Karen had spent the whole day smiling the entire day in anticipation. She'd even gotten up extra early to make sure that her hair was done into those beautiful crimson curls that always got compliments. She'd chosen a pink and black camouflage patterned strapless top and a short netted black skirt for the occasion. The caramel hued beauty didn't normally wear any make up but today she had her eyes done up in a green eye-shadow named sage and glossy red lipstick as well.
The occasion was her knew friend, Mark, was coming over to detail her car. That was his plan at least but she had other intentions for the six-foot two slender blond with the cool blue gaze. Karen was pretty sure that her car would be involved with whatever happened but it was probably going to be more dirty than clean.
She'd been sitting at her computer, idly exchanging instant messages with her boyfriend and master; Kris when the doorbell had rang. She'd literally knocked her chair over in excitement as she shot up and bounded to the door.
There he was, exactly how she'd hoped he would arrive. A black wife beater hung loose around his narrow frame half tucked into a pair of jeans that had been black in a former life but now were closer to gray. His blonde hair was done up into gelled spikes that made his hair look almost brown. "Ready?" He asked with a smile stepping into the house and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her brow.
It was difficult to see the blush that rushed over her body but it was impossible to conceal the cheesy grin that came with it. Her voice had temporarily fled as she looked down over his body chewing on her lower lip. "Yeah, well I was mostly gonna watch and organize my CDs." She said finally bringing her finger between her lips.
"Alright." Mark smiled turning and walking back toward her black Jetta. "Where's the hose?" Karen pulled her finger from her lips to point before quickly returning it. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this; it wasn't like she needed sex. She'd been with her Master only the day before. She needed him. There was something about the way he stared at her, something about that icy blue gaze that captivated her.
Mark glanced over at Karen and half smirked as he picked up the hose and started toward her car. He knew the look on her face, it was the same look she'd had when they'd gone out to eat with his friends. It was the same look she gave him when they'd been sitting in the back of his best friend's truck getting drunk off cheap beer. It was the same look she gave him whenever he walked by and he knew exactly what it meant. Mark knew he wasn't there to clean the car. Oh that would get done too, he'd already decided he wanted to see how far he could push her but that wasn't why he'd come over.
He turned the hose on and slowly worked his way around the car. "Wait!" Karen screamed running up behind him. "I need to get inside." She said waiting till he pointed the water from her car to climb into the passenger seat and grabbed her CD's. "D12, Eminem and Obie Trice all belong together. Then MA$E, P. Diddy and Lil' Kim." She muttered as she organized her CD's according to label. She was about to start in on her rock when she looked up.
Only the glass was separating her from him. He was already soaked through from cleaning the car, the shirt clinging to his smooth stomach. His nipples were poking through the shirt and the thought of tasting them already sent a quiver through her pussy. Her jaw almost dropped at the sight of his cock, now perfectly framed in dripping denim. He was definitely well endowed, probably as big as her boyfriend from the look of it.
She hadn't noticed that she was staring until he tapped the glass and setting her already fluttering heart to a racing speed. He motioned for her to roll the window down and slowly she cranked it down. "What?" She asked.
"I'm done." He replied with a sweeping motion. "Wanna look it over?"
She did want to look something over but her car definitely wasn't on her mind any longer. Karen hoped he couldn't see her grinding her legs together desperately trying to relieve the excited ache between her thighs. "Get in the car."
"But I'm all wet." He grinned stretching slightly and leaning over. Karen bit down on her lip again watching the tip of his hard cock peek over the band of his pants.
"Put down a towel. I'm hungry." Karen replied reaching into the backseat and draping a towel over the driver's seat. Mark pretended to consider it for a moment as he savored the fire in her eyes.
Then he just shrugged and consented striding around the car and climbing in. "What do you want to eat?" He asked as he adjusted his seat all the way back leaning back and starting up the car.
"I dunno, you choose." She shot back coyly trying her best hide behind her cascade of curls covering her face. Of course it served more to make her look like a vixen than shy, it didn't even conceal her eye as it continued to roam over his flesh.
"Go on." Again he gave her that lopsided grin without completely turning to face her. "And just so you know we're eating at Subway." There was only one Subway and it was a good fifteen minutes away on the freeway.
Mark was too busy driving to see the mischievous smirk creep over her painted red lips. Karen quickly unfastened his pants and tugged them open enough to get a better look at his cock. It was a shade darker than the rest of him; almost the color of caramel and pushing free of his still soaked boxers. That evil smile only widened as she wrapped her fingers around the piece of flesh and started slowly pumping her fist over it. Karen's tongue slipped between her lips moistening them again as she stroked him.
This wasn't Karen's first lover, she'd bedded a few before coming to him but this was her first Caucasian. It was the first time she seen a white dick and it amazed her. Already the tip was starting to turn purple from the blood and glisten with pre-cum before he even acknowledged her. He was doing a pretty good job of ignoring the black woman to his write until she started concentrating entirely on the tip rubbing his pre-cum around for lube and then more squeezing than pumping. His organ slipped easily through her grasp faster than she could pump finally drawing a light gasp from him.
Mark only turned slightly towards her his lopsided half smile becoming a full smirk as his body tensed up. You wouldn't know he was getting a hand job by the look on his face or the way he continued to weave through traffic. The only real indication was his stomach, tightened so much that his abs had become a barely visible six pack. "Bet you won't give me road head." He teased throwing right arm back over the seat to get it out of her way.
