Dear reader, this is mature, interracial, and with some lesbian, a little humiliation, and light homosexuality. To those who don't like my stories, please move on, especially the vile and abusive anon? To those who do like me, have fun, which ever way you want to, lol.
He was sat in his little all round glass box at the main gate, 360 degree vision. His job was to book cars, Lorries, and visitors into the compound, and direct people to where they needed to be.
He was bored out of his skull, he was thankful that it would only be for the next 6 months or so, while he waited to go to the law firm that had contracted him, in front of many others. To begin what he hoped was going to be a successful life, in criminal law.
He had a uniform, a tie, and a peaked cap, which he had to wear anytime he stepped out of his box! He knew he looked like a real Wally!
It was the only job he could get; he hadn't wanted to go straight into his preferred option, so he was having a sort of gap! If you counted working in kitchens as a skivvy, a job? One of the perks was, it gave him opportunities to chat up the girls, when it presented itself. And he had chatted a few up, his success rate was quite good, he had a regular girlfriend, and one or two on the side.
His best success to date, was a married woman in her early thirty's, he had caught her at a down time in her life, and he had had sex with her for about 2 month's, until one day she decided she had righted her ship and no longer needed him. He was sorry to see her go, but Hey Ho!
He was, he thought quite good looking, dark skinned, tall, over 6ft, a young man's powerful, yet still bony body, which was still growing. He was 21 years old and looking forward to his life. His name was Jake Masters.
He had monitors in his box, where he could watch over the grounds of the main building, his job was outside security, along with vehicle reception. He had prevented misdeeds whilst on night shift, that was when he was awake of course.
But by and large, though he was bored with the job, he knew it was important to his employers. So he did his best.
There was one woman who he longed to get a hold of, and indeed he had let her know in a roundabout way that he was more than interested in her. She was always nice and polite to him, always had a beautiful smile for him, and her eyes when she fixed them on him from the front seat of her car, knocked him sideways.
She was Helen Kilder, and she lived in the same road as he did, but she might have been a million miles away, her house was the big one at the end. She knew he had the hots for her, as most men who see her do. And she appreciated it more than he knew. Helen was nearly 40 years old, and worked as a PA to some guy in the main office building, he often wondered if she was getting it from him, the lucky bastard, he thought.
They had been neighbours for around 12 years; she had seen him more or less grow up. She had seen him turn from a shy young boy, into a confident young man, with a string of girls hanging on his arm. And he was good looking enough to attract lots of them, and unknown to him, she had known of his dalliance with her married colleague.
It had made her wonder what he had had, to enable him to seduce her, 'if only I could find someone like that, I would be more than happy,' she told herself, and the fact that he was black, actually gave her a turn on.
She had a good marriage in every sense except one, the sex was abysmal. Her husband had always been on the small side, coupled with a low sex drive. He had never been really interested in her sexually, even if she looked as good she did.
They had had a daughter, (somehow?) who was now in her second year at college, and her going had left a hole in her life, a hole that she was unable to fill.
And in all of her married life she had never been unfaithful, she had had lots, and lots of offers, and from some very good looking, powerful and rich men, men who could and would give her all she needed, but she had turned them all down, and a lot with great difficulty too!
But because of her husband's lack of interest, she had decided that if she were ever to be unfaithful, it would have to be with a younger man, not someone her age.
But her life was empty now, and she knew that one day she would accept an offer from a persistent suitor. It was getting to be when, not if. She had gone past the stage where her fidelity mattered to her. But she couldn't bring herself to find one; she had to be found by someone out there.
Helen was 5ft 5" tall, and utterly gorgeous, her hair was still her pride and joy, still lustrous even at her 39 years of age. Auburn, down to just above her slim shoulders, her face was a work of art, haven sent eyes that could still stun a man at 20 paces, she knew this because of Jake. She had got better as she got older; the girl in her had been replaced by an elegant sophisticated beauty.
She would smile at him, use her eyes, and knew she had him; it gave her a lift of immense proportions, to know she could turn a good looking boy's head such as him. It was always a great boost to her womanly ego, to see him with his tongue almost hanging out for her.
Her body was in great shape, she worked out regularly, she was toned and fit. But now her body was beginning to berate her for the lack of the loving attention it needed so badly.
She was getting more and more frustrated, her husband was a good man, and didn't really deserve to be hurt, but she needed sex, and she needed it soon, it had been more than 3 months since she had been successful with him. And she was getting more and more desperate.
She wasn't aware that fate was about to take her troubles in hand. Nor the complete turn around in her life because of it, she would begin to lead a life hitherto unknown to her.
Her husband was away on one of his frequent business trips, so she had the house to herself. She had been out shopping for a new vibrator; her well used old one had given up the ghost. But she hadn't been able to find one that she liked, she would have to go again tomorrow, or tonight to try and locate one.
Jake was doing a walkabout, he patrolled the grounds twice a day, mostly for something to do, and he usually tried to intercept Helen's afternoon arrival from her lunch break.
She arrived at the gate in her sporty brand new BMW, Jake wasn't there, but he was near at hand, Helen got out of her car and approached the glass cubicle, to see where he was, he had to operate the barrier. As she got up the steps and looked in to see where he was, she slipped. She fell against the door and went in on her knees.
Jake was right behind her, he called her name and went to pick her up. She had jarred her left elbow on the way down, and she moaned in pain.
'Are you okay Mrs Kilder, Helen?' he asked. His arms were around her as he lifted her to her feet. He could feel the swell of her tits on his forearms; it gave him an immediate hard on.
'Oh Jake, thank goodness you're here, I've hurt my arm somehow.' She whispered softly.
'I'll just go and move your car away, and then have a look,' he said as he walked her slowly to his chair, all the while keeping his arms in contact with her tits, and now his hard on pressed into her backside, 'she has to know I have a woody for her,' he thought to himself.
He sat her down, gave her a reassuring hug, nipped out and put her car on the side. When he came back he raised the barrier to all. Helen was holding her elbow gingerly; he got a damp cold cloth and applied it to her elbow. She thanked him with a huge smile. Helen had felt him holding her, and feeling her tits, and she had also felt his erection on her bum, she was feeling hot!
'Do you want me to get someone to drive you home Helen?' he asked.
'No Jake, I'll be fine, but maybe you could drive my car after work and get me home, would you do that for me please?' she asked softly. She could still feel him on her, even though he was now at her front.
'Of course I will, it will be my pleasure to help such a beautiful lady in distress.' He almost chortled.
