"I like younger black men, stud, and you, my dear Raphael, are the cream of the crop," Marianne Charles said in a coy tone, as she looked at Jacques Etienne, and licked her full, sensuous lips most suggestively. Leaning against her bright red Rav4, the tall, curvy and bodacious, forty-something Haitian-Canadian woman was looking at Jacques the way a hungry person looked at fast food, and he most definitely did not mind at all. Indeed, he'd been checking her out ever since he first visited the Haitian Adventist Church of downtown Ottawa a while ago...
"Good to know," Jacques finally replied, and then he went to Marianne, and pulled her into his arms. The two of them shared a passionate kiss and then began to passionately make love. Jacques's eager hands went to Marianne's breasts, and she pressed her curvaceous body against him, aching for his heat. They were dangerously close to doing it in the church parking lot, but fortunately Marianne had more sense than that...
"Let's go to my place, handsome, I don't live far," Marianne said, and Jacques sighed and nodded. Sitting on the passenger's seat, he watched Marianne intently as the Haitian MILF got behind the wheel, and drove from Avenue Du Roi Edouard, one of the City of Ottawa's busiest streets, and headed toward the east end, to the diverse and eventful Vanier area. Jacques smiled, for his Saturday afternoon was indeed looking up...
"You are one hot lady," Jacques said, and Marianne winked at him, then focused on driving. Clad in a black leather jacket over a white blouse and a knee-length black pleated skirt, Marianne Charles looked curvaceous and hot. Like a lot of the young brothers in the church, Jacques couldn't help but notice her. The Haitian MILF with the big booty and coy smile. Unlike all the others, however, Marianne actually noticed him, and now, he was going back to her place. How frigging cool was that?
Jacques thought of the young women he saw at his school, Algonquin College, and how most of them left him cold. At the age of twenty, Jacques was sure of two things in this life. He loved the Montreal Canadiens hockey team even though he lived in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and he couldn't resist the limitless charms of gorgeous older black women. Especially the big-booty, dark-skinned ones like Marianne Charles...
Marianne glanced at Jacques as she drove, and smiled upon noticing the dreamy expression on his handsome face. At the age of forty two, Marianne was the gold standard of black female divorcees. Her marriage to a Quebecer named Julien Tremblay ended when the old white dude she married ages ago to get her citizenship in Canada caught her in bed with a young brother named Louis Atelier.
Marianne met the tall, dark and handsome Louis Atelier through her son Michel, whom Louis originally met while studying at the University of Ottawa. Julien Tremblay was incensed and kicked out his cheating wife. A scandalous divorce followed, but Marianne eventually came out on top. A sleazy attorney got her half of her ex-husband's multi-million-dollar fortune, plus a nice townhouse on the outskirts of Vanier, Ontario. Life was good...
"Jacques, let's hope you can eat pussy as well as you talk shit with your friends in church," Marianne said, snatching the young Haitian dude out of his reverie. Jacques looked at her and smiled, then nodded vigorously. Marianne smiled as Jacques laid his hand on her thick thigh, and when her eyes met his, he held her gaze. Licking her lips, Marianne nodded almost imperceptibly, then focused on driving.
"Trust me, you won't be disappointed," Jacques replied, and Marianne smiled as he slid his hand between her thighs. Jacques grinned upon realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties. Marianne leaned back in her chair, her eyes on the road, as Jacques began fingering her pussy. A less focused woman would have been distracted but Marianne prided herself on being a good multi-tasker. A skill she picked up while working for the Canada Revenue Agency as an auditor.
"You like playing with fire, Jacques, I like that," Marianne said, as they pulled into Coventry Avenue, where her townhouse stood, at the heart of a working-class neighborhood full of Haitians, Arabs, and French Canadians. The three biggest ethnic groups in the area of Vanier, Ontario. Marianne and Jacques exited the car, and hastily went into the house. They didn't even make it to the lady's bedroom, and indeed had to make do with the carpeted floor...