face, but she thought that he had meant what he had said. But she hesitated, not sure how to respond, or what to do. "I ain't kiddin' Miss Laney. Why don't you take off them clothes? I think I wants to fuck you. I think you wants it too."
She was unsure what to do. How did this man know she wanted to fuck? Ever since her vacation with her family a few weeks previous, all she could think about was being fucked. She also had learned on that trip, that she liked being told what to do. In the sex department. She had never been with a black man and here was her chance. She walked towards the bed, not undressing yet, and said, "Maybe..., on one condition. We have to make this quick. I don't want to get caught. You do have some of those condoms we leave at the desk, right?"
"I sho do. Got some right here in my bag..., and not too quick, I ain't had none in a long time." Jake said this as he walked over to the smaller of the two leather bags. He pulled out a condom, practically dancing back across the room towards her. "Now..., you ain't just teasin' me is you?" Laney could not believe herself. She was going to let a homeless guy fuck her, and her pussy was running like a faucet thinking about it. She reached down and quickly pulled off the flowered cotton blouse she was wearing. Laney stands about five feet four inches tall, a brunette with beautiful green eyes, and a petite nose. She has smallish breasts but tends to wear soft bras underneath cotton shirts that often show off her perky nipples through those shirts. She has incredible legs, a perfect ass, and a smile that always has men staring at her. She knew men often fantasized about her.
Laney then sat on the bed. She knew the linens were clean as they were changed every day by a laundry service that helped out the shelter for free. A tax right off. She quickly removed her flats and then pulled off her skirt. That was when Jake noticed she was not wearing underwear. "Oh..., damn. You needs it bad."
Laney smiled at Jake but did not respond. He quickly undressed and walked over to the bed, "Baby, lay back. I am gonna fuck you good. Is yo pussy ready, baby?" Laney nodded her head yes as she lay back on the very small bed while Jake put on the condom. Jake quickly climbed on top of her. He had a wide grin on his face as he pointed his cock at her very wet pussy. He slowly slid his six-inch cock into her pussy and she moaned. "Oh..., God. Yo pussy is tight. Fuck, this some good pussy."
There was no shower at the shelter, so the men and women here generally went to the local Y for their showers. But, it was across town and not convenient, so sometimes they would go days without showering. This must be the case, for Jake smelled musty. Laney did not mind, in fact, for some reason, his smell turned her on.
God, I am such a slut. I like being fucked by a dirty man. So hot