It was a Friday. I entered the Gymnasium in my apartment and saw this man. I noticed him because he was a Negro. He had a very good physique and I didn't understand why he had to come to a gym. He was in his shorts and he was very attractive. I would say he was about 5ft, 9inches tall, and he was a typical sexy Negro. I stared at him for a while, but I withdrew my eyes when I saw him noticing me. Then I just went ahead and did my regular exercises. I always had this fantasy to make love to a black man with thick black cock.
My apartment is on the eleventh floor and the balcony opens onto the swimming pool. The following morning I got up and went to the balcony with my coffee. I slowly sipped my coffee and had a glance at the swimming pool. I saw the same man swimming in his trunk. I just could not take my eyes from him. He had a well chiseled body and was extremely attractive. When he got out of the pool, I saw the thickness inside his trunk. It was huge. I could not take my eyes off of that portion and suddenly I realized that he was looking at me. I withdrew my eyes and continued sipping my coffee. I just couldn't forget the sight of him coming out of that pool. I thought of him when I was in bed. I hugged my pillows and kissed them, imagining it was him. I fantasized his thick black cock entering my tight pussy. My breasts crushing under his strong chest. The thought was intoxicating. Quickly, I developed the urge to have sex with him, but I decided to control myself. I needed to control this urge, as I cannot get into bed with every sexy man I see. Fantasies need not have limits. Reality does. I tried to get him out of my mind, so I decided to avoid him.
A week passed by and I never saw him. I was happy to have avoided him. However, the next day I was coming home from the office. When the lift opened, I saw the same guy. This time he was not alone, but with a girl who was maybe 22 or so. He was holding her by the waist and she was very close to him. I could make out from her swollen lips and disturbed hair that they just might have had some great fuck. He just smiled at me when they got out and I got in.
I decided to get him out of my mind, but the sight of him with another girl made me jealous. I was burning with envy, even after I entered my flat. I thought for a long while and decided to tease him and play with him. I worked out my plan to make him jealous. My idea was to make him crave for me and then not to get into bed with him. The next morning I went to the swimming pool even before him, and started swimming in my swim suit. When he came very near to the pool, I got out. I stood outside the pool and started wiping the water in my body with the towel. I was wearing a dark blue swim suit, which was very tight on me and I knew that he could see my boobs popping out through the sides of the suit, and most of my ass was on display too, and I didn't pay any attention to him at all. I stayed there for another 3 minutes and then walked away as I saw that he was about to come over to me. I was sure he was disappointed.
In the evening, I went to the gym. I was sure that he would be there. He was, and I sat opposite him. I was wearing a tight low cut T-shirt and Bermuda. My cleavage was clearly visible and anyone could see my nipples erect and hard and pointing out. I started my exercise and pretended not to notice him. I could see that he was staring at me, but I didn't pay any attention to him. I noticed that he had developed a great big bulge under his shorts. He got up and came close to me. When he was about to reach me, I got out of the treadmill and left the gym in a rush. I am sure he understood that I was trying to tease him. I enjoyed that feeling. The next morning I saw him in the swimming pool again, and it was very early. I didn't go swimming that day and after an hour I went to the balcony with my coffee. The moment he saw me on the balcony, he got out of the swimming pool. This time I couldn't take my eyes of off his body.
He saw me staring at him and he waved his hand to me. I couldn't control myself and I smiled at him and then disappeared from the balcony. I felt a sudden urge in my body and I went to the bathroom. I removed my gown and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was happy to see my curvaceous body. I slowly got out of my panties and rubbed my fingers over my clit. I unclipped my 34C bra too and I was pleased to see my boobs bouncing out freely. I squeezed at my nipples and opened the shower. I spent 15 minutes under the shower and wished he was with me. I really wanted his presence there. A Negro with whom I had never spoken; I didn't even know his name! All I knew was that I wanted him deep inside him. Wanted to roll my tongue all around his black cock.
I didn't go to the gym that evening, but the next evening I met him in the lift. He smiled at me. I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't help smiling back. He started the conversation.
"Hey, I am Jimmie Johnson. You can call me Jim," he said.
"Hi,' I replied, 'I'm Reshma."
The lift reached my floor and I stepped out. He was about to say something to me, but I just breezed out and entered my apartment. His introduction made it clear to me that my teasing had worked and he had noticed me now. He was dying to get acquainted with me, but I wanted to tease him more.
Two more days passed without us meeting each other. Then, on the third day, when I got off of my bus and was walking to my apartment, it suddenly started raining. I was wearing black pants and a formal, white blouse. I started running and then I saw a car stopping in front of me. I saw the apartment sticker on the car and got into it when the driver opened the door.