During the next 20 months I only dated one man, a pleasant, kind, rather timid soul who was a substitute kindergarten teacher at my daughter's school. We went out five times before he finally got up the nerve to kiss me. He was a good kisser but then we stalled at that stage. Finally, I was so frustrated that during a necking session I actually asked him if he wanted to fuck me. For a while things went okay, if kind of boring. I mean, he was well built, and it was nice to have a real flesh and blood man instead of a vibrator, but Dwayne was too nice. He acted like any sex I gave him was a gift. One time I told him, just to see his reaction, I wanted to spank him. He agreed right away. I did it, too, but my respect for Dwayne pretty much disintegrated. I could no longer feel desire for the poor guy, probably because I'm the one who's supposed to be submissive. We broke up. Over the next year I was back to masturbating, ...a lot.
My story picks up again when I'm thirty-six and theoretically in my sexual prime.
On those days when my parents had the kids I'd get out early in the morning to take a long brisk walk. It was an inexpensive way to stay in decent shape. I admit to taking pride in my strong long legs and firm round ass so striding out one and a half miles and then back helped a lot and charged me up for the rest of my day. My route took me beyond our little neighborhood into a more rural setting known as "the Holler" where the houses were spaced much farther apart and the homes are owned by a mixture of black and white families. Not too far from where I would turn around to head back home there was a small white house that was kept up nicely for that area. It was Preacher and Missus Lucas' family home. The Lucas' were a black family that had lived there for more years than I'd been alive. Almost every morning when I passed by the Lucas house their son, Blane, who was about 23, would be sitting on the porch drinking his coffee. He'd always yell out something, like "Hey, girl, come on up and visit with me", or "I've got some coffee for you. It's hot and black". I'd just wave and maybe say, "Some other time, Blane, gotta keep movin'". One June morning I was hurrying along past the Lucas house when once again Blane shouted out for me to stop and visit with him. As usual I waved back at him and started to let him know thanks but no thanks, and that's when I stepped on some broken asphalt and fell forward hard onto my knees and elbows skinning them painfully and twisting my ankle.
It weren't but a few seconds before Blane was at my side checking out my injuries.
"That is not a pretty sight, Donna."
Before I knew it he had picked me up as easily as if I was a bag of pillows and carried me into his house where he set me on his sofa. A few minutes after that he was expertly cleaning my knees and elbows without being too rough, although it still stung like a SOB!
By the time he was done I was calmed down enough to thank him with all the sincerity I could muster.
"Blane, where's your Mama and Daddy?"
"They're on a mission to Ghana. I'm watching the place until September. They should be back a week or two after I go back to school."
"Where do you go to school?"
"UVA"
"I'm impressed!"
"Yeah, why? You think I'm too dumb to go to UVA?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I just never heard about it and that's surprising 'cause you know how everybody around here gossips,"
"Yeah, well we kinda like to keep our business private"
"That's smart. Well good for you. What are you studying?"
"I'm in the MBA program. Have to go back in the fall. I'm a professor's assistant. Yup, I get to be the teacher and all."
"Wow, I wish I had the money and freedom to go to college."
"Look, uh, I've got an appointment in town in about 45 minutes so I need to shower and change. You just sit there until I'm ready and I'll drive you home on the way."
"Thank you, Blane. I really appreciate it!"
As I sat on the sofa waiting I looked around the room. It was clean, neat, had older but good quality furnishings and lots of family mementos.
"Do you like what you see?" I looked up quickly to see Blane standing in the hall between his bedroom and bathroom wearing a towel over his shoulder and nothing else. I felt myself blushing so hard I thought my face must resemble a tomato. It was embarrassing and yet I could not tear my eyes away from his dusky body. I'd never been so close to a man with such a great build! He was lean and muscular. At about 6'2" most everything about him was long including his fingers and arms. As my gaze went lower I realized he was long "there" too. A second later he was gone and I was left to think about what just happened.
By the time he came out again he was dressed, I was mostly composed, and we both acted as if nothing had happened.
Blane easily carried me out to his car and drove me home. He didn't attempt to carry me to my front door. He offered his strong left arm for support though. I found out later that Blane, like Mr. Lewis, was conscious of the impression a more intimate contact would make on my nosy neighbors and how that might cause problems for me and my family. It is the South after all. Despite all that subsequently happened Blane was always mindful of how our public actions might affect me and my kids. There was one exception but I'll get to that later.
That night, after I'd tucked away the girls, I lay in my own bed thinking about what had happened at Blane's. I remembered his touch, his take charge attitude, and especially how he looked standing in the hallway naked, all while I was rubbing and twisting my nipples. Finally I slipped my vibrator into my pussy and imagined Blanes big cock invading me. I came moaning his name.
The next few days saw me on a sexual binge. Whenever I was alone I'd strip naked and spread my legs so I could use my vibrator and fantasize about Blane. It had been sooo long since I grunted and groaned under the weight of a dominant male!
Finally I drove to an adult store in the next town and bought a big black dildo. I tried to ignore the leering grin of the skinny, pimply long-haired kid behind the counter. I rushed home to plunge that big dark thing in me over and over. The sight of that black cock fucking in and out of my white pussy made me cum over and over while I imagined that it was Blanes hot meat pounding into me! As always, afterward I felt foolish and embarrassed, telling myself that was the last time, only to repeat my performance an hour or two later. I wondered what had come over me? I was constantly horny!
After my ankle was healed I started my morning walks again. That first day was a Thursday and as I was walking by Blanes house I was kinda surprised that he wasn't on the porch drinking his coffee. I veered onto his front walk telling myself it was only right that I thank him for his help. My heart was thumping in my chest so maybe thanking him wasn't the only reason I was about to knock on his door. He answered my knock after only a minute or so. He was shirtless and shoeless, only wearing white UVA sweatpants that set off his milk chocolate body beautifully.
"Hi, Blane. Um, do you mind if I step inside for just a minute? I don't feel I had a chance to thank you properly for ...you know."
He gave me a knowing smile. "Sure, come on in, Donna. Have a seat." He motioned me to his sofa.
He draped himself casually on one end and I moved to the other end. My eyes were drawn to the noticeable bulge, not hard but still ample, behind the white material. I quickly looked back up to his face. Not quickly enough so that he hadn't noticed my glance though.
"Soooo?"
"Well, I can't tell you how much it meant to me to have your help the other day. I'm not sure how I would have gotten home."
"You're welcome, Donna, but you did thank me the other day. Are you shy, woman?"
