*The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man.
CHAPTER FOUR - CUMMING STORM
She came into the casino on a Friday night. I watched her as she pushed her husband towards the hotel. She looked back at me and smiled then she winked and nodded her head. Something was different about her entrance this time and I wondered about it. Later that evening I saw her at one of her favorite slot machines so I stopped by to say hi.
"Hi Steve, or should I say "Blqlite?"
I wasn't prepared for it but I knew the cat was well out of the bag and she knew it as well. I'm sure the expression on my face was undeniable.
"Yes you'd be surprised that a woman like me would read stories on the Literotica website but I do. So tell me how you seem to know me so well... "BLACK LIGHT"?
I was floored. "Well to be quite honest, ummm "Linda".
"Ah so I am right!" she said and I knew we were obviously on the same page.
"Well frankly I am surprised but obviously you do read stories on Literotica and you've read my story."
"Yes I did" she nodded. "So tell me how much of it was true for you?"
"Wellllll ummm errr aahhh there is a lot of truth in it as far as I go. Was any of it true for you?" I asked.