Black Seduction At The Bike Shop

Thursday

Navigating down the busy downtown streets, I passed rows of cars waiting for the red before veering right into an alleyway. I jumped off my bike and brought out my keys. As usual, the door was a struggle to open and it took some leverage with my leg to screech it open. I brought my bike in and leaned it against the other dozen or so bikes in the employee only section in the back. Still panting a little from the ride in, I walked to the front door, propped it open, and brought out our sign.

"Haynesville Community Bike Shop"

The breeze that came in did little to help the thick musty air in the shop. It was practically a sauna in the summer. Even in a crop top and biker shorts, I was sweating my proverbial balls off as I was trying to unearth a bike that was dropped off for repairs awhile ago. I was contemplating cooling off with a spray of the hose before I heard the click click click of somebody wheeling their bike in.

"Hey Emily, you in the back?"

"Yeah," I grunted back as I finally freed the bike.

I wheeled the bike out of the back and saw Mike setting his bike up on the repair stand.

"You wouldn't believe the asshole who cut me off today," Mike yelled, facing away from me while he started working on his bike.

"Oh yeah?" I replied.

He turned around and continued, "Yeah, the fucker...," he hesitated for a second and I could see his eyes dart up and down across my body. "...he uh, well he cut me off."

"Oh really?" I said sarcastically as I hauled the bike on the stand.

"Yeah", he stammered, his face turning red as he turned back to his bike.

I laughed as I grabbed a wrench from the tool box. I was not expecting that kind of reaction from somebody who has seen me regularly over the past few years. I looked in the mirror by the merch rack. I was wearing a sports bra underneath my top, but I guess it did not leave much to the imagination. Even standing up you could see the ample cleavage of my 34 DD breasts. Maybe I should have brought a change of clothes?

I was contemplating if I was showing too much of my legs, and cursing the minimal tanning they've been getting, when I heard another click click click outside the door.

"Oh, hey Darryl" I heard Mike say.

Darryl was still pretty new to our community. He started coming in less than a year ago and came every week or so. He almost always brings a different bike so we had our suspicions that he was using us as a chop shop for bikes he nicked. But we didn't have enough evidence to definitively prove it, and he kept to himself, so we decided to just leave him alone. Maybe he was repairing bikes for his friends? Who knows.

"Hey," replied Darryl with a nod.

That's usually about as much as we could get out of him, but after greeting Mike he turned and saw me. I saw his eyebrows raise just slightly.

"Hey Emily, trying to beat the heat?" he said with a small smile as he looked me up and down. He rolled his bike to the open stand in between me and Mike.

"Yeah,"

I replied shortly. This outfit was a bad idea, Keith is going to hate how much attention I'm getting. Maybe I should take something off the rack to cover up...

"Yeah, me too," Darryl continued as he interrupted my thoughts, "I've been only wearing wife beaters and shorts all week."

I looked away from the gears I was greasing up to look at Darryl. I could see Mike in the background giving a disapproving look. Was it at Darryl talking me up or maybe it was the use of a crude word like "wife beater"? Mike could be quite the prude. Darryl was wearing green basketball shorts and a white sleeveless shirt that showed off his broad chest and muscled black arms. He certainly did not look like a biker and that definitely did not abate our suspicions about him. That said, he certainly looked good and was undeniably attractive. He was a favourite visitor for many of the other women on staff.

I gave him a short laugh before replying, "Yeah, this heat wave has been driving me crazy."

Driving me crazy is right. My fiancé and I have been trying to conceive so I've been taking fertility pills. The doctor did

not

warn me that it could make me horny all the time. Hot and horny is a bad mix.

I turned back to the bike I was working on. He got the hint and started pulling parts out of his backpack. One thing is for certain, he knew his way around bikes. Seemingly more than many of the regulars. The only thing that got him talking was discussing bike parts with the other regulars. Unless maybe if you were a woman. Wait, why didn't he talk to me?

"Shit," cursed Darryl. "I forgot a part. Are you guys open tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I replied. I had just taken apart the gears. "We're open from 8 to 4."

"Alright then, are you in tomorrow?" Darryl asked.

"Yeah, I'll be in for closing," I said without thinking as I focused on cleaning the grit off the 6th gear.

"See you tomorrow then," Darryl replied with a smile as he walked out the door.

It was silent except for my scrubbing when Mike said, "Uhm, that was kind of weird."

I stopped and looked at him.

"What?" I replied.

"I could see him checking you out the entire time he was 'rummaging' through his backpack!" he explained with concern.

"Hmm, I guess. He's just horny like every single one of you dudes. What, are you jealous?" I gave him a wink.

I ran my hand through my hair to get the wet hair out of my eyes. I heard Mike stifle a laugh and he pointed to the mirror. I turned and saw black streaks in my pixie cut red hair.

"Shit," I cursed. "This is going to be fucking hell to get out."

I walked to the sink in the back and started the water. At least it'll help me cool off I thought as Mike poked his head in through the door.

"Hey Em, I'm leaving now."

"Sounds good, see you soon Mike," I replied.

He started to pull his head back when he stalled for a second.

"...hey uh, did you want me to come by to hang out during your closing shift tomorrow?"

"What, why? Cause of Darryl?" I asked, confused.

"Well...yeah."

"What, cause he's black or something?"

"What! No, of course not. I'm just getting weird vibes yenno! Don't want you to be alone with some weird guy."

"What? Like you?" I laughed as reacted with an insulted face and continued, "It'll be fine, I'll call Keith to come stay with me tomorrow if you're so concerned."

"Oh. Uh, alrighty. See you next week then."

I heard the click click click as Mike left the shop over the sound of the running water over my head. I thought, as I scrubbed the grease out of my hair, is Mike overthinking it?

Friday

"Look, I can stay for a bit but I was going to go out with the boys tonight," Keith said, fiddling with a brake.

"What, are you serious?" I yelled. "Don't you want to spend time with your fiancée?! We haven't even fucked in weeks!"

"Hey!" he yelled, before whispering, "Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. But what's the big deal about tonight? We've been planning this for weeks."

"Okay. Okay fine." I said. I did not want to tell him the reason why I wanted him to stay. That some hot muscular black guy might be swinging by to seduce his sexy wife-to-be. What would he think? Knowing Keith, he'd probably just think I was conceited to think every guy is eying me up. Fuck it. Why am

I,

even the one taking fertility pills when its

him

, that's infertile? I adjusted my sweat drenched bra underneath my t-shirt.

We worked through a couple bikes that needed repairs in silence. In an attempt to cover up, I had a flower print top on today and a knee length skirt with my biking shorts underneath. It was just as sweltering as yesterday but this ensemble was airy enough. I finished the bike I was working on and rolled it into the back. As I was putting it away against the other bikes, Keith walked in.

"Hey, listen. I'm sorry about earlier. I can stay tonight, its no problem. We can order in some Chinese and finish up our project bikes?"

I stared at him and smiled. I guess he's alright after all.

"Oh, that would be nice. But its fine! Seriously, go hang out with the guys. It'll be fine." Will it? Will it really be, Emily?

"Are you sure Ems?" He took a step closer.

"Yeah...," I replied.

"Thanks Em," he said softly as he looked into my eyes and he pulled me in for a deep kiss.

He ran his hair through my wet hair and I gave a stifled moan. He moved his hand lower, pulled my skirt up, and started squeezing my ass. I moaned and clawed at his back, pushing my chest against his. I felt my sensitive nipples perk up from the sensation and he broke off the kiss to work his way down my neck with short little pecks. I felt his hand move lower towards my mound.

"Hmm..." I moaned loudly when I heard a click click click. SHIT! Its Darryl!

"Um, hello?" I heard a woman's voice ask.

Keith broke off from our embrace and popped out of the back.

"Oh hey! What do you need, my name's Keith!"

I sighed huskily with disappointment.

"Oh shit, its 2!" I heard Keith exclaim from the front.

I heard his footsteps as he ran back to me.

"Hey Em, can you take care of her, I need to head out to pick up Mike." Wait, he's going with Mike?

"Oh. Oh oka..." I tried to get out before he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

He was out the door before I could react. I walked out from the back and saw a young college age woman with a bike.

"Hey um...," she paused as she gave me a funny look. "I was wondering if I could drop this bike off for repairs." She looked down at her vintage style bike. It definitely has seen better days.

"Yeah, no problem." I replied as I walked behind the counter. "Let's get you in the system."

As I talked with her, she kept giving me funny looks. It wasn't until she was out the door and I was bringing her bike to the back that I realized what she was staring at. As I passed the mirror, I saw black streaks in my hair again and my nipples poking through my apparently thin shirt. A black hand print was on my skirt, square on my ass. FUCKING. HELL. KEITH. I was still horny as hell too.

I pulled out my project bike and started working on it to try and forget how I was going to marry an idiot. Nobody else came in and it was quiet other than the sound of my grunts as I wrenched on some parts. An hour passed. Still cursing Keith under my breath, I realized. Where the hell was Darryl? An image of him popped up in my mind. Muscular, confident, and black. I wonder if what they say is true? I dropped my tools and went to the computer at the register. I pulled up the photos of the shop and searched for one with him in it. After a few minutes, there! A picture of Daryl in his signature basketball shorts and wifebeater. I looked at his face. "That strong jawline...", I thought. I looked down to his chiseled chest, and then to his shorts. Jesus. JESUS EMILY. I closed the picture. What was that. I felt my body turning red from the embarrassment. Why did I do that? My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel blood rushing back to my crotch. I can't be like this when he gets here. I quickly made my way to the back and pulled my biker shorts down and leaned against the sink. I pulled my skirt up and quickly attacked my aching clit.

"Hmmm," I moaned. "Fuck yes."

I kneaded my breast as I rubbed my mound, thinking about what I just saw. Bulging against his boxers and almost down to his knee. A Thick. Long. Cock. My clit throbbed again and it wasn't long before my legs were starting to shake as I felt my orgasm build up. I began to see stars, and as I twisted my nipple, I felt the sexual release come as I came.

"Fuuuuuck. Hmmm, dare...yeeesss," I hissed. "Hmmm."

Little did I know, Darryl was just outside the open back door listening to me. He had heard my moans from the front door and sneaked around the back to see if he could get a closer look. After he heard me cum, he waited for my panting to slow before rolling in with his pink bike at 3:30.

"D-DARRYL?!" I squeaked. Turning away and covering my chest and crotch as if I was just caught naked.

"Hey Em," Darryl said with what was a faked puzzled look. "Sorry I'm so late, I hope its okay if I work a little late. This bike is for my daughter's birthday this weekend."

"Uh, yeah, n-no problem!" I said hastily. My mind was going at 1000 miles an hour. Did he know? "I can stay late if needed and lock up after you are done." Wait what? I can?

He had already walked into the front and was working on his bike. "Thanks Em," I heard faintly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't think he caught me. I looked down at my shorts on the floor and remembered that I had a grease mark on the ass of my skirt.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. I pulled my skirt down and slipped on my tight shorts.

I stumbled into the front. Darryl looked up and met my eye before walking his eye down my body, pausing at my chest, and a long pause at my now short clad bottom. I gave him a strained smile and made my way to the register. Trying to take my mind off the situation I pulled up some financial paperwork on the computer. Okay Em, don't lose your mind here. I tapped away at the report and I could hear Darryl scrubbing and taking pieces off the bike in the background. I looked up and he had positioned the bike so that he was facing me, or was it always like that? I would sneak glances here and there, trying to hide them by typing blindly. I tell myself it was to check his progress, but in truth, I found my eyes always straying to the bulge in his shorts.

*bzzt bzzt*

I looked down at my phone and saw a message from Keith. I looked up and saw Darryl looking at me with a smile before return to the bike.

"Hey babe, Mike told me about what happened yesterday. Did Darryl come? I'm thinking I might head over there to pick you up."

I looked at the time. 4:10pm. I quickly sent back:

"Hey, Darryl didn't end up coming. I'm working on my project bike though. I'll let you know when I'm done :)"

I put my phone down in shock. Wait, why did I lie?

I quickly stood up and hurried to grab my bike from the back. I need to have something to explain what I had just told my fiancé. Darryl tracked me across the room as I bounced to the back. When I popped back out, he was shirtless.

"Got bored?" Darryl asked as I put my bike on the rack.

"Yeah, might as well do something fun while I'm here stuck with you," I said teasingly.

"Whoa, sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. Am I really that bad for company?" He raised his hands up in a shrug, wrench still in hand.

"Y-yes," I hesitated, taken aback by just how...buff Darryl was. He was like a roman statue carved in black marble. Without the small dick of course. "Why is your shirt off??" I stammered, my face turning red at the thought.

"Its hot in here, isn't it? You should do the same," he said coyly with a wink.

"You wish buddy," I said turning around and sticking my ass out to pick up a wrench from the toolbox. I could hear him mumble something as he went back to his bike.

We worked in silence for awhile, catching each other sneaking glances. It was getting hotter and hotter in the room. My body felt like it was on fire. Was it the temperature or just me? I put on the bike seat and adjusted it to my height. I swung my leg up around it and sat down on it. The pressure of the seat against my pussy elicited a stifled moan from my lips.

"Hmmm...," I moaned quietly before snapping to my senses. Bad idea Em. I quickly dismounted and wheeled the bike to the back to catch my breath. When I walked back to the computer, Darryl kept his eye on the bike which was nearly completely reassembled. I noticed the bulge in his shorts seemed significantly bigger and felt blood rush down to my crotch. I fiddled with my phone but it wasn't long before I heard Darryl's deep voice resonate in the silent room.

"Hey Em, my daughter is around the same height as you. Can you try the bike out to see if the seat is at the right height?"

Fuck. He's mocking me, isn't he?

"S-sure...," I stammered as I hesitantly shuffled my way beside him. Suddenly, I felt tiny standing beside him. The top of my red capped head reaching only to his shoulders. I glanced down at the bike. It was well made, as gaudy as it was, with streamers and pink cartoon prints. I swung my leg up to mount the bike and braced my body for contact with the seat. But it was too short. The seat was too short.

Wait, why do I feel disappointed? Seeing my body tense and relax must have been his signal. He slipped his hands underneath my arms and gently grabbed my breasts.

"Hmmm...wait, STOP!" I yelled and tried to move away. But his muscled arms kept me in place, his little guinea pig.

"Em," he whispered in my ear, sending a shock through my body. "Sit down, its not your fault, you know you want it."

Do I? Fuck it. He's right. I do.

I sat down hard on the seat and felt fire surge up from my crotch. I humped and gyrated my clit against the seat as Darryl roughly squeezed and kneaded my tits.

"Oh my god, this is...wow. Hmmmuuh," I moaned unintelligibly.

He moved his fingers to my nipples and gave them a short squeeze and then a sharp tug which elicited a yelp from me. I bounced a little and when I landed back on the seat, a sharp pulse of pleasure made my legs turn to jello. "That didn't take long", I thought.

I desperately tried to increase my gyrations but my legs were shaking. I felt one of Darry's hand leave my left breast and wrap across my stomach. He raised me up against his body and I felt his crotch push against the back of my ass. He began to dry hump my ass, sliding the hand on my stomach to my right tit and the other hand down to clit. I moaned loudly as he began to circle my clit with his fingers and continued to roughly manhandle my breast. I felt my eyes beginning to roll and lifted my head to meet his eyes. His dark eyes stared back at me, and I felt his hard, muscled torso against my back as he smacked my ass over and over again.

"Uh. Uh. Yeeesss. Come on baby, make me cum!" I moaned as I reached my face up for his lips.

I felt his tongue intertwine with mine and the combined sensations were too much. I felt my body shake uncontrollably as pleasure surged across my body. Every time he hit my ass it would drag my slit across the seat and more pleasure coursed through me

"Hmmmmm, YES! FUCK, OH MY FUCKING GOD," I screamed. "Hmmm, please, please don't stop." I felt liquid escape and soak my shorts, lubricating me further. Did I, did I just squirt?!

"Mmm." I felt weak and would have fallen over if he had not been holding me so tightly. I felt him lift me effortlessly off the bike and drop me across the front desk. He quickly ripped off my shorts and soaked panties. Before walking around to my head and began to strip me off my top too.

"Wait, Daryl," I said as I came out of the pleasure derived fog. Grabbing his arms and stopping him.

"What slut?" I heard his pants fall and something heavy fall through the air. Something long and hard smacked across my face.

I gasped.

My head was against his balls and his dick laid across my face reaching past my cleavage. The musky scent of sweat and male jism filled my nose. It did not turn me off like usual, in fact this time it sent blood surging back to my engorged pussy.

"I-I...," I stammered. I saw him take my soaked panties in his hand and ring them out above my tits. My juices coated his cock and soaked through my shirt. My tits were a sticky mess from his lubrication and my sweat.

"Suck my balls, BITCH!" he ordered as he squeezed my breasts together and began tit fucking me through my clothes. His balls swung across my face like two engorged plums. I opened my mouth and sucked on one obediently. I continued licking and sucking his balls as he thrusted his cock against my tits. He started kneading them and pinching the nipples. I felt the fire building in my crotch again. I began reaching down to touch my throbbing clit when I felt him pinch my nipples roughly.