Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
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When I first met Stephen, I was love struck. He was exactly the type of guy I would always fantasize about, but never have the courage to date. A tall, blonde, older white man of about 60 would never be an acceptable guy for me to date seriously. My family would never approve their smart 30 year old daughter wasting her promising career as a black lawyer on a guy who in all honesty would be a hindrance to her freedom.
Stephen was also a lawyer at the same firm, but in a separate division, on another floor where most of the senior staff had their offices. He was easily over 6 feet tall and his golden blonde hair was kept long and often fell into his brown eyes. Those eyes were the first thing I noticed about him. I had been sitting near him in a large meeting via teleconference with a sister office in Dallas Texas, when I felt like I was being watched. I looked up to see Stephen smoothing his hair to the side and our eyes locked. The gaze we became trapped in felt like it lasted minutes, and as far as I'm concerned, it did. His eyes set me on fire, and it was at that moment that I became attuned to his movements and began to hope that he desired me as much as I wanted him to.
Here in Canada, interracial relationships are pretty common, and really not a big deal. I've dated Asian guys, Spanish guys, and even a Swede (one brave summer while traveling abroad), and never had any issues with the fact that we came from different backgrounds. The exception of course was that they were all the same age more or less. My fantasy of being with a much older man has always remained hidden, out of fear of rejection, or some other devastating complication.
After that incident with Stephen in the meeting, I began to dress a little sexier around the office when I knew he would be around. At first it was just to tease him, then after a few extremely flirtatious interactions with him, I began to dress exclusively in ways than would have me ready for him if I got the chance. One particularly scintillating interaction was a stolen moment in a stairwell. I took the stairs hoping for a minute to myself. I had been thinking about sex while sitting in my cubicle and I needed to refocus and meditate...then I ran into Stephen.
At that moment all that I could think about was a deep, hot desire for him to fuck me. I needed his cock buried inside of me, and to punish me for being such a bad girl and wearing those sexy outfits to tease him. I imagined that he had a long and thick cock, because his height and overall size seemed to dictate that he would be packing serious meat. I didn't care that he was twice my age at all, in fact the idea only served to turn me on more.
It was as though Stephen could hear my thoughts. He took one giant step toward me and gathered me in his arms.
"Are you looking for me?" he said as his hand caressed my face. I stood motionless, unable to come up with a response...so I leaned in and kissed him.
His lips answered my kiss by parting slightly and I took that as my cue to slip my pink tongue past his lips to show him that I wanted more. So much more.
Stephen backed me up against the wall of the stairwell and I felt my knees go weak. His large frame pressed against my body and I could feel his hard member through his pants and against my midsection. His strong muscular hands held my arms tight like one of those old fashioned kisses from the Humphrey Bogart Era, but much hotter and more interracial.
We broke our kiss after a little while to come up for air. I couldn't believe that I was so lucky to have my crush like me back, and be able to make out with this super gorgeous older man. I felt like I was 15 years old at that moment.
"Listen, I know you're married, and I know this was just a kiss, but would you like to come over to my apartment?" I was feeling lucky, so I decided to take a chance in case it was a hot streak.
"Yes, I would." He answered by whispering into my ear. He was seducing me, and the evidence of that was in my panties and dripping from inside of me.
We agreed to only call each other during work hours, and never send text messages or emails. If there was an emergency, we could only text 911 and wait for a call from the other person. I swear I've never been a mistress before! I just wanted him, and nothing else.
Stephen called me during my lunch break two days later to arrange our rendezvous. He told me that he couldn't wait to get me naked and that our kiss had given him multiple erections over the past 48 hours. He wanted to come over that night and I told him to knock on my door at 7pm.
I got home around 5pm and tidied my cozy apartment. I'm a spoiled brat, so I keep my apartment in tip top condition by having a cleaning service come by once per week. I always feel relaxed when I walk into a clean home, and my dark hardwood floors are more inviting when they sparkle.
Just as he had promised, Stephen arrived at 7pm with a faint knock at my apartment door. He looked sheepish when I opened the door, and held a crooked smile on his face as if he was a little embarrassed that he actually showed up, and I guess for making it clear that he wanted me that bad. When I warmly greeted him with a hug, his posture straightened.
"I'm so glad you came" I told him with a smile. My greeting put him at ease to see that I was excited for this to happen too. As we sat in my living room and I poured him a glass of red wine, he took off his shoes and loosened his tie.
"I was apprehensive of coming. I was worried you would see me as a 'creepy old man'," Stephen admitted as I snuggled up to him with my glass. I took a long sip to garner some courage and proceeded to tell him some of my fantasies, what I found sexy about him, and how glad I was that he came.
I had laid all of my cards on the table. I told him how I felt about him. Looking at the situation, I thought that my fantasies would be more daring than his; I'm an attractive black woman in her prime, with a promising career and no dependents, while Stephen is a 60 year old white guy with a wife, adult children, and probably retirement on the horizon.
Mathematically speaking I should not have been so attracted to him! But his upper body and arms were so muscular and strong looking, mixed with his hardly grey hair, and towering height made him such a hot piece, that I needed to get me some.
"Do you remember that time you caught me checking you out in that meeting a while ago?" Stephen asked as I finished my glass of wine.
"Yes, I think so" I responded meekly.
