Author's Note: All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Sarah Whitmore lay beside Michael Harper on his bed as she panted heavily, the married red-haired woman's chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The bedroom was filled with the pungent aroma of their passionate, but illicit, encounter that had just taken place, a heady combination of sweat and other bodily fluids. Outside the large windows to Michael's bedroom, the sun was starting to set over London, the end of another glorious summer's day in the capital. Since their first sexual encounter two days earlier in her office, followed by their extraordinarily risky, but mind-blowing, session the previous day in the VIP lounge at the gallery, both Michael and Sarah had eagerly anticipated a chance to have sex in bed to enable them to explore their burgeoning desires for each other in a more comfortable and relaxed environment.
It had been everything they had hoped for and more. They had both slipped away from the gallery early, both leaving separately and meeting up at Michael's apartment in Canary Wharf just after 4.00pm. It was a modern, minimalist apartment set in one of the new apartment blocks that dotted the area and had a stunning view of the River Thames from the balcony. However, neither of them took the opportunity to admire the view, with the married White woman pulling the Black man straight to his bedroom as soon as she arrived.
Their clothes had been hurriedly pulled from their bodies and they fell into his bed, a mixture of black and white arms and legs. Over the course of the next hour, Michael had been able to wring no less than five exquisite and mind-blowing orgasms from Sarah's pale white body as the redheaded woman had thrashed about on his bed, screaming and moaning loudly in delight. Finally, even he couldn't hold off any longer and he had come hard inside a condom while Sarah had gyrated wildly on top of him, her large white breasts bouncing erratically as she lost herself in the throes of her own climax.
"Oh, my God, Michael... I... I don't think I've ever come like that before," Sarah panted breathlessly, a satisfied expression on her flushed face. The Black man turned his head and glanced at her, a little smirk on his face. "You know, Sarah, you have the cutest expression on your face when you come."
Sarah felt her cheeks blush, her face turning an even brighter pink. "Michael!" she giggled in surprise and delight. He's naughty... but it feels so... good... so right, she thought happily to herself, enjoying the time with her new black lover.
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry, just thought you'd like to know," he said with a chuckle. "I'm not sure what I like more, your expression...or you screaming my name when you come."
She gave him a flirty little smile in return. "Maybe I'll show you more of both in the future," she said, leaving the promising hanging tantalisingly in the air.
He chuckled again and then turned to look at the time on his phone lying on the side table next to the bed. "What time is it?" she asked. "Just after 5," he replied, rolling back next to her, his gaze on the ceiling as he too clearly enjoyed the pleasant afterglow of their latest sexual encounter. "What time do you need to leave to get home?" he asked, the expression on his face indicating he clearly hoped to enjoy her company in this intimate setting for a little while longer.
"Not for a while; Anthony's got an international conference call with his team on tonight at work. He said he's not going to be home till at least 9 or 10," Sarah replied. She turned her head to look at him, a seductive little smile playing on her lips. "So, maybe we can stay here for a little while longer..." she purred. God, he's so handsome... she thought, taking in the sight of the Black man lying next to her on the bed.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Michael said as he laid back on his comfortable bed. Sarah rolled onto her side and snuggled next to him. He's so sexy, she thought, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against hers. She gazed at the profile of his face, the powerful chin, the rugged lines, the dark skin, and she felt another little flutter of arousal in the pit of her stomach. And he wants to have sex with me...
"Oh...wow," she murmured as her eyes drifted down to the condom still on his softening cock, realizing he still hadn't cleaned himself. My God, it's full, she thought. She could see the reservoir full of thick, white fluid -- evidence of his potency. "I can't believe that you came so much," she said softly, clearly half-amazed at how much he'd come inside the condom.
Michael chuckled softly as he glanced at her, a dark hand lazily caressing her pale arm. "What can I say? You bring out the best in me."
She reached down, gently stroking the condom, feeling both the warmth and the volume of his potent sperm inside the thin latex sheath. "I wish we didn't have to use these," she said wistfully, her fingers tracing the latex surface, still covered with the drying residue of her own arousal. It always feels better without it, she thought.
Michael turned his head and watched her with a mixture of affection, desire and concern. "Me too, Sarah. But we've got to be careful," he reminded her.
Sarah nodded, though a part of her was frustrated by the barrier between them. Before she and her husband had decided to start trying for a baby, she had been on the pill since her teenage years and had grown to enjoy the intimate feeling of firstly her boyfriends, and then her husband, ejaculating inside her. "Here, let me take care of this," she told him, with a little smile. Michael raised his eyebrows in surprise but from his expression it was evident that he was more than content to lay back on his bed while Sarah cleaned him up.
Carefully, she rolled the condom off his softening black cock, tying it up before tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed. Using a tissue from the box on the dresser, she cleaned herself of her own juices before returning to the bed, climbing in and snuggling next to him. Her eyes lingered on his thick, dark shaft, admiring its fullness and the contrast in colour to her husband's manhood. The size, the colour... it's so... intoxicating... she thought naughtily to herself.
"You know," she said, a teasing glint in her eye, "I've never been with an uncircumcised man before."
Michael's smile widened, and he reached out to stroke her cheek. "First time for everything, huh?"
She giggled softly. "Maybe," she said, her voice soft and playful, "And you've really explored me, but I don't think I've ever really taken a close look at you."
Michael raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. "Oh? What do you mean?"
Sarah sat up slightly, her red hair tumbling around her shoulders. "I mean...I haven't really taken the time to explore you properly. Especially not up close," she said with a naughty glint in her eyes.
Michael's smile widened, a mix of amusement and anticipation in his eyes. "Well, I'm all yours to explore," he said, his voice low and inviting. This was a new experience for him. Usually, his previous girlfriends had all wanted to dash to the bathroom to clean up. Having someone like Sarah, who wanted to snuggle and explore his body, was a different, and certainly enjoyable, experience.
