This story began when I was just over eighteen. I didn't have much experience with girls at the time; in fact, I was still a virgin. There was one woman who was the main object of my fantasies back then, our next door neighbor, Maya Grant. She was a lot older than me, in her early to mid-thirties, and lived alone. Maya was also black. There weren't many black people in our community, but I've been immensely attracted to black women for most of my life, and I'm certain Maya had mostly to do with awakening those desires within me. She was so good-looking, and one of the sexiest women I've ever known.
Unfortunately, I didn't have much contact with Maya. She ran her own small business, which kept her extremely busy. On top of that, with her being so much older than me I never had many opportunities to speak to her. My parents weren't particularly good friends with her either, so I didn't know a lot about her. Besides her owning a flower shop, all I really knew was that she was most likely single. My mom once told me Maya was divorced, but she wasn't even sure about that. I'll never forget one time I ran into Maya and we had a brief chat. She seemed very friendly, and her boisterous laugh was unforgettable. I'd hoped that encounter might lead us into having more conversations, but unfortunately that didn't seem to be in the cards.
Unfortunately, my main "interaction" with Maya at this time was one way. During the summers, Maya would completely blow my mind with one of her favorite pastimes, lying out in her backyard sunbathing. She would usually be out there for quite a while too, reading a book or listening to music on her headphones. Maya had a high fence surrounding her yard, which makes me think she believed nobody could see her, and this was mostly true. However, if I went upstairs to my bedroom I could usually get a decent peek at her, even if the angle I was sitting at was a bit uncomfortable.
As far as I knew, Maya wasn't really the type to wear anything revealing, but the bikinis she'd wear while sunbathing were shockingly skimpy. My favorite was a canary yellow string bikini. Not only did the color look stunning against her rich, dark skin, but her it revealed her gorgeous body better than any of her other outfits. Her massive boobs, which were at least DD's, spilled out everywhere all around the tiny material covering them, almost like they were a size too small, and the bottoms were no more than a thong. Not many women could pull off an outfit like that, but Maya was in amazing shape. I've heard it said that it's physically impossible for a woman to have the measurements of a Barbie doll, but Maya might be able to prove otherwise with her voluptuous tits and ass but extraordinarily trim waistline. As I would find out later this was mostly due to exceptional genetics, although Maya did eat very healthy as well.
Although I knew it was kind of a pervy thing to do, I couldn't resist spying on Maya whenever she'd go sunbathing. I was fairly certain she couldn't see me looking at her from my window, but I still took every precaution I could. She looked so sexy, confidently strutting around in her dark sunglasses, which weren't large but nevertheless covered more of her face than the rest of her clothing did her body, and it would never be long before I was ogling over her virtually flawless figure. Sometimes she would even lay on her stomach and untie the string to her top, leaving those enormous tits squashed against her lounger. I would always hope that something would happen to make her sit up without remembering to cover up, but it never happened. As much as I loved looking at that shapely ass of hers, her tits were the most incredible I've ever seen; I think I would have died if Maya had ever sunbathed topless or anything like that. It didn't really matter either way though, as what I did see during those sessions was more than enough to get my dick rock hard. I won't bother recounting what else I usually did while watching Maya sunbathe, as I'm sure that's pretty obvious by now.
Nothing really happened for the first six or seven years after Maya moved in next to our house, besides her being the main object of my schoolboy fantasies. The real story begins after I graduated from high school. My grades weren't quite good enough to get into the college I wanted to attend, so I took a year to try and improve some of my grades at night school. To my complete surprise, Maya was one of the students in my English class. I had no idea how to react to her, as I had barely spoken to Maya leading up to this day, so I mainly kept to myself on the other side of the room from where she usually sat. She didn't really seem to want to acknowledge me either, so I thought it best to keep my distance.
Everything changed one day when our class was discussing a short story we'd been assigned to read. I don't remember much of the details, as this event took place a long time ago, but I do remember that it was written by a black woman. Something the teacher said in her analysis really irked me, and I thought it was shockingly racist. Normally I don't speak much in class, but when the teacher called on me for my thoughts on the story I couldn't help but tell her how wrong I thought her previous statements had been. I can honestly say my actions had nothing to do with Maya being there, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Of course, the teacher still shot me down for going against her like that, but I didn't care. I'd said what I wanted to say.
After the class was over, I left the room. To my surprise, Maya was waiting in the hall for me.
"Daniel, right?" she asked. "You're Joyce and Frank's boy?"
"Um yeah," I replied uneasily. After Maya had ignored me for this long, I really wasn't sure what was happening now.
"Do you have a little time to talk, Daniel?"
"Yeah, of course," I replied. "It's... um... Miss Grant, right?"
"I think it'd be okay if you called me Maya," she chuckled lightly. "There's a little coffee place in the building. Wanna go? My treat."
"Yeah, that would be great," I answered. I actually had a bus to catch, but there was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity like this.
We went and got our coffees and sat down at a table nearby. After a little bit of small talk about my parents, Maya got to the real reason she wanted to speak to me.
"Daniel, I wanted to thank you for what you said back in class. And by the way, every word you said was true. That teacher didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, at least in this case. No offense, but sometimes white people really have no clue about stuff like this. You really surprised me by seeing through all of her bullshit."
Maybe some people would have been turned off by it, but I actually liked how Maya regularly cursed during our conversation. I made her seem much more real and down to earth to me.
"Thanks Maya, that really means a lot to me."
"I only wish that I had backed you up in class, but I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"You don't understand, Daniel. I'm the only black student in the class. If I had said any of those things you did, the teacher would have just written me off as another angry black woman playing the race card. Even if she wouldn't say it aloud, I know she would have been thinking it. And the rest of the class wouldn't have been any better than her."
"I'm sorry, Maya. I guess you're right, I never considered that before now."
"It's okay Daniel, and so are you. You're a lot smarter than I gave you credit for, and mature too. How old are you now, anyway?'
"Eighteen."
We spent the next while getting to know each other better. Maya's personality was as sweet as her face was beautiful. I tried my best not to stare, but it was hard not to get lost in the sight of her exotic, almond-shaped eyes and pretty smile. Maya's medium-length, braided hair was fashionably done with twists along each side, framing her delicate features perfectly, and while she was dressed quite casually in a blouse and jeans she still looked sexy as hell to me. It took a while but I finally started to feel more relaxed around her.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you taking this class Maya?" I finally managed to get the courage to say. "I mean, you have your flower shop; why would you take a night class in English?" Maya looked a bit uncomfortable, then began to reply.
"Can you keep a secret, Daniel?"
