Asking her to meet with me on a date had been surprisingly easy, I didn't even question my moral integrity when I did. I was nervous about what followed. I didn't know if I could keep up with her, and I didn't know that if I did indeed keep up, I'd be able to live with myself knowing I had cheated on my wife.
For a moment I thought about my kids, whom I love with all my life. I shook my head, thinking that doing this was a complete mistake, that I would destroy them if I took another step in this direction. I was still able to say no, and admit to my sins and go on with life a more loyal man. Promise I'd never do it again and ask for forgiveness.
I looked at her and as quickly as that thought came to my head, it vanished. What my family didn't know, could never ever hurt them. And I started to think that I'd never forgive myself if I didn't get a piece of that chocolate ass. I had always been a vanilla kind of guy, and I was sick of that. Tonight I was crazy for some cocoa.
Cocoa. That was the right word. Her skin looked like it was made of the sweetest chocolate known to man. It was simply perfect, inviting, alluring. I raised my hand and touched her shoulder and that alone produced an instant reaction to my manhood.
I looked down and smiled, I had a tent down there. My cock had never been so hard, so big. 10 inches throbbed, asking to get some of that hot chocolate pussy.
She turned her head a little and smiled at me. "I know what you're thinking about," She said and licked her lips. A second later I felt her naked foot adventurously touching my thigh. For a moment I was worried someone might notice us, but I quickly squashed that thought, we were in a somewhat secluded area of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. And if someone saw, I honestly didn't care. Her foot explored for a moment before it got to the main attraction. She widened her eyes. "Wow." Was the only thing she said, having just now realized how hard and big I was for her.
I just smirked at her. I thought that anything I said could either ruin the mood or sound lame as hell. Smirking was good, it said "I know what you want to suck on this, but you have to wait". Any thoughts about my wife or kids were long gone now. I was going to have this woman for a lover, and nothing in this world could stop me now.
She massaged my cock with her foot. "Stud, you're something else." She said as she went on.
I checked her rack as she served me, big round tits, not huge and deformed, but big enough that they couldn't all fit in my hands if I grabbed them. She wasn't a manufactured sextoy, she was God's gift for men. For man. One man. Me. This girl -no, woman- was mine for the taking.
I drank the last bit of my wine, as slowly as humanly possible as she kept massaging my raging cock. I thought about when I met her.
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My company had sent me to San Diego to go on boring meetings with marketing guys, train some idiotic junior developers that thought way too highly of themselves, and get to know the web designer recently hired to manage the art and looks behind all the company's websites and apps. I had never met her in person, just chatted with her on Google Hangouts. Her Avatar had been some cartoon character she had doodled some time or another that gave me the wrong impression that she was either ugly or fat. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I was getting everything set up in the office corporate had set aside for me. It wasn't like I actually needed it for work, regular employees worked just fine from their cubicles. But I wasn't about to say no to some extra comfort.
That was the moment she knocked on my door. I didn't raise my head when I said, "come in, just getting everything set up in here."
"Hey there hon, I'm here for our meeting" She said, taking a tentative step inside.
I looked at her, and couldn't believe my eyes. She was a black woman, thin and in incredibly good shape, with enormous boobs and a face that I'm sure was completely symmetrical and pillowy lips, really kissable. Damn she was gorgeous.
I was at a loss of words. I opened and closed my mouth a few times until I could muster her name, "Nicole?" I tried to sound as professional as I could.
"That would be me!" She said, in a happy-go-lucky manner. She moved to the seat in front of my desk and smiled my way. I almost melted.
We hit it off really fast. She was way smarter than I had previously given her credit for. Or maybe it was just that she was smart before, but now she was smart and sexy as hell.
When the meeting was done, she stood up and turned to leave. I used the opportunity to actually check her out, but she saw me, and gave me an inviting sensual smile on her face. She shook her head, still smiling.
I took that chance to see if she was available. To test the waters, if you will. "What? Can't a guy appreciate perfection in the shape of a woman?" I asked, easygoing smile on my face.
"Perfection?" She asked in a vain attempt at sounding like she didn't believe it. A woman like her couldn't possibly not know the effect she had on men. "You don't look so bad yourself, hon." She said, touching my arm, feeling my muscles. Not that I have all that much muscle mass or anything. I consider myself fit, but I don't think anyone would describe me as muscular. Her touch was electrifying.
"You like what you see?" I asked, trying to sound more like a conqueror than a scared man who bit more than he could chew.
"I want what I see," she simply said and massaged my arm. I took the next step and grabbed her with my other hand, bringing her close to me. Our chests were touching.
Her boobs squished under the pressure. They were real. Or at least, if they were a product of plastic surgery, the surgeon was a genius. I was sure these were her own. If before this anyone had asked me to guess, I would have said she had some sort of surgery, but they felt too real, not plastic at all. She really was a natural.
She giggled and looked at me in the eyes for a few seconds before she gave me a light peck on my lips. She closed her eyes and gave out a laugh. "Wow," she said, and I understood what she meant. That simple kiss was something else. A sign of more to come.
I kissed her this time. Mine was a little more aggressive than hers.
She bit her lip, "Damn, hon, you're making me wet." That made me go over the edge, I kissed her again, but this time it was a French kiss. My tongue was inside her mouth, hers inside mine. We explored each other's mouths for a while.
She looked back at the desk corporate had set for me and smiled as I picked her up and put her there, "I think you also like what you see."
"I also want what I see," I corrected her and kept kissing her, positioning myself between her legs. Yeah, at that moment there was no conscience reminding me I had a wife and kids. I wasn't exactly thinking with my brain there.