The younger woman had greeted him with a perky tone. She seemed sweet, cute even. With her big dark eyes and that sweet mouth. When she smiled it reminded him of cherries.
Never before had he seen a woman like that. In his small village back home in Germany, there were absolutely no women like her. There were many beauties to pick from of course, but until he met her he never realized the true meaning of lust.
Sure in the past he had crushed on celebrities, and the girl next door. With their light hair and blue eyes. However, it wasn't until he moved to American for work a decade ago that he had felt pure and unadulterated passion.
When he met her, it almost felt inappropriate. Her attire that is, until he realized over time it matter not what she wore. The sway of her thick hips and the bounce of her luscious tits could not be contained.
When she spoke, a cute little drawl came out. During their lunchbreak, she walked outside and her dark skin would catch the sun. It felt like being 18 all over again and having to hide a boner in front of class. Over time he had learned that her name was Angelique.
Initially he had trouble pronouncing the name with his accent, however, he ensured to practice it in preparation. There was a work mixer coming up soon, at a bar. Angelique had eagerly signed up help arrange the event. Usually, he hated these things, however he could not miss this.
Since he came to the States he had trouble dating. People often could be put off by his foreign heritage. Sometimes he'd be fetishized too. Which was great for getting a lay, but the sessions were never mind blowing. The women he had sex with were decently attractive and her respected them but... There was always something missing. They never quite stuck in his mind, they all blended into a wash of Ashley's and Jennifer's.
Sex was sex but, every time he spotted Angelique he longed for more. For the pulse pounding, trying your best not to come because fuck you need more because it feels so good type of sex. With the current roster, his mind wondered until the orgasm, and even when he ate them out until they came.
It was a problem, he had been introduced to the most sensual woman he had ever met and the others just weren't the same. Sex had lost it's spark. As someone who always took great care of his sexual health, he even lamented that he didn't need to get test as frequently as before. His last partner had been months ago. Like expected his results were negative for everything.
He longed for the sensation again, thinking of how fucking hot it would be to feel Angelique's velvety pussy against his dick. He inhaled through his nose, knowing that even if he scored it's not like she'd date him anyway. American girls didn't seem to be cool with dating a foreign guy. Which he didn't hold against them, but still, it felt hopeless at times. So he knew that at best he would be a fling for Angelique. He determined that would be okay, he'd be lucky to get anywhere with her at all.
Eckart sat in his office, a sigh blowing past his lips. The mixer was tomorrow night, was he even ready? Only time would tell
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By the time the mixer was ready to start, it felt like he was having palpitations. His buddy, Derek said he would head in with him and help his game a bit. However, he knew that attempting to get with Angelique was a wild card. Her body was something else, she was certainly curvy. No matter what dress she wore the shake of her magnificent ass was evident. Her thighs were round and thick and her chest carried the most wonderful pair of breasts he had ever seen.
With a steadying breath, he and and Derek arrived at the bar. It was bigger and louder than he expected. Derek laid a hand on his shoulder and gave him some some words of encouragement. Eckart steadied a breath and walked inside with his buddy.
As the evening drew on, He had not even seen Angelique. By the time the club was packed and way too loud to find anyone, he figured his chances of even seeing her were gone.
He turned to find his friend when he felt the softest brush against his arm. At this time he was a bit tipsy. However that did not stop him from instantly recognizing the woman before him. With her chestnut skin, long dark curly hair and big black eyes.
