DELPHINE LOSES HER WAY
"You shouldn't be here, Benji," she said on opening the door, flustered to see him on her doorstep. "How did you find me?"
"I have my ways, Delphine."
"You followed me home, you mean!"
"Once, yes, but not tonight."
Benji knew her well enough to know that Delphine did not mean it and to be angry with him. Despite how he had entered the country, leaving behind his family in Senegal, he was clever enough to have found work through the charity for migrants that Delphine played such an important role in managing and raising money to carry on its work.
The woman was older but still a looker, with her straw-blonde hair going white and cropped in a modern, shoulder-length style. Her slender, full-breasted, figure could just as easily belong to a woman much younger. She was often to be seen walking gracefully around the office wearing billowy slacks and a flouncy blouse, both lending her a stylish grace. He had found himself getting hooked on her, more and more, and he thought of himself as a fairly good-looking guy with a pleasing personality, good at chatting up women and often getting his way with them. He spoke French well enough and that had begun to set him apart and get work, whether above board or not. It gave him money to dress well, or better than others he met at the charity place and centre for processing migrants.
What he felt about Delphine was different. Sure, she was attractive, but she also had some influence and he was beginning to hate the waste of energy that he had to draw upon to earn the right to stay in the country, and Lyon in particular. The woman before him would be of help and there would be pleasure along the way if he seduced it from her. Delphine would be in his grip, in more ways than he felt good about, but there was no question of him returning to where he came from.
He had begun to believe that meeting her at the charity shop and office had been the greatest stroke of good luck. She was older, but Delphine was prime pussy and she had a figure to lust over. Meeting her, quite by chance some months ago, had made him feel that he was one lucky guy.
Delphine took the paper shopping bag that he had been seen clutching, her look and soft smile as she gazed back at him suggesting that her icy mood was melting. "What have you brought?"
She saw how he grinned at her, his teeth a blaze of perfect white compared to the ebony of his skin. "I brought some supper, a specialty where I come from. You may not have tasted it before...it is not too spicy.
She did like the look of him, the swirly cut of Benji's wispy black hair, the glow on his skin that contrasted so engagingly with his light blue sweater with what she took to be a 'Stars and Stripes' flag woven into it in contrasting blue and white thread, and worn with white slacks, all of it accompanied by a pair of white non-branded pumps on his large feet. She noticed it all as if for the first time and became engaged with the young man before her.
How was she to turn him away when he had brought her super of quite a different kind, and offered company on what would otherwise have been a quiet and lonely evening? Male attention was something that she missed and Benji's would be different in so many ways. She found herself suppressing an aberrant sense of longing for the man before her, younger as he was and with them having little in common except....except the gaze of their eyes on each other as they shared the moments that his presence had suddenly brought upon them. She sensed that she could so easily lose her way after stepping off a known life's path.
"The food is still warm!" he called after her with a soft laugh as Delphine strode away and into what he took to be the kitchen.
"I know it is!" she answered lightly, her mind in turmoil as she realised that, with every moment that passed, she was accepting his intrusion upon her.
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"I...I don't think you should do that," she murmured, dismayed at how close Benji stood to her as she cleaned off the plates, her back turned to him but Benji pressing against her.
"I want to show you how special you are to me...that I appreciate what you have done to help me stay here, in Lyon, Delphine. Having supper with you has been a great change from the hostel I have to stay in with people I don't want to be with."
She had heard of the trouble some hostels had with their intakes of strangers. She shivered out of doubt on what she was embarking upon, and out of longing, as Benji made a pass at her. He had put a hand on her waist then wrapped his arm around her to be closer still, to have her feel how she had gotten to him, wearing a halter-necked blouse that shaped her. She was dressed for home, not work, and the thought of what lay underneath that clingy fabric must have gotten to him.
Delphine knew it to be so, the press of his erection to be felt against her bum and she failed to quell a sense of arousal and sexual ache that were becoming intense and felt in her pussy and belly. She lowered her hand and groped for him, had the flat of her hand slowly cup the swell in his slacks.
"I need to feel you doing that for me," he murmured against her throat, in deep appreciation, as her hand groped his throbbing cock. She didn't seem intent on letting go or coming to her senses. Instead, she continued to squeeze on him rhythmically and in tantalizing clamps of her slender-fingered hand.
"Just as I need to feel you doing that for me," she gasped as one of her hands was pushed under the waistband of his trousers and she gripped what she now felt to be a fearsomely long and thick length of flesh. "Not here...in my bedroom!"
She stumbled away, kicking off her flats as she went, and was detained by the fearsome hold of his arms and then hands as she was pulled back against him. She lifted her head as he pressed his lips to her throat and his hands cupped her breasts. His fingers stroked over her straining nipples then tugged upon them as they hardened, his touches slow and seducing. Her gasp of pleasure as Benji squeezed on them was silenced by a deepening kiss, the swirl and probe of his tongue, that she tore her mouth away from.
Yes, she'd fuck with him but there would be limits to other shared intimacies. Her hand drifted down once more and squeezed on his cock. Jeez, he was so long and hard and Benji reacted to her caresses, seeking to kiss her once more and she relented, did not draw away as her true feelings about all that was happening were suppressed.
Through their kisses, they groped for each other and Benji's caresses, now that the fastening of her slacks had been loosened, coaxed her to move her legs apart and so give him free access to her pussy, to tug on the coarse hair to be found there and that she no longer bothered to shave off. Until now, who was to go there?
"You wonderful woman, you feel so good and I am grateful to you for letting me find you."
Benji's fingers slicked over her mound and caressed, one crooked finger teasing over her slit as the other found its way through the crossover of her camisole top and caressed her full but soft breasts. He stroked and tugged at her nipples, so hard under the fabric of her thin bra, before one was rolled between his fingers.
"Let me turn round!" she cried out, soon fumbling for his belt buckle. "I want to see and touch what you'll bring to me!"
"More than you are used to," he answered and grinned. On the touch of her fingers to his belly, he pulled open the waistband of his briefs and she was able to grab hold of his pulsing cock. She uttered a soft gasp of dismay on seeing and feeling it in her hand. "I told you so."
She shivered on seeing it, caressing and holding that length of dark flesh, darker than the skin of his body but the domed tip a glistening pink. She purred in expectation of how it would feel to have that taken inside her body, the mental associations that she already knew would overwhelm her; she was to be an older white woman with her dark-skinned and generously endowed lover.
Delphine hesitated before she decided to kneel before him. She heard Benji tug away his shirt and she gaped at his lean torso, at the ridges of his stomach muscles but she was given no time to do more. He shoved away his briefs and then stepped out of his slacks before standing over her, naked and expectant of what she would now do for him.
She stroked that monstrous length of flesh and he held it before she felt it tap against her face, then lips. She lowered them over it as a preamble to her acceptance of what had to follow between them. Benji squirmed on feeling her warm breaths and flickering tongue claim it, her fingers working over the skin at the base of its domed tip and her tongue licking over the swollen head, flickering and probing in a dance that mesmerised him.
"You do it well," he called out before his hands were in her hair and he pushed his hips forward, driving that shaft deep into her throat. She shook her head violently in an attempt to escape what he wanted her to do, but every move that she made only pleased him more. "I let you go now, woman."
She coughed and stood up. She met his hungering look and could not swat away his hands as he reached out and undressed her, tore away her camisole bouse, and, with one arm around her waist, drew her to him and sank his hungering mouth onto her lips. Her beating hands on his naked back became caresses, then an embrace, as their kisses deepened and she felt him unclip her bra before pushing his hands under the waistband of her slacks.
She stood naked before him, a slender body dominated by the fulsome tumble of her large breasts, their nipples large and proud. They were too wonderful for him to ignore but she pushed Benji away.
Just like she had done, moments ago, he sank to his knees and trailed kisses down her wonderful body, gripping her buttocks and kneading the hollows at her hips as his tongue flickered down over her thighs then back over her thighs before he slicked her slit and he nuzzled it with his nose. His tongue kept slicking her pussy's lips and flickering over it, like a cat's tongue lapping at a drink. Her bra fell to the floor at her feet. Like him, she was naked. Unlike any other time with a man, she was to be possessed by a dark-skinned and monstrously endowed man; sex was the only bond that they would have.
The fierce grip of her fingers on his shoulders coaxed him to stand up and she was crushed in his embrace, his hard penis trapped between them and she felt him begin a slow dance, using it to caress her belly, the thought of what was soon to happen and the sensations these movements of his aroused making her gush. She felt so ready, her nerves now ragged from expectation and how easy it had been for her to be seduced into going with him.
"Put it in me now, Benji, you wild man!" she demanded and pulled on his hips, coaxing him to step closer to her bed.
