A knock on the door of the restroom at the local gas station shocked me back to reality. I stood staring into the mirror in total disbelief after gargling and spiting out half of the Mountain Dew that I clenched. What had come over me? How could I have done such a thing? Did I intend to follow through with the plan I just agreed to? Would I come to my senses, submit to my lustful desire, or just chicken out as predicted? One thing was for sure, I had the weekend to think about it. Right now I had to tidy up, regain my composure, and come up with a believable story to tell my husband who had been waiting for me to get home going on two and a half hours.
The half hour drive home was slow going as my mind raced. Visions of what had just taken place overwhelmed me with feelings of guilt and disgust, as well as desire. I had followed part of a plan my husband had come up with, one I had jokingly, partially agreed to, and no intention of going through with. After all I told my husband, Donte' was probably not interested in a lady fifteen years older, though he was recently divorced from a nice looking white woman. The thought of flirting with a black man was disgusting, having sex with one was repulsive. However we did have something in common, we were both considered trouble makers at work. He because he was the only black man, and me because I'm a feisty little redhead. He had filed a discrimination lawsuit at work and was on the verge of a big payday and possibly a promotion as my new boss. I on the other hand, had a personality conflict with my boss and we couldn't stand each other. I was in fear of loosing my job. The plan basically was to see if there was any attraction, and if so, over time I would entice him into a sexual relationship and then file a lawsuit against him and the company. It sounded good but then so did calling in sick on my way to work Monday morning, a plan hatched ten minutes ago.
I called earlier in the day to inform Randy that I would be a little late getting home. After a lot of thought and taunts from Randy I called Donte' and he agreed to meet me. I told Randy I decided to go ahead and launch step one of the plan. He sounded extremely excited. We had decided on asking Donte' if he would agree to be a witness for me under the Weingarten Act in case I was called in to my bosses office for disciplinary reasons, that way he and I could become better acquainted. Up to this point we had only said hello to one another in passing. He had no idea what the meeting was about, only that I as an administrative secretary for his boss wanted to meet with him, in private, after work.
Randy had instructed me to meet Donte' in the parking lot at the local skating rink. It was a Friday night and a lot of people would be there. I was to park far away from the building and motion for him to get in my vehicle upon his arrival. I was to lock the doors when he got into the vehicle and say, "now I got ya, and there is no escaping." This would break the ice and depending on his comeback see if there was any interest in me. If there was I was to lightly flirt with him to set the plan in motion.
I was first to arrive at the skating rink and headed for the far corner. Clouds were moving in and it was beginning to snow again. It was late November and a full moon was perched on the mountains through my windshield. As I sat there I nervously wondered if I could really go through with this. What if he attacked me? I reached into my purse for my pepper spray. Several minutes passed and I saw his big truck enter the parking lot. I flashed my lights and he turned in my direction. He rolled down his window as he pulled up next to me. I rolled mine down as well and invited him to join me. The skating rink was totally obscured from view as I sat and watched him pass in front of my Subaru. We had never really had much interaction at work and I was surprised at how big he really was when he climbed in beside me and shut the door. I had never been this close to a black man before, especially alone in the dark. The smell of his cologne was pleasing. I struggled with the thought of locking the doors. Suddenly my left hand pushed the auto lock, as if it had a mind of it's own.
"Now I got ya and there's no escape," I giggled.
"Only a fool would want to escape from you Lenora," came the reply.
"You can call me Lena, I guess you've been wondering why I wanted to meet in private."
"Definitely, it has to be business though, you don't seem like the type of woman who likes to fool around, if you know what I mean," he smiled.
Wow, Randy was right, he bet that Donte' would come on to me. Before I knew it I suddenly blurted out very coyly, "oh, and what type of women would that be?"
"Well, I mean you're a very pretty and mature woman and odds are you would never consider having anything to do with a black man right?"
"That's very flattering Donte' thank you, but you need to get your eyes checked."
"So I guessed right, it's business, tell me though, have you ever had a relationship with a black man?"
"No, I haven't."
"Do you have something against black men?"
"No, I guess I just never was around any black men, I've led a pretty sheltered life."
Over the next hour we exchanged information about work and had a great conversation. I was surprised at how engaging and intelligent he was. He was also funny and I found myself slapping his thigh several times as we laughed. As the snow built on the windshield we sat, as if in a cocoon, in our own private world. The dim amber and red lights from the instrument panel and soothing sound of music from the radio seemed to cast a spell on us. We soon were removing our coats, overcome with the warmth we shared from the heater. As we sat there I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have sex with him. I felt myself becoming aroused. He was around six feet, a good eight inches taller than me and had a very strong upper body, big arm muscles and hands. He was very black and quite attractive, I guessed him to be around thirty.
"I better get going, Randy is going to start worrying about me?"
"Does he know we're meeting?"
"Yes, it was his idea to get you as my witness, knowing that it would piss management off."
"A smart yet trusting man, your Randy. What would he think if we became really close?"
"That all depends on what really close means Donte'."
"Well, you know that when I win my case there is a good chance that I could end up being your boss, don't you?"
"No, I didn't, but that would be fine with me."
"Your job would require some travel and stay overnight as my assistant. Are you comfortable with that?"
"As long as we have separate rooms, I snickered."
"You said you've never been with a black man, yet we have enjoyed each others company now for over an hour right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Do you feel closer to me now then you did an hour ago?"
"Yes, I feel we have a established a trust between us, and a friendship that I wasn't quite prepared for."
"Good, now that we're friends, we should be able to be totally honest with each other, and I just want you to know that you're very desirable."
"Really, since we're being honest, I find myself totally at ease with you, and I sense a physical attraction between us."
"Be careful now Lena, you know the old saying, once you go black."
"Yeah, I know, you never go back. That wouldn't have anything to do with the other old saying would it?"
"Would you be talking about bigger is better Lena?"
"Maybe, rumor has it all you black men are supposed to be bigger, any truth in that?"
"It all depends, you've never seen a black cock?"
"Only once in a porn movie, and he was pretty big."
"How would you like to see a real one?"
"Hmm, I don't know maybe."
I couldn't believe where this conversation was going, yet I was for some reason a willing participant. I was becoming aroused. Suddenly it occurred to me as he began to unzip his pants, I was about to get an up close and personal look at a real black cock. Now I've only been with a couple of guys in my life and they were average, at best six inches. Apprehension overcame me.
"No, no I don't think I want to see it."
