I'm a 37-year-old white guy called Nick and I'm happily married with two children. I currently work for a major financial services company in London, England. Life is good, very good in fact. I'm in a well-paid highly respected senior role looking after all the ex-pat traders who come to work here from all over the world. I get plenty of freedom at both work and home and the traders and I have loads of fun as a team out on the town.
It was one such night when I first met Karen, a settlement clerk from a bank located just down the road. We were drinking in a bar just along the road from our offices and she was there with a few friends. I saw her spike heeled shoes first, her bright red toenail polish and then her long legs, sexy short skirt with figure hugging blouse topped off by her long blonde hair and pretty face. Wow…she was really fantastic looking and I wasn't the only one who had noticed. Two young guys in flashy suits were buying her and her friends champagne while they were standing at the bar chatting them up.
Oh well I thought, at least I get to look and I'm not having to lay out on expensive champagne to do it. I had a few drinks with the team and when it was time to leave I started walking down the steps to the street and there she was with two other girls trying to get a cab. Here was my opportunity I thought, "Want a lift girls?" I asked casually as I flipped the central locking on my black BMW parked outside as I spoke. They all looked at the car and then me before Karen said, "Where are you going then?" I smiled and said "I'm sure it'll be your way…where are you trying to get to?" now she smiled too and said "I'm going to catch the train to Cambridge actually so a lift to Kings Cross Station would be great…is that OK?" I nodded and turned to her friends, wished them a good weekend and said goodbye.
Great, I'd got her on her own without even having to try and that was just what I was after. As she got in the car I got my first real chance to check out those long legs…perfectly shiny smooth and so tanned too! As I started the car we did the formal introductions bit and then chatted easily as I drove through town.
She was 23 and had worked in London since leaving college 5 years ago. She had just got engaged (damn!) and was on her way up to spend the weekend with him in Cambridge. He was called David and was a 27-year-old software writer who had met her nearly 3 years ago when he worked in IT support at her bank. They were planning to get married in the spring and her parents were going to pay for a big society wedding. She had accepted his proposal after they'd both agreed that they had both had their fun and now they could be faithful to each other and settle down.
Suddenly she said, "Stop the car…I think I feel sick!" and as I pulled up she jumped out and ran into an alley just by where we'd stopped. She returned a couple of minutes later looking a bit pale and shaky, "Sorry about that…it's the champagne, don't know why I ever drink it!" I replied gently "You OK now…I'm not being funny but you don't look too clever!" she seemed even paler now. She explained that she hadn't been sick but that she felt a bit dizzy. I told her that a train journey was the worst thing she could embark upon right now and perhaps she should wait until she felt a bit better. She opened the window and we drove off down the embankment and out through Chelsea towards West London. "Look" I said "My mate Philip has got a flat not far from here, how about I call him and we stop off and let you freshen up a bit?" She had a bit more colour now "Who's Philip…won't he mind us just stopping by at short notice?"
I explained that Philip was one of my traders and that he was an American guy over here for a 3-year posting. He was really friendly and was always happy to have visitors on account of the fact that he lived on his own and got bored. What I didn't explain that he was a great big black guy with hands like shovels and that I got neck ache talking to him because he was so damn tall…but hey why bother, she'd find that out for herself if he was in. As we pulled up outside I could see lights on in the living room…he was in!
I rang the bell and called through the letterbox, "Phil…it's me Nick, I've got a friend with me!" he opened the door, smiled and said, "So you have man…and she sure is pretty!" and winked at me. Philip was wearing a white towelling robe and apologised that he'd just got in from work and had a shower. I introduced Karen and explained that we were on our way across town but that she wasn't feeling too great. Philip went into 'hospitality mode' and was a real gentleman as he showed her into the bathroom giving her a fresh towel to use as she went.
He put the coffee on and we went through and sat in the living room and chatted while we waited for Karen to freshen up. I told Philip not to get too excited as she was engaged and on her way home to her fiancé for the weekend. Pretty soon she wandered through looking a lot better, lipstick freshly re-applied and perfume too. She looked great and as Philip served the coffee she settled down on the couch. Philip sat down next to her and we chatted about working in the City and how much fun it was. We were telling her all about the team and what a mad bunch they were and she was giving us the low-down on her friends.
Suddenly a look of shock came over her face, she stopped in mid sentence and her jaw dropped open. She was looking at Philip's robe, which had fallen open…revealing a big black cock! For a few seconds nobody spoke and then Philip laughed and said "Ever seen one as big as that then babe?" and laughed again "No…I haven't," she stammered.
He pulled the robe further open exposing his big ball sack too and simply took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock and told her to touch it. I watched spellbound…I really couldn't believe what I was seeing. She giggled and then said, "It's huge, simply huge…how long is it?" Philip laughed and said "Oh I don't know maybe 10" or so…I've never actually measured it but it'll get even bigger if you keep stroking it!"