Even though I was nervous I entered the adult book store with one goal in mind. A task set by my Master. I had no idea if I would be able to pull it off or not but if so, it would prove to be extremely interesting.
I can hardly believe he wanted me to do this.
I browsed shelf after shelf always keeping an eye out for my intended target. In the past I'd flirted with men before but never quite to this extent. I feigned interest in the movies as I moved along.
My long skirt flowing about my ankles with nothing on underneath. That alone heightened the experience. I wore a simple peasant blouse again with nothing on underneath. I hated the trappings of a bra and panties and went without them every chance I got.
Several couples browsed the shelves of books, movies, and toys but still nothing caught my eye. I couldn't believe how many men actually visited one of these establishments. What intrigued me were the movie stalls, which lined one wall. There were a total of six doors with a bench seat, a TV movie screen, trash can and a box of tissues in each one.
Already I had been there three hours and there wasn't a prospect in sight. I was starting to lose hope. The men that came and went didn't appeal to me sexually or otherwise and the majority of them were white. I had no desire to screw a white man. If I wanted that I could always have Master. No, tonight's special playmate was to be a fine dark chocolate appetizer.
In all of my years of having sex never once had I crossed the border and delved into a night of hot meaningless sex with a black man. I had always heard stories from other girlfriends stating that there was nothing like screwing a black man. They also reported that a black man was more endowed than any other race of males, which I highly doubted but none the less I wanted to finally experience this taboo for myself.
The fantasies were no longer enough. All they accomplished to do was to make me want more. There were very few black men in the town where Master and I lived. There were still some parts of the deep South that had little tolerance for any other race but white like themselves.
I let go of a deep sigh. My interest waning. Close by another female examined the assortment of vibrators. It had also been quite some time since I had played with another woman. It seemed as if all of my urges were catching up with me in one night. I watched the way her weight shifted from one foot to the other. Her breast was large and barely contained by the tank top she wore. I found myself inching closer to her just to smell her perfume and get another look at those beautiful breasts.
She must have caught me staring for she turned at just that moment and crooked her finger at me motioning me to come closer. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Do you like what you see honey?"
"Yes."
"Good here is my number call me," she whispered leaning in close towards me. She cradled my cheek in her soft palm and kissed me so tenderly that it left me breathless and wanting more of the same.
"Mmm..."
"Call me."
Before I had a chance to say anything else she was gone. I needed some fresh air. I turned around and there he was strolling into the place.
He stood at least six feet tall, broad shouldered, mustache. He was casually dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt with black cowboy boots. Jeans so tight that it left nothing to a woman's imagination. For a brief moment our eyes met. I slowly let my tongue slide across my full bottom lip before smiling at him. He returned the smile.
I continued to watch to see if a woman would join him but none did. I went back to browsing the aisle making sure to stay within his eyesight.
I stopped before several movies showing interracial couples getting it on. One of the doors across the way opened as another customer left the booth leaving the door wide open as the porn show continued. There was no takers for the empty stall.
My heart started to beat a bit faster as he came closer pretending to be interested in the same tapes.
"Do you see anything that interest you or maybe that you could recommend?"
The deep timber of his voice making me grow weak in the knees. I reached out grabbing the stand for support leaning slightly forward making sure to give him a gracious view of my breast. My nipples already at peak attention making the rings quite visible to anyone interested enough.
"Yes actually, quite a bit," I spoke looking him over from head to toe as my tongue once more darted across my lips. Even my toes curled at the sight of this man.
He smiled moving closer to me. So close that I could feel his body heat as well as my own. He smelled of Old English cologne. I inhaled the scent of him enjoying the way it played with my senses.
"Well, have you ever had the pleasure of making love with a black man before?"
Straight to the point isn't he? I like that.
