"My Lord! Look at the time! 2:30! I must be going Mary Ann. I still have to get ready for this evening. Will I see you there?" Tonight was another one of those formal, business related Christmas holiday parties at a top line hotel with a huge banquet hall and lots of people, and which I adore attending.
Mary Ann, a fellow co-worker and I were having lunch, "Absolutely Victoria! But this year I want to make it to the cocktail hour."
"Alright, I'll keep an eye out for you. If I don't catch you before the dinner hour, I'll be sitting at the Glanderstone table." I exited the restaurant and made my way to my car, parked three blocks away. I really do enjoy the walk as it gives me yet another chance to flaunt my gorgeous legs. After entering the parking garage the clicking of my high heels echoed throughout...what a lovely sound! Traffic was light this time of day and I made it home in a quick thirty minutes and headed straight to my vanity. I had called the limousine service earlier in the day to have them pick me up at 7. On a side note, I'm always looking for someone new to satisfy my needs, hence I have a tendency to arrange my own transportation. At 54, my lust for big black cock is greater than ever.
You see, my vanity is not just a vanity. Four years ago I turned one of the spare bedrooms into a complete wardrobe, which includes my lighted vanity of course, a full length blue velvet sofa with two matching chairs and an ottoman, and two full length mirrors between the sliding door, walk-in closets that contain all of my fashions. I have a side alcove that contains all of my shoes, mirrored as well, in which I keep in order by heel height. Needless to say my few flats and tennis shoes are on the top shelf.
After showering, which included a quick shaving of my legs, pussy and ass, I plopped myself down on my vanity stool to paint my face and touch up my platinum white, modified Marilyn Monroe updo. Connie, my hairdresser, is simply amazing. She's been doing my hair for well over twenty years now.
For this year's event I decided to be out of the norm, so to speak. Instead of the usual holiday colors of green, red, gold, etc., and usually a skirt/blouse combination, I've opted for something a little more risque looking. I get many comments from women that I'm too old to wear such fashions, and frankly, I don't care, because I never hear a man complaining. Anyhow, it's a Suzi Fox long-sleeved, high-collared, just below mid-thigh length, mini-dress in glossy turquoise.
Below, I have on a white satin a-cup bullet bra and a 12-strap garter belt snugly holding up a new pair of vintage beige Albert's rh&t stockings...simply the best! Everything about them is simply heavenly, from the tight-fitting 100 % non-stretch nylon making my calves and thigh's feel out of this world, to the super slipperyness, is that a word?, especially when I cross and uncross my legs, making that intoxicating zip-zip sound, to the amazing shine line they give off.
As for shoes, very high heels indeed. My new ultra glossy 6" beige Louboutin pumps. Dear Lord, they're so slutty looking. Yes, 6" heels...I love them so much. I have no problem walking in these magnificent, extreme arched shoes as I've been wearing high heels for quite a long time. I also have a pair in violet.
One final spritz of Connie's amazing hair lacquer...there. Every hair solidly secured in place. Perfect timing, the limo service is here. After grabbing my matching beige vinyl clutch purse, I had one final look in the mirror in my foyer. 'Not bad for a 54 year old Victoria' I said to myself before leaving my abode, 'Time to tease the white man and hopefully entice a black man.'
Upon entering the hotel lobby in my full length fur, thirty minutes fashionably late of course, I never thought it would happen so quick. Over to my left about thirty feet away, sitting behind the concierge desk, was the object of my desires. He looked possible in his thirties, handsome in his bow-tied hotel suit, with the blackest skin I've seen in years. I've had pitch black lovers but his skin was sooooo much blacker. From his features I guessed he was African of some sort. Although he was helping some inquisitive guests, we made instant eye contact, though very briefly, making my pussy wet.
I immediately removed my coat as I made my way over to the combination reception desk and coat room. There was no mistaken hearing my Louboutin's clicking on the tiled floor. While third in line to check in, I bent over as to adjust the fit of my nylon's at the ankle, I did a quick peek over my shoulder, and we made eye contact again! I gave him a slight smirk, stood up erect and proceeded to check in and make my way into the cocktail hour reception hall.
I said to myself, 'Oooo, better make a move Victoria', discreetly of course, as I intermingled with fellow clients, competitors and the like. I definitely had the highest heels there, making me taller then most men. After one cocktail I couldn't take it anymore. I excused myself to a couple of people I was conversing with, saying I need to make a trip to the powder room, but I actually made a straight line for the lobby.
I strolled nearby his desk, as if lost to the world, when suddenly he said, "I saw you looking at me while you were checking your coat lovely lady. I must say you look absolutely stunning, so much so, that I can't stand at the moment. Forgive me."
"My, you don't beat around the bush. That's very flattering young man. When do you get off or get a break...Ngobo?" after I had read his name tag.
"Give me ten minutes and meet me at the end of that hallway." I bee-lined it to the ladies room the best I could. My legs were giving out with excitement. I spent the next nine minutes making sure my makeup, lip gloss and hairdo was just perfect. 'Dear Lord, I hope he has a big, long cock', I found myself thinking over and over. I removed my soaked panties and stuffed them in my clutch purse.
I found him around the corner at the end of the hallway he had pointed out to me. What I saw surprised me at first. I towered over him in my beige stiletto pumps. Even so, he was maybe only 5' 7" or so. As soon as we entered the stairwell, we were devouring each other's mouth's. His ultimate blackness literally took my breathe away coupled with my shiny white hair made my knees wobbly.
"Take me you gorgeous hunk!" I whispered.as we kissed and I massaged his bald head. God, he's sooo black. He led me down two flights until the stairwell ended. There was a short hallway with a freight elevator and a park type bench across from it.
