My name is Amanda, I'm 32 and married with a 2 year old child. My husband is an accountant and I'm a teacher at a local community college. I've lived a pretty straight, trouble-free lifestyle. I never really partied that much back in college and didn't date that many guys etc... I had a couple of boyfriends in high school but nothing serious. I met my husband Chad, my first year in college. He was a junior, I was a new freshman and I've been with him ever since. We got married right after I graduated college, then I went right into grad school and got my current job after my masters work was finished. I guess there was always a wild side to me underneath but I never let it out. I was pretty content going to school, working, getting married to then have kids and live "happily ever after."
Our marriage started to get pretty shaky about two years after we got married. My husband started working more and going out with his friends. In addition, Chad didn't seem at all attracted to me anymore. The strange part is, I got back in shape after my pregnancy and to be honest, look better than I ever have. I've always been somewhat athletic and in good shape. I'm 5' 5" and my usual weight is around 105-110 lbs. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. Yes, kind of the stereotypical all American girl. Anyway I was working out after the pregnancy like crazy and snapped back into shape. My boobs were bigger than ever, which I thought my husband Chad might enjoy. To my dismay, he wasn't very interested in my boobs nor sex for that matter. We still had sex but not nearly as often. Ok, enough with the background of this, it feels like therapy.
I had never really paid that much attention to black guys until about a year ago. I was out with my husband and some other friends and we were at some bars, having a good time out. A tall black guy at the bar approached me after our group got split up. I had noticed him looking towards me throughout the night but didn't really think twice about it. It was crowded in the place and when he walked by he said hi to me and said he just wanted to say I was the most stunning woman in the place that night, and kept walking by with a big smile on his face. I didn't know how to react or if he was even serious. I smiled back and watched him weave through the crowd. It really caught me off guard and I was not having the best time to begin with. But his comment was really nice to hear. He saw me in the place with Chad all night but he still came over to me and complimented me. I liked that. He was quite striking, probably 6' 4" very well built with a shaved head and a great smile. As the night went on I started looking around the bar for him, every time we made eye contact, I would quickly look away.
The bar was packed, one of those places where you weave through and can't help rubbing up against every stranger in the place. I saw the black hunk weaving through in my direction. As he got closer I slipped in front of him, his compliment and our eye play had gotten me a little excited. As he got behind me I felt his body slowly slide up and press against mine. I didn't move at all. I could smell the aroma of his cologne, it was a fragrance I hadn't smelled before but it was enticing. My husband was across the room, I looked back at the man and smiled, he smiled back at me and said something about it being so crowded in here. He said, "Hi, I'm Tyrell."
"Nice to meet you Tyrell, I'm Amanda". We shook hands and mine looked and felt quite small in his large, rugged hand.
We shared some small talk and he gave me his phone number. I told him I was married and there with my husband. He said he knew that I was married and wanted me to have his number anyway. Had he not been so handsome, I would have been offended, but there was something about him that made the gesture impress me. It was quite bold of him to do such a thing, and I liked it. Before he left I had turned around with my back towards him. He rubbed up against me and I felt his hand on my ass. It wasn't a grab or a pinch, it was more of a gentle caress. I didn't know what to do. My first reaction was to be pissed. What would make him think he could just rub my ass like that. But for some reason I didn't move, and let him feel me up. Then I brought my hand back behind me and it ended up in his crotch and I briefly felt the biggest cock I'd ever imagined, in his pants. I don't know what came over me to do something like that. We shared one more smile and parted ways.
My husband and I left the bar later that evening. On the ride home I couldn't stop thinking about Tyrell. I also couldn't believe what I had intentionally done. Purposely rubbing my ass on a stranger in a bar, and a black man at that. And then quickly exploring his crotch. I was feeling a little tipsy on the way home and was looking forward to having sex with Chad when we got home. Chad didn't really seem interested in me after we got home. So I made the first move while laying in bed. He didn't respond and ended up going to sleep. As I lay there, I kept thinking about what my hand brushed against at the bar. I thought about Tyrell's big strong hands and his great body and smile. I thought about that deep sexy voice and the aroma of his cologne. I thought about this for a long time before falling asleep. A small part of me wished that I hadn't thrown away Antoine's phone number so quickly, but I had.
School started a few weeks later. I was happy to be going back to work. In my second class of the day there was a black student named Tyraun. He didn't seem too interested in academics. He was more interested in flirting with the girls and just being seen, it appeared. He was usually dressed in the hip hop type style and seemed to have some pretty expensive jewelry, rings, earings and necklaces. You could say he was quite flashy. He liked to be the center of attention. He talked pretty loud and was quite arrogant. It was really annoying at times.
Towards the end of the first week I was walking on campus past the outdoor basketball courts. I heard someone say, "there go Ms. Johnson....ooohh I'd love to tap dat azz" followed by laughter "true dat...ye yea" I kept walking acting like I didn't hear the obnoxious remarks.
The next day before class Tyraun was talking loud in the classroom and in front of the other students said, "Hey, Ms. J we saw you walkin' to your car yesterday, lookin' all fine!" Everyone started laughing then he kind of imitated swaying hips, everyone laughed again. I was caught off guard but covered up my anger by saying that I had taken some runway classes in my younger days with Cindy Crawford and proceeded to start class.
After class Tyraun came up to me and said that Cindy Crawford didn't have anything on me. I didn't know if he was kidding or what, he had this silly half grin on his face. He was way too arrogant, I couldn't tell if he was trying to be charming or what. I just continued to play it out and said, "well why is that no talent making way more money than me?"
Tyraun replied "shiit, I'd nail that ho, I ain't gonna front, but you, you are top shelf!"
Trying not to sound so surprised (which I was that a student would talk to me this way) I said "top shelf, what is top shelf suppose to mean?"
"Naw Ms. J I'm jus playin' jus playin' Tyraun stammered. "Hey Ms. J if you want to see me in action we playin' on the outdoor courts again today." I'm thinking to myself, why would he think I want to see him in action?
"Oh, you play basketball?"
"Yea, you need to come watch me, gurl, I gotz skills, come check me out."
"Well Tyraun I'm not really into basketball that much."
