"I will answer the same question I asked you. I, too, like honesty and admire intelligence. Physically I like tall, muscular, dark-skinned black men like yourself. A big dick doesn't hurt either. Sexually, I like creativity and peak physical performance. In my opinion, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." She moved her chair over until it was literally touching mine. She looked into my eyes and slid her hand into my lap, and then between my legs. She gently squeezed my erection and smiled. "Sam, I wanna fuck you. Not make love. Fuck. Like animals." She gently stroked me through my pants under the table. "Do you think you can handle me?"
"I certainly would like to give it my best shot." I returned the favor by sliding my hand underneath her sundress and rubbed her thigh until I reached her sex. I used my middle finger to brush her clit and feel the moisture that soaked the front of her thin panties. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as I circled her clit rhythmically.
"Where do you live in High Point?"
"South Main, near Archdale."
"We are closer to my place from here."
"And you live on...?"
"West Market Street, not far from College Road."
"I'll call the cab while you pay for dinner." She smiled and walked outside to use the phone. She intentionally rubbed her round behind against my arm as she left the table. I knew I was in love. The cab arrived five minutes later. I tortured myself and kept my hands off Fantasee. But Fantasee happily touched and teased me. She laid her head on my lap and rubbed her cheek against the throbbing bulge.
"Mmmmmm, I feel your heat." My response was a lustful stare. "It seems you have what I need," and lightly ran her teeth against my cock.
"Be careful. That's a delicate instrument."
"And I will be extremely gentle....for now." We arrived at my place. I was glad I had cleaned up the night before.
"After you," I said politely. She thanked me and her hips swung back and forth as she walked in. Fantasee looked around the living room and admired the prints by Jean-Michel Basquiat, Romare Bearden and Ernie Barnes.
"Very nice. Are you a fan of Andy Warhol as well?"
"Not so much. But your breadth of knowledge impresses me."
"I haven't begun to impress you yet." Her eyes blazed with desire. She slipped her arms around my waist, squeezed my behind and firmly pressed her body to mine. "It's time, Mr. Shuffield. Your dream is about to come...true." She and I both smiled at her double entendre. She gently placed her full lips against mine and it was absolute heaven! I savored the feeling and wanted to kiss her for eternity. I caressed her silky skin as she continued to grind against me.
"Sit down. I want to strip for you." She pushed me to sofa. She took off her headband and playfully whipped her head back and forth. While staring directly into my eyes, she lifted the bottom of her sundress and turned around to show off her toned legs and perfect ass. She looked like the inspiration for the term "apple bottom." The yellow thong made her ass look even sexier. She sensually removed the dress and threw it to the floor. With her pumps still on, she turned and faced me as her arms covered her ample breasts. She glided directly in front of me and dramatically stretched her arms out to the side. Her mounds stood gloriously, topped with erect brown nipples. Fantasee looked like a freaky Egyptian Goddess.
I grabbed Fantasee. Her sex was in perfect alignment with my mouth. I gazed at her with salacious intentions. I rubbed her legs from ankle to hip and lightly massaged her butt and thighs. But I was too excited to be methodical. I pulled her thong to the side and plunged my tongue into her vagina. I worked my way up to her clitoris and made my tongue work in circles, then fast, light strokes. She pushed my head deeper between her legs and put her left leg over my shoulder to allow better access to her love. Spontaneously, Fantasee put her right leg over my other shoulder so that her ass was in the air as I continued to lick her. I grabbed her, supported her back and turned us around so that she was on the couch now. My cunnilingus session was not interrupted once during the transition.
I worked two fingers into her vagina and moved them slowly in and out. I pushed deeper and massaged her G-spot while I continued to lick and suck her clitoris like it was a lollipop. Her juices flowed down my arm and the contractions in her vagina grew more intense on my fingers. I moved in and out faster and forced my tongue to work as fast as it could. I sucked her clit like a Hoover as I used the tip of my tongue and teased the head. That took Fantasee over the edge.
"AAAHHH!!" she loudly moaned. Her legs shook and her hips shot up off the couch. I kissed up her stomach and took her chocolate drops into my mouth. I caressed her breasts and hungrily licked the nipples. Fantasee grabbed my face and kissed me hard. PARADISE! She hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt and placed butterfly kisses on my chest. She rubbed and squeezed my nipples with her soft hands. She moved down my stomach, unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and boxers in one smooth motion.
"You're gonna like this. And by the way, payback is a bitch." Fantasee's eyes lit up with mischief as she gave her beautiful smile. She wrapped her soft lips around my engorged penis. Her tongue swirled around the head while she steadily worked her hands and mouth on my shaft. I felt the pressure of a huge explosion. She must have too because she stopped and allowed me to calm down. "Let's see how you feel on the inside." My dream pushed me on to the couch (again!) and took off her thong. She athletically straddled me with both feet on the couch. She lowered herself down on my pole. GOD! She felt incredible. She worked her hips up and down and leaned down to kiss me passionately. I met her gyrations with my own thrusts and the intensity or our connection increased exponentially. I stood up with Fantasy still on top of me and pressed her back against the nearest wall. We moved together hard, her buttocks bouncing off the wall with each stroke.
"I'm gonna come! Give it to me baby!" she panted. Her arousal turned me on even more. I worked my hips like pistons and felt the increasing tightness of her vagina on my manhood. She exploded once again, creaming all over my cock. I pulled out and Fantasee reached down and stroked me to orgasm. We stood still as she still was holding on to me like a koala holds onto a parent. She laid her head on my shoulder. I carried her to bed.
"I think I could love you, Ms. Crimson."
"One step at a time, Sam. Let's just rest and enjoy each other." We spooned and fell asleep.
When I woke, I found myself alone. Fantasee left a note, and my broken heart.
"Sam, you are a wonderful man and exceptional lover. I will miss you and always remember our night together. You are very special to me. But I need a fresh start. I am headed to NY."
WTF?!! Fantasee, my dream woman, the "one" is leaving? Why didn't she tell me sooner? Did she think I would run away if I knew? Why did I fall for her so hard, so fast? Nonetheless, I found and made love to my Fantasee. She will always be with me, in my heart.
