This is a work of fiction, intending to be enjoyed by consenting adults. If adult material offends you, please do not read further.
Chrissy Langton was a typical southern Californian. She was blonde, her hair coming down to rest just above the swell of her buttocks, blue eyes and a trim, athletic body honed from hours of surfing, blading and running. And while her looks got many admiring glances cast her way, it was her personality that was the most stunning part of Chrissy. People tended to gravitate towards her, she was open, warm, friendly and with a natural ease that most deemed to be a bit flirtatious.
Chrissy was finishing up her day at the mortgage company when Craig Davidson stopped by her desk. Craig was the essence of a black man. Standing 6’3”, he was lean from years of basketball, mainly college ball, but it was his easy smile and gorgeous eyes that caused most of the compliments passed his way. Although once a woman got to know him intimately, it was the size of his cock and his talent in the bedroom that outshone his other attributes. Craig was blessed with a 9 inch cock with plenty of girth and heavy set of balls that he loved women to suck on.
“What are you doing after work Chrissy,” he asked as he flicked his eyes over her body.
Chrissy was dressed in a black suit, the skirt stopping mid-thigh, with her full breasts filling out the jacket. To complete the outfit, Chrissy had paired a black onyx choker and a pair of three inch strappy heels with her suit. “I’m just going to head over to O’Brannigan’s for a beer and some dancing. Want to join me,” she asked as she bent down to pick up her briefcase. What she didn’t realize was that went she bent over, she flashed Craig the tops of her black lace covered tits.
Craig felt his cock begin to stir in his pants. “Yeah, that sounds like fun. But am I dressed ok for that place?” he asked.
Chrissy let her eyes roam over him, starting with his clean shaven head, his chocolate brown eyes and his full, sensuous mouth surrounded by a close clipped goatee. His broad shoulders were covered with a dark plum oxford that tapered down to his hips which sported a pair of khakis.
He sure is fine as hell
, Chrissy thought to herself,
I wonder if what they say about black men is true.
Craig drove Chrissy to the local watering hole, O’Brannigan’s, which could really only be described as a dive, but it seemed like tons of people flocked there on Fridays to forget the week or just hang out or find someone to keep them company for the night. As Chrissy swung her legs out of Craig’s Mercedes, he caught a glimpse of the lace tops of her stockings and a bit of tan flesh that was revealed where the lace stopped. Craig felt his balls start to tingle as she flashed a large smile up at him as he held out his hand to help her out of the car. As they walked into O’Brannigan’s, Craig’s hand found it’s way to the small of Chrissy’s back, partly to guide her through the crowd, the other part to have his hand resting at the swell of her backside.
Chrissy smiled and called out, “Hey Mike! How about two beers and two shots of Jack for me and my friend Craig?”
“Sure thing kid. Coming right up, why don’t you grab a table and I’ll have Sally bring them out to you,” Mike hollered back.
Chrissy snagged one the last tables, and smiled when Craig held her chair out for her. Over the next three hours, they shared round after round, told war stories of former lovers and flirted. At midnight, Chrissy excused herself to go to the ladies room. Once inside the stall, she found that she was aroused, her clit standing out from between her pussy lips. She wondered if it was from all the alcohol or more from the company she was keeping. She had to admit that Craig was tall, dark and handsome and from what her wandering hands had surmised, he was hung as well. She finished up and headed back to their table, a bit unsteady on her feet.
