Set up for this story is Anika: An African Goddess and includes Weeks 1 through 5 - leading up to the events below.
Chapter 2: Week 6
In the days that followed my last visit with Anika I found I had a hard time concentrating on all the work I should be doing for my interior design practice. Not only could I not get our last afternoon together out of my mind, I could not stop thinking about our next meeting on Thursday. Myriad images kept creeping into my waking thoughts -- her exotic eyes, her soft breasts, her chocolate skin, her silky pussy. I had even discovered I still had her scent on my fingers the following day. The memory of her beautiful black body splayed out on the granite counter also kept creeping into my mind.
We had kept our communication between meetings to a minimum up to now and this week was no exception. Aside from a short e-mail confirming our Thursday rendezvous, I had not heard from Anika. Anika's husband, Aaron, was still out of town, so I was expecting this week's meeting to be even more intense than our last. I had done some refinement to the design of their new loft, but I had a feeling we would not be reviewing drawings of their project at this next meeting.
On Thursday I once again taxied my way down to Tribeca and found myself standing outside her door. I knocked as usual and the door slowly opened. Soft music and a wonderful aroma wafted through the doorway. Although it was the middle of the day, I could see candlelight flickering beyond the threshold. I entered and standing behind the door smiling was Anika, looking more beautiful and radiant than I could imagine.
"Come in, Marcus. I've been waiting for you," she said seductively.
She closed the door, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep soft kiss. She then took my hand and without another word began to lead me toward the back of the loft. I threw my briefcase and roll of drawings onto a chair figuring we might never get around to looking at them today.
I looked at her voluptuous profile and the blood began to roil in my veins. Her black skin shone softly in the light. Her hair was down and lay in long wavy rivulets well down past her shoulders. Her lips were ruby red and the whites of her eyes shown brightly against her mahogany skin.
She was wearing a slinky red silk robe that was pinched at her slim waist with a matching belt. The swell of her generous natural breasts lifted and separated the front of the robe, exposing the top of her chest and her glorious cleavage. The robe came halfway down her long slender thighs and her tall spiked heels only lengthened and accentuated her fabulous legs. I could see her ass swaying and swiveling against the clinging silk robe as she led me into her inner sanctum.
She looked at me with those huge dark eyes and smiled, melting away any inhibitions I might have harbored about desiring one of my best client's beautiful wife. It certainly wasn't bothering her, and it wasn't going to bother me anymore either. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.
"Did you miss me this week?" she asked with a smile.
"You know I did. And you?"
"Marcus, I've been looking forward to your visit all week. I have a few surprises for you," she giggled.
"Really? Like what, for instance?"
"Oh, you're just going to have to be a patient boy and you'll find out soon enough."
We reached her bedroom and she turned to face me. I had been in this room when we originally surveyed the loft. But now I was here under different pretenses and I was cognisant of our surroundings now in a new and different way than before. Her bedroom was very large with tall ceilings. Shades had been pulled down over the huge loft windows to darken the room. Scented candles were everywhere and the New Age music drifted in one ear and out the other, but created a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Off to the side French doors were open to the bathroom beyond. I could see the huge tub I had admired on a previous visit and saw that it was full and the water was swirling hotly and silently. Dozens of candles surrounded the tub.
"I want you to sit in this chair, Marcus."
She directed me to a little sitting area in a corner of the bedroom next to a raging gas fireplace. There were two very comfortable lounge chairs with an ottoman between them. I sat down silently and watched her slink about the room. She moved like a cat and with a grace that could have only been learned during her years modeling. But today's show was a very private one.
She walked into the bathroom for a minute. I watched her walk with her round ass undulating under her silk robe. As she returned I admired the front view, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly as they strained against the sheer fabric. I was in awe.
She walked over and stood on the other side of the ottoman, a few feet away. I gazed into her eyes as she looked at me with a very subtle smile and began to undo the belt of her robe. The robe fell open and I could see the long swath of black skin extending from her neck down between her breasts, past her smooth flat stomach and terminating at a red silk thong that hugged her mons. She reached up and removed the robe very slowly, her glorious breasts coming into view for the first time. She slid the robe down her long arms and let it fall at her feet on the thick carpet.
"My God, Anika. You're a vision of beauty."
She smiled as she stood before me and rubbed her hands over her body. She lightly caressed her nipples and I could see them harden and distend under her soft touch. Her beautiful manicure contrasted against the smooth skin of her gorgeous round breasts. She rubbed her stomach and stretched her palm down to cup the protruding mound of her pussy. The silk panties clung to every nuance of her labia and I could barely make out the crease between her lips. She gently stoked herself and pushed the silk into her crease.
"Marcus, I want you to unzip your trousers and pull out your cock."
