It has been almost a month since Nikki slept with anyone other than her husband; she had just divorced; the pale brunet wife left the marriage due to the career he was obsessed with; when they first married, she considered starting a family, but Jim, her husband, didn't feel ready to stop exploring the swinger's lifestyle they began with, she eventually tired of. He suggested they wait until they were well settled in their new place, and then they'd discuss it. During their marriage years, Nikki followed her fertility chart just in case.
Nikki had a great-looking figure and worked very hard at it by working out in the basement gym her ex-husband had set up. With light brown hair, a five-foot-six-inch frame, and one hundred and fifteen pounds, she was proud of her 33-21-33-inch figure, which made her the envy of all her friends.
She left her husband somewhat due to her best friend Maggie's advice.
Maggy is a 36-year-old blonde with long hair with whom Nikki began her first girl relationship. She wanted to forget about men and kind of liked women but wasn't sure if she was ready to give up on men just yet.
Maggie had to be careful not to run her away, so she coaxed her into doing both for a while.
She considered going out to bars on Saturdays to find someone but wasn't sure that was something she felt comfortable doing.
Nikki always got extremely horny when she entered her fertile cycle but was uncertain what to do. But did eventually decide to go out to a dance club that Saturday night. She was dressed in a short loose white skirt and white button-down blouse with a lacy white bra and bikini panties. She had a good time and drank a little; however, she didn't connect with anyone.
She drove her car, a new Saab, home around midnight to her front door. She fumbled, placing her key in her purse, then unknowingly dropped it on the curb. She went to the side to try some windows; the only one open was the laundry room. It was kind of high, but it would have to do. Nikki had her upper body through when she heard someone calling out,
"Who is that? Nicole, is that you?"
She could see the light flashing around her. She recognized the voice. It was Delvin, her slightly overweight but muscular 6-foot 7-inch, 50-year-old black neighbor. She knew he was getting a good look at her bottom, making her a little embarrassed.
"You need some help, Nikki?" His voice was kind.
"Yes, please." She responded.
The old black man stared at the crease in this 28-year-old's white panties as he raised her. She jumped on the floor inside, calling out she was ok, then headed for the door; Delvin came around from the side; she waved him over,
"Thanks for the help!"
"It was no problem." He replied with a sly smile, looking her body up and down cleverly without her noticing.
"I mean, not just for the boost but for looking out for me.' 'Well, maybe you like to join me for a sip of wine?"
"Sure," He answered.
Nikki didn't want any alcohol, but it was just a tiny glass with her neighbor.
"You go on in, and I'll get the wine," she said excitedly.
She didn't like older men and had never considered any black man before, so she didn't see him sexually. Delvin was witty and funny and kept her laughing as one glass turned to three. When she relaxed, her legs opened, flashing her panties to the old man across from her, she would catch herself and close them, but it happened several times. The short glimpses were enough to get Delvin aroused, and when she noticed the large mass in his pajama bottoms, he tempted her, trying to get her to look.
"Just ask if you want a look." He teased.
Turning red, she tried to deny, primarily to herself, that she was trying to see anything.
"No, I just..."
"It's ok." He smiled," I was playing with you."
"I'm sorry." She looked away, feeling even more embarrassed.
"It's fine; I've been getting an eyeful myself." He snickered.
She laughed, relieving the tension; the lewd comment was slightly titillating, even if it did come from a nasty old man.
"Maybe I should make some coffee."
As she made the coffee, she wondered why she felt so fluttered and why she was trying to keep him here; this was " just company," she reasoned. They drank two cups of coffee, with conversations going from the neighborhood marriages, not having kids, to sex.
"He hadn't had sex in months; his wife had passed away from an incurable disease over a year ago," Delvin casually mentioned.
"Awe, that's sad," Nicole said.
He began telling her tails of their sexual escapades, him and his wife. He told her he was surprised how she (his wife) could take him when so many others could not.
She didn't believe it could be that big, but he had her curious again.
"You're terrible." She laughed, stealing another glance at the growing hump in his pants he was not attempting to hide.
She was almost giddy; their conversation became laced with ambiguity and nasty tales. Once, she said, "Her husband talked her into doing it with a woman in a threesome, and the woman ended up being her girlfriend, isn't that crazy?" She told herself they were having fun, but when she found herself staring at his private parts, she realized how horny she was. Nikki knew she should probably try to get him to leave but reasoned that she would never do anything with a black man.
She started to clear the coffee table, mindlessly bending over in front of him. Delvin stared at her firm white bottom as her skirt rode up, seeing this as an invitation and a big wet spot in the center of her little transparent thin panties.
Nikki jumped as she felt a big hand grab at her booty; she was surprised by the desire she was feeling. She pushed out her bottom, and his other hand grabbed her hips, pulling her back. She squealed and giggled as she fell into his lap; his big hands grabbed the back of her knees, pulling them apart and shifting her weight back against him, watching his black hands slide over her milky white thighs.
His dark skin wouldn't let her forget who was touching her; letting a black man as old as her father do that to her made her feel so nasty. She gasped as he pulled her wet panties aside, revealing her trimmed hairy mound. His fingers ran over the short soft, light brown pussy hair before teasing at her clit, sliding between her puffy lips; they had sunk effortlessly into her honeypot. She started to cream as he put another finger into her pink pussy.
" Little pussies like this are too tight," Delvin said.
"Is it that big?" she cringed.
"Maybe too much for you; it might be painful." He taunted.
"I'm pretty deep." She bragged with a giggle.
