Quite simply, Amy was a stunningly attractive blonde woman from a well off suburban family. Her parents were liberal minded and raised her to be the same. When she turned twenty-four, she met and fell in love with a fair-haired young man named Ronald. He was a handsome young man who was open minded in his ideals which is what first attracted Amy. They were making love after the third date and married less than five months after having met.
They honeymooned in Florida and made love on the beach. With the sand as their bed, they fondled and kissed tenderly. The sand was hot and the air was cool. It was a fond memory, despite Ronald's lack of sexual prowess. Ronald looked around constantly, worried that they might be seen.
"Who cares if someone sees us?" Amy repeatedly said to Ronald as he continually broke off their lovemaking to see if anyone was around.
Ronald was so nervous that he struggled to keep an erection. As she lay under him in hungry waiting desire, he comically stroked his penis without success to get it erect. Taking control of the situation, Amy gently pushed Ronald on his back and took his penis in her mouth. With Ronald's pale limp penis in her mouth, she began fellatio. Ronald's penis felt like a small worm squirming around her mouth and Amy nearly gagged because the experience repulsed her. When Ronald finally got an erection, they made love in their customary missionary position. Ronald was in ecstasy as he entered his lover for the first time as her husband. Amy always enjoyed the intimacy but felt little excitement from Ronald's strokes. She hardly felt penetrated at all. Ronald was handsome and the best kisser she had ever known but she almost felt bothered by his shallow entry into her. She wanted more and wanted it further within her then he seemed to be able to reach. She took control again and lifted her hips and began smashing them against his. Her hands were on his buttocks now and her pussy gobbled every piece of his penis she could get into herself and it began to feel good. She gasped as new areas within her were touched, but after a few minutes of this rough treatment, Ronald hollered and ejaculated. Moments later his penis went limp again. As if all the passion spurted out with his semen, Ronald rolled off her and moaned in gratification. As he lay back, Amy sat on top of him and inserted him into her again. Pumping on top of him a few times in order to please herself more.
"Come on, Ron...let's do it again." Amy swayed in vain. He could not regain an erection and she hadn't felt an orgasm yet.
Amy didn't really care, she loved Ronald and understood how nervous he was.
After returning moving into their first home, Amy and Ronald's lovemaking session improved a great deal. Ronald became less nervous about sex and they had many long and fun times in and out of bed. Amy began having more orgasms after one year of marriage and then it became a regular event for her to enjoy sex. Despite this, Amy continued to be nagged by the feeling she wasn't being fully penetrated. In a strange way, she almost felt like she hadn't had sex.
After two happy years living in a suburban apartment complex, the couple decided to get an house in the inner city where they both worked. Amy and Ronald used to drive together to and from work. During these short drives, they talked about work, had arguments and other mundane things. They also talked about having children. Both Ronald and Amy wanted children eventually, but Amy was reluctant because it would mean her leaving her job, something she was not prepared to do even for Ronald. After one year of driving to work, Amy recommended they start using public transportation in order to do something for the environment. Ronald agreed, not realizing that Amy was really trying to avoid their discussions about having kids. Amy and Ron would take the bus together, but would never argue since they didn't have any privacy.
One morning, Ronald didn't want to have sex, and wouldn't have sex with Amy no matter how she begged for it. The reason Ronald did not want to have sex that morning is because he had been masturbating unbeknownst to Amy in the shower. He was spent from masturbating and couldn't get an erection so acted like he didn't want to have sex so he could conceal the truth. Amy became very angry and irrational and refused to go with him to the bus stop, saying he would prefer to take the train by herself. The train stop was four blocks away, but Amy was too angry to care.
Amy normally dressed very conservatively, but decided to dress as sexy as possible in order to irritate Ronald. She pulled out her favorite black high heels and put on a short black loose skirt that was sure to lift up revealingly in the breeze. Amy also slipped on a shinny blue silken short sleeve blouse that accentuated her attractive slender proportions.
"Do I look nice, Ronnie?" She asked in a sultry tone.
"Yes," he said gloomily.
"Do I look sexy?" Amy asked with a tinge of anger.
"Very, listen..."
"Good," Amy said and trotted out the door without another word.
Amy decided to take the train to work, which meant she had to walk four blocks to get to the train stop. All along the way, Amy put on a good show. Her hips swayed in a beckoning manner and her legs moved doe like along the sidewalks. She glanced back once at Ronald who was watching her from the apartment window in dismay as she continued her arousing stroll down the street. Her high heels made a sharp clip clop as she walked, signaling to everyone that a woman was passing through. She looked all around to catch the eye of any man in the vicinity. Amy smiled as she saw men watching her hungrily as she walked by, enjoying the thought of Ronald bothered by her exit and the attention she attracted. She imagined that she could have any man she wanted in a moment but didn't think seriously of it. She really only wanted to stick to Ronald she thought-she never thought of cheating on him. Amy was happy enough gathering the attention of men and eating up their desiring looks. Her eyes went from one man to the other until they finally came upon
him.
His eyes were large and dark and started so deeply into her that she felt they were sucking her in. They were expressive, soulful and hungry...and they belonged to a black man. His name was Terrance and he was large and tall. He had a dark grubby looking beard and a tangled mass of dirty hair. His clothes were gray, tattered and dirty. He was smelly from not showering, smelled slightly of alcohol and had been searching deeply through a trashcan when she caught his attention. His face was dirty but his skin was dark and tight. Every man on the street wanted her, but in his eyes, Amy could see that he wanted her most of all. While other men only stole glances at her, being too afraid to meet her gaze directly, he looked her up and down without a hesitation and smiled at her.
She smiled back without thinking and found her gaze locked on to his as she strolled by with a swish of her skirt. He kept staring as she past and shamelessly drank the vision of her alluring backside as she walked on. She had turned her head as much as she could to keep looking at him eating up her looks and turned around a bit.
"Good morning, ma'am." Terrance said. "You lookin might fine."
"Thank you, sir." Amy said, again without thinking. "Good morning to you."
Amy did one more thing without thinking, something that both she and Terrance would be thinking about the rest of the day. She raised one slender creamy hand and very provocatively blew him a kiss. Afterward, blushing deeply red, Amy skipped hurriedly away. Amy speedily entered the train station and merged into the crowd. She was unaware she was giggling and shaking a little from excitement. After climbing the staircase to the train platform, she walked over to a spot where she could see the black bum standing on the street beside the trashcan he had been rummaging through. He was looking up at her, had a broad smile and waved slowly at her.
