My name is Bill, a successful 55 year old black businessman. In my late teens I developed a strong liking for white females and ever since I have indulged myself whenever the opportunity presented itself and over the years I have enjoyed a number of extremely sexy white ladies. I am 6'4, 230lbs and very dark skinned, and even if I say so myself I am in good physical shape.
Enough about me, the object of my long held lust is a married white lady named Donna. Donna is now 32, tall, slim and firm, she is 5'9, 125lbs or so with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. She is quite small chested at 34b, but has a slim waist and wide child bearing hips that I have wanted to hold since she was a cute shy teenager. She is a very successful professional woman who is very highly regarded by all who deal with her.
Donnas dad is an old friend of mine and I have watched Donna grow from a toddler into the confident successful married woman that she is today. I was a regular visitor to her home, at least 2 or 3 times a week and she grew up regarding me as an uncle, even nervously calling me "uncle Bill" on some occasions. I still remember clearly the day I realised she was no longer a child and that I had lustful thoughts about her.
It was just after her eighteenth birthday, I was having a beer with her dad, discussing politics, when Donna and her friend Susan returned from the beach, both wearing skimpy bikini's that made me stare, particularly at Donna. I am certain that I stared wide eyed at her, how her bikini clung to her small breasts and stretched across her firm pubic mound, the fabric like a second skin where it tucked between her long silken legs. It was difficult to maintain the conversation with her dad as I gazed at her.
Donna was quite naive and obviously did not realise that my eyes were undressing her as I crossed my legs to keep my growing bulge hidden. Her friend Susan did see that look in my eyes, she blushed, glanced at Donna and then me before she dragged Donna upstairs to her bedroom and the moment was gone.
Some weeks later I was again in Donna's house chatting with her parents. I had to go to the bathroom, when I passed Donna's bedroom on the way the door was open and Donna was standing before a mirror in just a bra and panties, the sight took my breath away and I stood there rooted to the spot for a moment until her head turned and her eyes met mine briefly, she blushed brightly and looked away as I continued to the bathroom.
Neither of us ever spoke about the moment, but I did strive to push the thoughts I had about her from my mind. I wanted to strip her, explore that hot body and fuck her so bad, but I treasured her dad's friendship and knew that making a move on Donna would be an irreversible step.
I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind and things returned to normal over the following years, Donna and I often spoke alone about anything and everything. Donna went to college and met a young man called John who she fell in love with and after a short courtship decided to marry at a young age. The wedding was a difficult occasion for me, seeing Donna look stunningly beautiful and sexy in her gorgeous virginal white wedding gown, brought back all my lustful desire for her.
Donna was stunning and so desirable, I kept my distance for most of the day but eventually I did have to dance with her at her insistence. Her gown looked so white with my hands on it as we moved to the music and chatted, I teased her about her honeymoon, but all I could think about was removing her dress and lingerie and spreading her long sexy legs wide. Those thoughts made me quite hard and at one stage my bulge brushed her tummy, she either did not notice or let it pass as the dance continued. I kissed her cheek when the dance finished and wished her the best, adding that I would be calling for a coffee anytime I passed her new home.
I was true to my word and became a regular visitor to Donna and John's home as I passed by a few times a week. If I saw either or both of their car's there I would pop in for a coffee and chat, John and I became quite friendly and often shared a few beers with or without Donna being there. In effect I had resumed the role of older friend or uncle type figure for both, often helping out when an extra pair of hands were needed to move furniture etc. Then one day recently everything changed. Donna and John have been married for over 10 years, they have no kids as both have concentrated, successfully, on their careers.
One warm summer's day I was passing by, with some time to kill, when I saw Donna's car in the driveway. I pulled in and walked around the back of the house as I usually did.
I called out, "Hey Donna, how are you today?" as I walked into the kitchen through the back door. Donna was sitting at the kitchen table concentrating on her laptop screen as she typed.
I obviously startled her, she gasped, "Oh hi Bill." In a very flustered fashion as she closed her laptop quickly and looked at me with an extremely flushed face.
I calmly sat opposite her. I immediately noted that she was wearing a very tight skimpy top that clung to her firm, obviously braless breasts, her nipples poked through the fabric, looking so hard that I had to wonder what she had been doing when I disturbed her.
I chuckled, "Are you working from home today Donna?"
Donna replied in a trembling voice, "I have a major presentation to prepare, and decided to do it from home instead my busy office." Her erratic breathing slowed, but she looked quite nervous as we chatted for a few moments.
When I asked how her husband John was, she told me he was away on business for the rest of the week. She blushed profusely when I laughed and teased her about being a naughty wife in his absence.
After a few moments I asked, "Are you going to offer me a cup of your great coffee or will I have to get it myself?"
She blushed and giggled nervously "Of course Bill, milk and sugar as usual?"
I smiled, "That's my girl you know what I like." as she slowly stood up from the table.
I blinked at what I saw when Donna stood! My eyes went real wide and all those old feelings I had for Donna suddenly flooded my mind, when I saw the skirt she was wearing. It was a red plaid, school girl type, skirt, the type sold in adult stores, no more than 9" from waistband to hemline. Above the skirt were 3" of bare toned flesh between it and the bottom of her tight top, the skirt was so tiny that it barely covered her ass and pussy.
She could see the shock on my face and went a bright red as I smiled, "Nice skirt Donna!"
My cock reared inside my pants as I stared at those long sexy toned thighs. Donna was clearly uncomfortable as she moved to the far side of the kitchen to make my coffee. I stared at her as she worked, her back to me, my mind reeling, wondering what had been going on.
I started to make small talk about my own work as I turned her laptop to face me and opened it up. I almost gasped when I saw the window for an adult chat site. The open window showed the conversation I had obviously interrupted. Donna had been chatting with some guy with an ID called "Blacking the Female". I glanced at Donna, her back to me, that little skirt barely covering her firm ass as she seemed to take her time making my coffee.
I kept up the casual conversation as I scrolled upwards on the online conversation. I had to bite my tongue when I saw my own name mentioned. She had told this guy my age, appearance, how I was a close friend of her dad's and how she had fantasised about me for years. There in her own words I saw her tell him how her friend Susan had told her the day I saw her in the bikini and how it affected her and the day I saw her in her bra and panties and how she got wet when she saw me stare for a moment.