She certainly wasn't beautiful - at least in the classical sense. And she was black - not that that's bad. In fact, it's what got me interested at first..
She's 26, as I found out later. I guess one could describe her as stocky, probably about 5-foot-6. She has just a beautiful face, sparkling eyes, a more than ample chest, and muscular legs - fine, very fine, muscular legs.
I work out daily, or nearly daily in the health club where she works. I'm afraid that at my age the workouts do more for my mind than for my body. There's no doubt that I'm on the heavy side but so is she.
For her to get to the administrator's office, she would have to walk through the fitness room and I was usually using the Stairmaster while I read the morning newspapers. Often she would be wearing a T-shirt, sweatpants or maybe shorts. The shorts really showed off her muscular legs.
She would often smile at me as she walked past - a friendly smile but nothing really sexy. I certainly never thought that we could get together - the age difference being just too great. Women in their 20s generally aren't looking for romps in the hay with guys in their mid 50s. But one could hope.
It was a mid-January day - cold - but no snow. I had finished my workout, showered, and stopped at the front desk to get my wallet and car keys. She was standing there as the attendant gave me the keys and wallet.
Then she popped the question. "Mr. Campfield, could you give me a ride to the garage to pick up my car?"
"Sure," I said. "Which one is it?"
She said it was the one out Main Street. That was on my way home and I didn't think much about it. My car was parked in the lot and she walked out with me. She was wearing a coat and sweats (a top and bottom) - nothing sexy here.
As we got into the car, I told her she could call me Bryan. She said her name was Janelle and apologized for imposing but she needed to get her car and noboby at the health club could get away. I told her it was perfectly OK.
The drive was about a mile and we just talked about the weather and other routine stuff on the way to the garage. When Janelle got out of the car at the garage, she asked me to wait a minute.
After heading into the office, she returned quickly. She said her car was ready but that she wanted to thank me for the ride. She wanted me to follow her home for some coffee.
Sounded good to me.
I followed her home. It was early evening, and darkness had already settled in. She pulled in the driveway of split level and I pulled in right behind her. She bounded up the steps and I followed as she opened the door.
I asked if she lived alone. "No, my mom lives here too. My dad died several years ago," she said. "Mom's at work - she's a nurse."
She made coffee - offered me a cup and then excused herself. "I've been working all day and feel dirty. I've got to take a shower," she said. "I'll be right back."
I heard the water running upstairs as I drank the coffee. I have to admit my dick was getting hard just thinking about her in that shower, soaping down those tits, rubbing the soap into her pussy. But even as I got excited, I thought it was a longshot that anything would happen. After all, those chocolate sisters like those 10-inch poles of the brothers, not what an old white guy could offer.
I heard her come down the stairs and she came into the kitchen wearing a brown robe that covered all of her. She had on slippers and really looked pretty darn domestic.
She reached over me to get a coffee cup and I thought I felt her breast rub against my shoulder.
I turned a little and our eyes met - and then our lips. Our tongues exchanged touches and there was a chemistry.
I pulled back a bit. I admit I was startled. She smiled.
"I wondered what your reaction would be," Janelle said. "I don't know what the attraction is but I think you are handsome in a dignified way and wanted to pursue it. Should we?"
She dropped her robe on the floor.
I looked.
Her tits weren't perfect, they sagged a bit --- they were 38Cs. The nipples reminded me of Hershey kisses, with a little bit more of a rounded point.
I looked down. Her stomach was rounded, not flat. Oh, so attractive.
Next was her pussy - or what was there. She had the biggest bush I had ever seen on a woman. My first wife was hairy down there - but not like Janelle.
"Like what you see?' she said. "You bet, " I stammered.
"My bedroom's upstairs," she said. "Let's go."
She was naked as she went into the bedroom - I was getting there. First came off my polo shirt, then my trousers and socks. The hardon that I had was making a tent in my jockey shorts.
She pulled the shorts off, a grabbed my erection. "This will surely do - not that long but plenty thick," Janelle said. Her hand went to my balls and then I felt her middle finger against my asshole. Just a gentle rub, no penetration.
In the meantime, I was kissing her and then I cupped her tits in my hands and started sucking those Hershey nipples.
The lights were dimmed in the room as if we needed to see what we wanted to do.
I whispered that I wanted to eat her. I went to my knees, she stayed standing. She widened her legs and her hands went to her pussy hair. She spread her legs and with her hands pulled back the pussy hair.
Her lips were nearly as dark as her nipples. I could see her clit. She was wet.
I started licking her lips, up one side, down the other. She started moaning, then talking - "lick my pussy, lick my cunt, drink my juices." I kept licking and swallowing her juices - they tasted oh so good. Then I went to the clit and kissed it, then sucked it ever so gently.
"Oh, oh, I coming," she said.
She fell back on the bed, her juices leaking from her pussy. They rolled down the crack in her ass onto the sheet. I kept after them, licking down toward her asshole, making sure I didn't miss any of her juices.
I moved my mouth over her hairy pussy toward her tits again, then to her mouth. Our tongues met again - she tasted her juices.
We rested for a moment. She whispered, "I thought you'd be good with your mouth. I've always heard that white guys are good pussyeaters. That's true. Most brothers don't care about pleasing us. They are selfish. You weren't selfish with your tongue."
"Let me do you" she said. She bent over and grabbed my balls and licked the sack and then started on my cock - up one side, then down the other. I'm not circumsized and she pulled the foreskin back a bit as her lips settled over the head.
She was a wonderful cocksucker ------ she worked my balls, then jacked off my cock before taking all my cum in her mouth. Once again we kissed - this time I tasted my own cum.
