Hi, my name is Sally. I'm a tall redheaded professional woman living in a major American city, in my early thirties, recently engaged to a terrific guy, Tom. Tom is also a professional, and we're very much in love.
I never in a million years would have expected the events I'm about to describe to have happened to me. I'm a straight-laced girl. Sure, I have had a normal number of relationships--and even been married before for a few years. And, yes, I'm considered quite nice looking. I have a cute face, and--if I do say so myself--an outstanding figure. Imagine curvy, with good-size breasts and a pert rear-end--and very long legs. Tom flatters me that I'm built like Scarlett Johansson but with long legs.
Life was going smoothly and uneventfully. I was looking forward to our wedding in a few months, and our careers were going well, too.
Then I met Jerome. It was on a flight home from a business trip. We were seated next to each other on a five hour flight in first class. I had gotten lucky with an upgrade. Jerome was a successful entrepreneur who routinely flies first.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was struck with his rugged and dark handsome appearance and physique. Not extremely handsome in the face, he nevertheless had rugged good looks. He was a dark chocolate black color with a neatly shaved head, perfect teeth, and 6-6 of pure muscle. I had never had the nerve to date black guys, but I was attracted to them.
We only chatted a bit early in the flight but starting about half way into the flight, I was finding Jerome charming and entertaining. He had me laughing. He waited until we are taxiing at the gate--like a gentleman so I wouldn't feel cornered--and asked me out. I reminded him I was engaged, and he replied, with his bright smile: "...but not married yet... Just honor me with one date. It'll be fun. Nothing need come of it." I couldn't resist his charming way and gave him my number.
Nothing came of it for a few weeks, and I had started to think maybe he had just enjoyed flirting with me. And then, unexpectedly, he did finally call. He was so warm and charming, I figured what harm could it do to enjoy one or two more dates before getting hitched? (I soon learned!) So anyway, I said yes, and we agreed to meet for a drink after work one day when Tom was going to be out of town.
Well, one drink and many laughs led to another drink--and then another. We were seated in a cozy dark booth in this upscale bar near Jerome's place-- another part of town from where Tom and I lived. Jerome had all the right gentle touches. Then he leaned in and kissed me. And I liked it so I kissed him back. We kissed and cuddled for a long time, and then--throwing caution to the wind--I let him convince me to go up to his apartment.
