It was already eight twenty-five and the twins were not ready. If they didn't leave in five minutes they would be late for school.....again! She screamed up the stairs for them to hurry.
Although it was raining hard she managed to get the pair of ten year-olds to class on time. I always seem to be rushing these days she thought as she made her way to the old part of town and Sanger's Food Market. She preferred Sanger's to the new super stores, it was less crowded, friendlier and their produce and meat were always excellent. The other small stores along Chestnut Street were more to her taste also and she often browsed through them either before or after Sanger's.
The windshield wipers slapped in tune to the music on the radio as she pulled into the parking lot. She recognized the song and sang along to the classic, 'Question', by The Moody Blues....
'I'm looking for someone to change my life....
'I'm looking for a miracle in my life'....
She turned off the engine and stared blindly through the windshield and took stock of her life. Thirty-four years old, a husband she hardly sees or knows anymore and the twins she raises virtually as a single parent. Something had been lost. I'm sure we loved each other once she thought. Now, lovemaking was reduced to an infrequent quicky under the covers that left her far from satisfied.
"I need a miracle in my life," she murmured to herself and slammed the car door.
As she crossed the parking lot the lines from the song ran through her mind over and over. I do need to change my life and it probably would take a miracle she mused.
She had learned to satisfy herself with vibrators and dildos but longed for a passionate man to make unbridled, wild love to her and bring her to climax - something Jim hadn't done in years. Quite by accident she had discovered internet pornography and liked girl-on-girl sex but most of all she enjoyed watching black men with white women and would often sit at the computer and masturbate with one of her toys. There was one video that she particularly liked and had saved it in her favourites list. She thought she resembled the woman and the man was very well endowed. The part she liked most was a close-up of the man's penis thrusting in and out of the woman, cream coating the black shaft and running down onto her anus as she screamed from one climax to another, white hands clutching black buttocks. I would love to be that woman, will it ever happen to me she'd daydream and sink the vibrator onto high.
Standing in line at the checkout she suddenly remembered she had forgotten to pick up fruit; her thoughts were still on her life. She made her way to the produce aisle and filled the plastic bag with six oranges. As she turned to place the bag in the cart it slipped from her hand and the fruit rolled all over the floor. She bent down to pick them up and saw a sneaker-clad foot step onto one and crush it.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologised and looked up at a tall, attractive black man in his early forties.
"No problem," he replied, "let me help you."
He stooped and picked up a couple of the wayward oranges and handed them to her with cupped hands. She took them and as their hands touched she felt a rush of excitement. Embarrassed, she thanked him and gave a weak smile.
"You're very welcome, anytime," he said and flashed a dazzling smile.
She felt very flushed at the checkout and wondered if her face was as red as the beetroots in her cart. Her heart raced as she drove home and after hurriedly putting the groceries away, she masturbated with a black dildo while watching her video. As an orgasm overtook her she closed her eyes and imagined it was the 'orange man' making love to her.
