I'm one of those people who don't put much faith in dreams or fantasies but I never felt there was any harm in having them. I've had this fantasy for almost a year. I didn't just come to mind, it was something I'd seen on an x-rated video my husband had.
Darren, my husband and I have been married for almost three years. I hadn't dated much at all before I met Darren. I realized I shouldn't have been so eager to get married. We still loved each other but the sex was just not like it was in the beginning. It wasn't dull and boring but it was getting pretty close to bordering on it. Some of my friends in the office where I worked seemed to be falling into the same situation. I often listened to them discussing their sex lives. It even appeared like some could be heading for divorce. Some of the girls had their fantasies. Fantasies were a favorite subject discussed during our hour-long lunch breaks. I kept quiet about mine, knowing some would frown upon it.
My fantasy was having wild sex with a black guy, a good-looking black guy. If my husband knew I'd even thought about having sex with anyone else, he'd go nuts. It was just a fantasy, nothing I'd consider fulfilling. It was only happening in my mind and that's as far as it would ever go.
I work as a receptionist for a marketing firm. I meet a lot of people everyday. I'm not bragging but quite a few guys have hit on me even though my wedding ring is quite prevalent. I assume most of them are just flirting so I never take it seriously. It's just their way of being friendly. I'm 5'8", slender build with shoulder length blonde hair. I'm always smiling; it's part of my job. Maybe my looks and pleasant smile are why some of the guys come onto me from time to time.
Every weekday at 4:30, our express package service guy makes his daily stop to pick up our overnight packages. He's quite a flirt, even though he's usually in a rush. I'm sure he flirts with most of the receptionists on his route. With his great looks and physique, he probably even scores with a few of them. The fact that Kenton's a handsome black male adds to his charisma. For the past week, I'd noticed Kenton had been a little more expletive with his remarks. He also spent more time flirting with me than usual. Although he made me laugh with his blatant remarks, it also made me wonder if he might be trying to actually score with me.
It was Friday evening, almost 4:30. Kenton should be coming through the doors at his usual fast gait at any minute. Time for our battle of witty remarks. I saw his truck pull up in front of our building, its brakes squealing like fingernails scraping across a blackboard. Kenton came charging through the doors heading directly towards me. He had his usual smile on his face.
"Hey Melissa, what's happening?" Kenton greeted.
"Not much. How about you?" I replied, smiling.
"Just waiting for the weekend!" Kenton responded. "Chiefs are playing tomorrow afternoon, a Saturday game."
"I'm not a big football fan, but I watch it occasionally." I said. "My husband hates the game."
"Too bad for him. Anything else he hates?" Kenton asked, grinning.
"Well, me at times probably." I replied, smiling
Kenton stopped grinning when he heard my callous remark. I shouldn't have said it. It was just something that slipped out. It certainly killed our conversation. He signed for the packages, handing me the receipt. He rushed back out to his truck. I finished up my work, leaving at 5:00.
I slept in late the next morning. Darren was working this weekend so I had the whole day to myself. I thought I'd drive out to the mall and get some shopping done. I strolled through the mall walking past most of the stores. I decided to get a cup of coffee and something to eat at the food court.
"Hey Melissa" I heard a familiar voice shouting. I looked around to see Kenton standing at one of the soft drink vendors. I waved and smiled at him. He got his soft drink and approached my table. He didn't sit down; he stood across the table from me.
"Doing a little shopping I see." Kenton remarked.
"Yeah, treating myself to some new clothes." I said. "Bought a new leather skirt for work."
"Cool! Bet you'll look hot in it!" Kenton exclaimed, smiling.
I blushed at his remark. I had to look away so he wouldn't see me blushing. Blushing was always a little embarrassing for me.
"Thought you'd be home getting ready for the Chiefs to play?" I asked.
"Not for a couple of hours yet." He replied. "It's a later than normal start. You going to watch the game?"
"No, I'll probably be doing laundry or cleaning the house." I answered.
"Well, you can always come over to my place and watch if you want." Kenton stated, his voice sounding sincere.
"I may just take you up on that offer." I replied.
"OK. Let me give you my address." Kenton said.
He took a napkin from the table and printed his address on it. He handed it to me. He had a big smile on his face like he actually expected me to come over. I thanked him and told him I might see him later.
I watched him walk down one of the corridors of the mall till he was out of sight. I did a little more shopping before leaving the mall. The thought of going over to Kenton's to watch the football game crossed my mind several times. Should I or shouldn't I. Even if I did, I wasn't sure he actually wanted to have sex with me. If he did, would I let him, would I let myself? I couldn't make up my mind what to do.
I drove home, still thinking about Kenton's invitation. If he'd given me his address, he must have been sincere and he must have expected me to show up. The house was quiet and empty with Darren at work till late this evening. I didn't want to just sit here in front of the television all by myself. I decided to go over to Kenton's and watch the game or whatever else we decided to do.
I took a quick shower, fixed my hair and put on some make-up. I put on a few drops of perfume. I was trying to be seductive although I hadn't even realized it. I picked a red blouse to go along with my red leather skirt. High-heels seemed like over-kill but I decided to wear them anyway. I checked myself in the mirror to see how I looked. I hoped Kenton would like my outfit.
I checked Kenton's address. It was in a nice apartment complex on the south side of town. I made the drive in about thirty minutes pulling up in front of the apartment's address. I took a deep breath and grabbed my purse. I walked up the path to Kenton's apartment, hesitantly. I wasn't sure if I should be doing this. I knocked on the door and soon heard footsteps approaching from inside. Kenton opened the door, smiling. He acted like he was expecting me.
"Hey, come on in." Kenton greeted me. "The game's just about to start in a few minutes."
I smiled as I entered his apartment. I was surprised at how nice it was. I imagined the rent was sky high. Kenton complimented me on my attire. I thanked him for his kind remark. He motioned me into the livingroom and I took a seat on the couch. Kenton asked if I'd like something to drink. I told him a soft drink would be just fine. I'm not a drinker at all. Kenton returned with a coke and a beer for himself. The pregame show was still on so we just chatted about his apartment. He gave me a brief tour including the balcony bedroom, which overlooked the living area. I was impressed to say the least.
The game was starting as we sat down in front of the big screen tv. Kenton put out some snacks for us to munch on. He was quite the host; he seemed to have thought of everything. The game was very one-sided. The Chiefs walked all over the other team like they weren't even on the field. Kenton and I laughed at the fumbles and mistakes the Chief's opposition made. We started conversing just to keep ourselves entertained, ignoring the game entirely.
Kenton had a big interest in high performance cars, something I also had an interest in. I guess I inherited it from my father. Dad was a hot-rodder from the muscle car era. Kenton liked to photograph cars at local car shows and cruise-ins. He was quite well known amongst the other car enthusiasts. He brought out some of his photo albums so I could see his work. I was really impressed. We sat together on the couch. I noticed how big his hands were as he turned the album pages. Sitting close together on the couch was having its effect on me.
I leaned back against the cushions of the couch. Kenton leaned back putting his arm along the back of the couch. I felt his hand drift down to my shoulder. I crossed my legs, becoming a little nervous as he touched me. We looked at each other for a brief moment. Kenton leaned down to kiss me and I let him. My lips responded to his as he kissed me passionately. I put my hand on his arm as he pulled me in closer to him. We kissed for several minutes, breaking occasionally to catch our breaths. I was so turned on by his mouth working on mine. I didn't want him to stop.
