Kay stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom, nearly nude and shaking with rage. The worst part was she was pissed off at herself.
At 45, she still had a good figure, never having had children meant she was spared the damage of childbearing so her stomach was still quite flat, her hips still narrow and her breasts, while small were still very firm and perky with sensitive pink nipples that stood erect when aroused.
Since her divorce fifteen years ago, she had committed herself to caring for her mother and making a reasonably successful career to support both of them. She didn't seem to have time for men and the few she had allowed into her life were usually unfulfilling.
Mom had passed away last year and now Kay was just lonely with no prospects. Dating was difficult for her as time had created an image of the perfect guy in her mind and settling for less was out of the question. That was until her best friend, Anne gave her the membership in the dating club to encourage Kay to get out and "have some fun."
This evening, Kay came home from work and spent three hours getting ready for her first Date Club event, a party at a local night spot. Her outfit had been carefully selected, from the matching red bra and panty set to the garter belt and silk stockings topped off with a conservative suit. The skirt as a bit tighter than normal for Kay, showing off her firm ass and short enough to show her shapely legs. The snug black blazer was very similar to those she wore to work everyday except tonight she wore it without a blouse showing off just enough of her creamy skin with an occasional flash of satin red bra to be sexy as hell.
She carried a small purse with some cash, a credit card and not much more. Following Anne's suggestion, she took a cab, "just in case you decide to go home with someone." Kay didn't think it likely, buy knew Anne would give her hell if she didn't listen.
As it worked out, Kay did have someone take her home, to her house and she did invite him in, sorta. She wasn't completely certain that she made any decisions on her own after meeting TJ, including having him drive her home in his Cadillac STS after they spent several hours at the party dancing together. She was attracted to his presence, confidence oozing from his every pore. She was turned on by the feeling of his rock hard body against his as they danced in the back corner of the bar. She loved how his chest smelled when she rested her head on it and how his arm felt as it wrapped around her when he guided her around the party.
It seemed to Kay that TJ knew exactly what she wanted to do at any given moment as he automatically did just the right thing. He knew when to ask her to dance, when to guide her from the floor, when to touch her arm and when to accidentally brush her breast or butt with his hand. TJ somehow knew precisely when to kiss her, to run his finger across her lips, cheek, jaw, neck and along the inside of the lapel of her jacket, his touch setting fire to the skin beneath it. He seemed to know what she wanted, or was it that she just wanted whatever he did to her.
Regardless, Kay was enjoying the confident seduction at his hand in spite of her underlying uncertainty of where it would end; the attention of a handsome confident man was doing her wonders.
TJ was tall and solid, two of the physical attributes she most desired in a man, he had class and his deep voice resonated deep inside her as they talked through the evening. He was handsome and charming, even his laugh as she fumbled with her keys at the door was attractive.
He called her "little girl" and that surprisingly also felt good to her. Kay wasn't like that, she didn't like men teasing her about being short and usually took great offense to such comments. From TJ it seemed natural, maybe because he was almost two feet taller than her. Or maybe it was the three drinks at the party.
She opened a bottle of wine and they shared it sitting on the loveseat in the living room Kay couldn't recall the last time she sat in her living room with a man, but somehow sharing the snug couch with TJ just seemed right. His touch stoked a fire within her and kissing him while he took a handful of her long coppery hair was unbelievable. She found her arms wrapped around his thick powerful neck as her tongue wrestled with his, the taste of his mouth was like the nectar of the gods and she found herself hungering for more with each passing moment.
In the back of Kay's mind, she knew where this was heading, TJ unbuttoning the blazer made it certain, And then it happened, her damn puritanical upbringing came to bear and Kay suddenly stopped, breathless.
"I can't do this..." she whispered.
"Do what?' TJ asked in his gentle deep voice.
"I just met you and we can't do this...."
"Kiss?"
"No, you know what I mean."
"Kay, were both adults and we're here alone."
"I just can't .... you're handsome and a gentleman... it's not you... it's just that.........." Kay felt a wave of guilt course through her body, quickly replacing her lust.
"Just that....." TJ asked as he pulled back from pressing her against the arm of the loveseat. "Just that I'm black?" Kay looked down and noticed his large hand resting against her, just below her sexy red bra. The contrast of her creamy white skin, red bra and his dark black hand was strikingly erotic. She had never considered interracial sex, not participating or even the concept of a black man with a white woman.
"No... it's not that at all..." she felt ashamed that he would even consider his color being an issue but his mention of it did raise a bit of a concern. "I'm not that way..."
"Not the kind of little girl who would have sex with a black man?"
"No, not entirely, it's just that we just met and I'm not the kind of girl who sleeps with any man on their first date."
"So you're just a good girl. Is that it?" The way he said "good girl" made it sound like a challenge, she looked at his face and noticed his great smile. He was teasing her. "Well.... not that good." she responded with a wink. They had resumed the flirting game they had played all evening."
"Really?" he teased "so there's a bit of a bad girl in there?"
"Mmmmmm maybe..."
"So you don't fuck on the first date." The word fuck seemed to feed on her lust. Normally such a comment would have shocked her into throwing him out, but this time it was erotic. "How about the second date?"
Kay laughed at his boldness and wasn't about to be topped by this man.
"It depends on the man and the date. Got something special in mind?"
"Really?" TJ asked, a mock shocked look on his face. "So... what sort of special would it need to be?"
Kay was liking this game and looked at the attractive black man with her most coquettish expression "Remember what you told me when I got in your car? There are no guarantees in life."
TJ's large coarse black hand eased up her stomach and under the sexy red bra sliding across her erect nipple before he began to stand up setting her afire. "We'll have to see what special things I can come up with for my sexy little girl. A gentleman never forces himself on a lady, regardless how hot she is. I gotta go before I forget that I'm a gentleman."
Kay was relieved and disappointed. The large charming black man was seconds away from her forgetting her rule and she wasn't certain it was what she really wanted.
He took her small hand and helped her to her feet, unsteady from lust and excitement as they walked to the door. Kay reached up and wrapped her arms over his broad shoulders, pressing her nearly nude breasts against him as they passionately kissed; she wanted him to come back for more. What that meant was the mystery to her. She needed a man and TJ was that and more.
Kay could feel something pressing against her as he pulled her against him, all she could think of was how powerful that something felt as she closed the door behind him.
"Dammit Kay," she thought to herself "you're a grown woman and your fuckin' puritanical bullshit has just assured you of a long night in bed, alone, pleasing yourself AGAIN."
Pleasing herself wasn't foreign to Kay, she had her favorite toys and knew quite well how to make love to herself; the point to this evening was to find something or more precisely someone else to do it for her. She heard Anne telling her, a hard dick is always better than any plastic one.
Anne had teased her about her sex life. Anne wasn't shy about her own adventures and shared tales of a typical Friday night spent with some younger hard body screwing her brains out. She seemed to have no trouble attracting attention with her lush cleavage and tight butt. Kay envied Anne's life, as the highlight of her own was highlighted by a sale on batteries at Wal-Mart.
Anne wasn't shy about much of anything and was no holds barred in advising Kay about men, dating and especially sex.
"You have to throw out that Mother Mary High School sex-ed bullshit if you want a good sex life. Remember, they were Nuns teaching you about having sex; sorta like having a blind man teaching you how to drive."
Anne told her one wine lubricated Sunday afternoon. "To them, intercourse is about reproduction; let's not even talk about making love to someone because it feels good and God forbid you even think about finding a good stiff cock attached to a hard body to fuck you senseless."
