My name is Julie and I'm 28 years old. I've never been married but started dating when I was sixteen. Currently I'm dating a 29 year old named Gary who's really not a bad guy, but he seems to think that a lot of people and things are more important than me. It really bothers me even though I try not to let it. I called him last night and really let him have it. I told him that things would have to change if we were going to keep seeing each other. He apologized and asked me to meet him for lunch today so we could talk. I was exited that he suggested we get together and agreed to meet him at 12:30 at a small restaurant in a local outdoor mall.
I called in yesterday and left a message for my boss telling him I was taking day off so I could spend the morning getting ready for lunch. I wanted to look as sexy as possible so that he would want me more. I didn't set the clock and awoke around 9:30 am. I laid there thinking about Gary and how much I needed to feel his body next to me. I remembered the last time we had sex and how good he made me feel. It didn't take long for my right hand to slip under the covers and travel lightly across my flat stomach towards my pussy. My body shuddered as my fingers slipped over the patch of black hair and lightly touched my pussy lips. I moaned softly as my pussy moistened. Closing my eyes, I fantasized about Gary's tongue licking me and subconsciously slipped two fingers into my hot cunt and lost it.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh shit", I groaned out loud as I experienced a mild orgasm. "Damn, I better get up before I spend the whole morning getting myself off", I laughed out loud as I slowly slid out of bed.
I turned on the shower and stood looking at myself in the mirror while the water warmed up. Damn, I thought as I looked myself over. I'm 5'6"tall and 130 lbs. I work out everyday and my body showed it. My stomach looked as flat as ever and my boobs we're full and firm. I reached up and gave them a squeeze and watch my nipples get erect from the attention. I turned sideways and looked at my long black hair riding down my back to my firm ass. I smiled thinking about the effect I have on guys when I feel like flirting. Yes, I looked sexy.
I stepped into the shower and began soaping my hair. After rinsing it thoroughly I took the bar of soap and began running it over my body. The more I touched myself, the more I got turned on. I spent about fifteen minutes washing my body and rinsing off before getting out and drying off. I stood there naked, watching myself as I dried and brushed my hair. That's what I need I thought, taking out my razor. I lathered my pussy and, sitting on the edge of the tub, I shave most of my black hair, leaving a small tuft above my pussy lips. I stood and smiled as I looked at my handy work. "Yes, Gary should definitely like that", I said out loud.
I walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser drawer where I kept my sexiest underwear. No "everyday" undies today, I thought. My fingers sifted through the assortment, even though I knew what my final decision would be. I pulled out the maroon colored lace bra and put it on, followed by the matching bikini panties. I sat and slowly put on some stockings......the black flowered band at the top holding them in place. I stood and again smiled at the sight. I returned to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror for at least 45 minutes putting my makeup on.
I walked into my closet and took down a sexy black dress; not too provocative but not conservative either. It was cut low enough in the front to show off my cleavage and just high enough in the back to cover my bra. I capped it off with six inch black heels. I took one more look in the mirror before heading out the door for lunch.
I arrived at the restaurant around 11:45am and asked for a table for two. The waitress took me to a table near the window and I ordered a pomegranate martini. I sat there watching the people and lost track of time as I sipped my drink. I realized my martini was gone and looked at my watch. It was 12:30. I figured Gary got caught in traffic so I ordered another martini. I continued to look around as I sipped my drink but began checking my watch as I got more and more irritated. It was now after one and I wiped a few tears from my eyes as I realized that once again, he wasn't going to show up. Oh, he'd have some excuse, but the bottom line was he didn't care enough to call. I was pissed. I was just about ready to get the tab and get out of there when this tall, good looking black man approached my table.
"I couldn't help but notice you checking your watch," he said. "I don't think he's going to show so why don't I buy you lunch instead? He was around 6'2", maybe 40 - 45 years old and was well dressed in a suit and tie. I was really hungry and feeling sorry for myself as I looked him in the eyes.
"Sure, why not", I said in a soft voice. I needed someone to talk to. He told me his name was Andy and proceeded to call the waitress and order another drink and lunch for both of us. I told him my story about Gary as he patiently sat there and listened, smiling at me when I made eye contact. I should have refused the drink but I wasn't really thinking clearly. We ate and drank and I began to feel better. Andy seemed like a kind and gentle giant and, for some reason, I felt safe with him.
Without warning, he just floored me. "Why don't you spend the afternoon with me? I can make you forget Gary," he said.
I wasn't expecting that and without warning, I heard myself say in a sexy voice, "Oh, and what did you have in mind Mr. Andy?" It must have been the martinis talking, I thought to myself.
"Well, I know that I'm a little older, but there's a small motel across the street. I suggest we get ourselves a room and I show you how a real woman should be treated", he said in a soft voice. I could see that he was sitting there waiting for me to break his heart.
"Are you joking," I asked sheepishly.
"Not at all, Julie. What do you say, an afternoon of pleasure..........not strings attached."
