Passion in James County XIII
Nancy's Quest
By D.C. Roi
Chapter two
Nancy was very distracted during the convention sessions she attended the next day. She felt guilty about what she had allowed to happen with Mike the night before, but she couldn't keep memories of how wonderful what she'd done with him had been out of her mind, either. How long had it been since she'd been that turned on with her husband? She couldn't recall.
She loved her husband, but she couldn't help wondering if there might be something wrong with their relationship or, perhaps, there was something seriously wrong with her.
When they got up that morning, she and Mike made love, then he went off to his room to take a shower and get changed. He told her he probably wouldn't see her until late in the day because his boss wanted him to visit some clients who lived in the city where the convention was being held.
A handsome young black man approached her booth about midway through the morning. He told her his name was Paul Walker and said he was interested in the products her firm sold. "My company's just getting started," he explained, "but we've tried your product in our production line, and it seems to work well."
"Would you like more information?" Nancy asked. "Perhaps I could explain why, even though our product seems to be a bit more expensive, it really isn't if you consider the total package."
The man smiled, exposing a mouth filled with even white teeth, and nodded. "I'd be very interested in that," he said.
Nancy explained the range of products and services her company offered and, as she did, she realized she was powerfully attracted to him. More and more she thought about seducing him and less and less about selling her product to him. "What is wrong with me?" she mused. "Why am I suddenly having these kinds of thoughts? What is making me act like this?"
Even though she was disturbed by her thoughts, she couldn't keep herself from wondering what the handsome black man would be like in bed. She began to try to figure out how to get him there.
"Why don't I buy you lunch, Paul?" she said. "On the way, we can stop by my room. I have more material on this there. I'll be happy to give you copies."
Paul smiled. "I never, ever turn down an invitation to have lunch with an attractive woman," he said. "Especially when she's buying."
When they walked out of the exhibition hall, Nancy realized she was growing aroused at the prospect of being alone in her room with the handsome young man. She continued to speculate on what he'd be like in bed as they walked to the elevator to go up to her room, supposedly to get the papers she said she'd give him. "I can't believe I'm thinking like this!" she thought. "What's happening to me? Why am I acting like this?"
They arrived at her room and she unlocked the door and, after Paul walked inside, she followed him. While she went to get the papers she said she'd give the young man she kept watching him. The lascivious thought that had started flooding her mind while she was talking with him on the convention floor kept running through her mind, arousing her more and more. She'd never slept with a black man. She was sure she had an opportunity to find out what that would be like. Was she so wanton she would actually do it?
Paul watched the woman search through her briefcase. He was very aware that she had been giving him hot looks the whole time they were talking downstairs, and knew what she really wanted when she asked him to come up to her room. That didn't upset him. He found her very attractive. She was wearing a ribbed cotton knit sweater, with a soft white T-shirt under it, and a pair of brown stretch-knit leggings. The outfit showed off her lithe figure quite well.
"If you want, I can explain some of the things so you can explain it to your boss," Nancy said. "That might help him understand what I've explained to you."
"Ah..., OK," Paul murmured, smiling nervously. "I...I really appreciate getting you taking the time to do this. I mean, you didn't have to..." Even though he was sure the woman wanted to get it on with him, he was still a bit wary. After all, other guys he knew had gotten in big trouble messing around with white women. Maybe times were changing, but not that much.
"Paul, you look very tense. Are you always this tense?" Nancy asked, thrilled by the way the young man was reacting. "Do I make you nervous?" She was sure he could sense the sexual tension between them. She certainly did, and was enjoying it tremendously. It had been a long time since she'd had this kind of effect on anyone.
"Ah...no...ah...I...I'm not that, ah, tense," Paul protested.
Nancy smiled and let her eyes roam over him. He really was gorgeous! And his reticence made him even more attractive. "Relax, Paul, I don't bite," she said. "Sit down, I'll explain this information to you." "What am I doing?" she thought. "I shouldn't be acting like this. Not again. If I keep this up, I'm going to destroy my marriage and family!" She brushed aside the warnings.
They sat down at the table and Nancy began to give Paul a detailed explanation of the products and services her firm offered. After a while, she got up and walked around to Paul's side of the table to point out something on an information sheet she'd given him. When she leaned over him she purposely let her body brush against his. She was thrilled when she heard his breathing grow strained.
She looked down and realized that he was gazing into the neck of her blouse, which had fallen away from her body when she bent over. Thrills coursed through her. She didn't know what was happening to her! She couldn't believe how forward she was acting! The bizarre thing was, she didn't care! She wanted this to happen, this and much more! "Paul!" she said softly, "Are you doing what I think you are?"
The young man looked up at her, his face filled with trepidation. "Uh...I...I..." he stammered. He swallowed hard.
"Paul, you naughty boy! You were looking down my blouse, weren't you?" Nancy said.
Paul took a deep breath, averted her eyes, and nodded.
"Did you like what you saw, Paul?" Nancy asked. She could feel her nipples hardening and wetness seeping from her vagina. This was so wild! He hadn't even touched her and she was already aroused!
Paul nodded and looked at her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and began to trickle down his face. He had never before encountered a woman who was this direct about wanting sex and it disconcerted him. But, since she seemed to want what he did, he figured he might just as well let her do whatever it was she planned to do.
Nancy kept pressing against his arm and felt him trembling. "My goodness, Paul, you're sweating," she murmured, as thrills continued to deluge her. "Is it too warm in here for you?" She was electrified by his reaction. This was going even better than she'd hoped it would!
"Uh...yeah...it...it is a bit warm, I guess," Paul croaked.
"Why don't you take your jacket off?" Nancy suggested. "Maybe that will make you more comfortable."
Paul stood up, slipped his jacket off, folded it carefully and laid it over the back of his chair. He stood there, gazing at the pretty woman, his heart pounding. This was a trip, a real trip!
"I don't know, Paul, you still look warm," Nancy said as excitement continued booming through her. She could have him! And she would! "I think I know what might help," she said. She undid his tie and pulled it off, then she began to unbutton his shirt.
"Ah...what...what are...what are you doing?" Paul stammered. "We..." He shut his mouth and stood there, panting, while the woman continued opening his shirt.
Nancy peeled the young man's shirt off, baring the upper half of his body. "There, Paul, isn't that better?" she murmured. She looked at him. He was slim but well-muscled. She slid her hands over his bare chest, teasing his nipples with her fingernails. She loved the fact that her caresses caused him to gasp and made him tremble. "You have a fabulous body, Paul," she whispered. "Do you work out?"
"Ah...yeah...I...I do go to the health club sometimes," Paul stammered.
Nancy continued to flick her fingernails over his nipples, which grew hard as rocks. She could heard his breathing grow harsh. This was even more thrilling than what she'd done with Mike! "I bet I'm not the first woman who has told you that, am I?" she whispered.
Paul shook his head. "I...I...no," he replied softly. "You...you aren't."
"Paul, do you have a girlfriend?" Nancy murmured. She watched her pale hand slide over him. It was a stark contrast to his smooth, ebony skin. The sight vastly intensified her exhilaration.
"I...no...I...I'm married!" Paul gasped.
"I didn't know!" Nancy murmured. She didn't care, either! His wife wasn't here and she was! Her hands continued moving lightly over his swarthy skin, which shone with a coating of perspiration. "Is your marriage happy, Paul?"
Paul nodded.
The sheen of sweat on his dark skin made him even more tantalizing to Nancy, who could barely wait to find out what it would be like making it love with him. "Have you ever cheated on your wife, Paul?" Nancy asked. As far as she was concerned, he was going violate his marriage vows very soon!
Paul shook his head. Actually, that was a lie, but he had a feeling it would go better for him if she thought he had been faithful to his wife.
"Would...would you like to make love with me, Paul?" she asked.
He nodded. "I...uh...yeah...I..." he croaked. It was all he'd been thinking about since he realized she was coming on to him down on the convention floor.
"If that's the case, it would be much better if we were both naked, wouldn't it?" Nancy said. She slid her hands to the waist of his slacks, opened them, then she pushed them down to his ankles. The only clothes remaining on him were his jockey shorts, which formed a white band around the center of his dark, lean body.
Nancy saw the bulge in those shorts, licked her lips and gazed at his swollen crotch. "My goodness, Paul!" she exclaimed. She touched the bulge and he jolted as if she'd given him an electric shock. A tremor went through her, too. This was even more wonderful than she expected it to be!
