Jeanne was in a funk. Joe had broken a long planned commitment for dinner to go out of town on business. A call to Arley further darkened her mood as he was also already booked.
Fuck it,
she thought, and decided to go to the gym take out her foul humor on a stair master and free weights. She put on her tightest spandex shorts and a halter-top. Examining herself in the mirror before departing she saw the "camel toe" at her crotch.
Fuck it,
she thought for the second straight time. Maybe it would encourage some decent looking guy to hit on her. That sometimes improved her outlook. What she found at the gym wasn't some decent looking guy; it was Kendall Ashe.
"Let's go to Pittsburgh!" Kendall exclaimed when he saw Jeanne. "I owe you one after the other day. I know a new place with great lobster."
Jeanne was flattered and pleased that he was taking responsibility for her getting lost. She went home to change while Kendall showered. She gave him directions to her house on his cell phone as he navigated to pick her up. Driving into Pennsylvania, Jeanne had the strongest urge to lay her head in Kendall's lap but resisted with only minor flood damage to her panties.
Kendall drove much too fast exciting her as much as it frightened her. On the drive into town, he called the Marriott and Jeanne heard him make arrangements for the room in which a black man would fuck her for the very first time.
Before dinner, they stopped at The Pink Pirate where Kendall had once invited Joe and her. It was much classier than she'd expected. Jeanne was sure she recognized a cute, young reporter who worked for a local TV station chatting with a player and there were, indeed, several upscale couples in her own age range present.
Sitting in a secluded corner, a waiter served Asti Spumanti and left a box on the table.
"Go ahead, open it," Kendall told her.
Jeanne gasped when she saw the bracelet. "Shit, Kendall, those better not be real," she cautioned, indicating the sparkling stones.
"Sometimes, one of our guests is very special," Kendall told her as she draped the diamond encrusted chain over her wrist.
"I hear pink stones like this are especially rare," he continued.
Looking closer, Jeanne saw that between each link was a tiny engraved letter. She tried to follow them around to read the message.
"It's the just name of the club, nothing romantic," Kendall advised. By the following morning, Jeanne would whole-heartedly disagree.
She tried to clasp it on her wrist, but it seemed far too large.
"Let me," offered Kendall, taking the bracelet from her fingers. "It's not worn on the wrist. Put your foot up on my chair."
Kendall spread his legs so Jeanne's foot would have a place to rest. A burst of passion ripped through her body as she was forced to look at his crotch in order to guide her foot. She was glad she hadn't worn stockings as his tender touch against her bare ankle, a spot so far from the major centers of arousal one might expect little or no reaction, produced flashes of heat everywhere in her body. Jeanne felt her orgasms (yes plural) still hours away, begin to simmer.
The dress she wore was the sexiest one she owned. Designed by Dominic, it had no back and the hemline was a scant inch and a half below where her labia kissed her panties. There was also a slit that went all the way to the top of her left hip requiring special thong panties. Dominic made those as well.
Jeanne hated wearing thongs but this dress demanded them so she permitted her tailor intimate access to her, front and back. She thrilled as his finger slipped across her pussy lips as he placed the thin cloth precisely. His silky digits pried apart her hot butt cleft to position the thong's rear string vertically and centered across her sphincteral circle. He even trimmed her soft pussy fur.
Her tailor coached her how to walk, stand, sit, and rise when wearing the dress. The entire package, the dress and matching panties, the posture and locomotion lessons cost Jeanne four blowjobs and she would have gladly paid double.
Jeanne was aware that those special panties were now on display for anyone who happened to look her way but she made no move to put her foot back on the floor after Kendall fastened the clasp on the anklet.
Later, at the best seafood restaurant in town, the Maitre'd quickly prepared a table with a view of the confluence of the Monongahela and the Allegheny despite a line waiting to be seated. They dined on lobster just as Kendall promised, but Jeanne couldn't taste a mouthful of her favorite meal as her mind raced up and down a list of things she wanted to do later.
Strolling in the park after dinner, Kendall held her hand, and then caressed the skin exposed by the backless dress. Dropping his hand lower, he cupped her derrière as other couples, strolling or sitting on benches, observed. Moving his large black hand beneath her skirt, he stroked the flesh a thong ignores.
He pushed her skirt hem up until the top of her "underwear" was exposed, framing the creamy cheeks below. He behaved as if she were his trophy to display as he pleased. Jeanne leaned her head into his shoulder, moaning and shuddering, knowing he could, and would, do whatever he wanted with her.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the pulsing of her blood as it entered her nipples, her labia, and her clitoris and refused to leave. Her mouth was on fire as she licked her lips sluttily. She knew she needed to suck something soon and, as if by magic, they were suddenly in a huge suite in the hotel.
Jeanne was seated on the couch with her legs tucked under her reading one of the in room magazines while Kendall busied himself in the bathroom. He was rubbing a white towel over his bald head and wearing a terry cloth robe when he emerged. The contrast between the white of the gown and the black of his skin struck Jeanne in the pit of her stomach like a heavyweight landing a body blow.
"Do you need to freshen up too?" he asked.
"Mmmm Hmmm," Jeanne murmured contentedly more like her climax had passed than that it was still building in her blazingly hot interior.
"You may need this," he said undoing the sash on the robe. "For some reason, they only placed one in this room."
"Indeed I may," Jeanne said, standing behind him. Reaching over his shoulders, she hooked her hands into the lapels and began pulling the soft, white cloth outward. She watched as the whiteness retreated and dark chocolate replaced it. As she saw the sculpted onyx of Kendall's shoulders and upper back, she felt more like she was unveiling marble statuary than flesh and blood.
Jeanne peeled the robe slowly off the black man's body. She moved close to his back, breathing deeply and kissing softly. Her lips began to flutter as a strong electric current passed between the pair touching Kendall's back and the pair leaking into her panties.
The robe had reached his waist and Jeanne was as nervous as she could ever remember. Would he be naked beneath? The deep brown cheeks of Kendall's incredible ass rose up from behind the lowering curtain. They were even more magnificent in person than they were in his tight-fitting Pirates uniform.
Jeanne sank to her knees as she literally disrobed Kendall. She pressed her creamy white cheek against his silky dark one. The sensations in her mouth compelled her into greater and greater misdeeds. She kissed and then began licking the firm butt flesh, something she'd never done before. It made her spasm briefly. She felt Kendall begin to turn toward her.
It cascaded outward and down, the largest, most beautifully proportioned and toned genitalia she'd ever seen. Everything about it excited her: its color, its size, its shape, its proportions. It was magnificent and Jeanne began losing control completely.
Briefly she watched her hand fondle it before her mouth joined it on Kendall big cock. She was amazed at how much dick remained to be played with even after her mouth was full. She required long movements of her arm, not her wrist, as she stroked from its base to her lips -- and he was still hardening.
Jeanne's eyes fluttered up into the back of her head. Her mind went blank for a period of time. How long, she didn't know. She knew she'd climaxed but it fired her libido rather than sated it. When she completely regained her senses, Kendall had taken charge of her. She was on her feet and her dress lay crumpled at her feet. He was cupping her pussy with one hand while urging her panties to rejoin her dress with the other.
Naked and hard, Kendall carried Jeanne, her stockings, and shoes to the oversized bed. Laying her down gently, he grazed his lips lightly across hers then slid down her chin and neck. Jeanne's nipples were already filled to bursting and screaming to be touched when Kendall's mouth found them. He pulled them in using the suction of his lips and lapped them at with his powerful, raspy tongue.
Kendall continued his tour of Jeanne's body causing moans and shivers as his powerful hands led his mouth down her abdomen.
"This is sooo sexy," Kendall told Jeanne as he paused to kiss the sparkling crystal in her navel.
