Yesterday morning as I was driving to work my mind began drifting through some of my past sexual experiences. I realized how fortunate I've been to have shared these moments with some truly wonderful women, yet I can't answer why I never chose to spend my life with any one of them. I'm not seeking perfection; it just seems that when I find the right sexual chemistry the rest of the stars don't line up and vice versa. Anyway, this is a story about Robin, who I actually considered marrying because our physical chemistry was that damn good.
Robin and I met while working for the same company but in different locations. I had stopped by her office to drop off some promotional materials, we started talking, and I invited her to lunch. I guess I should back up a moment. I walked in her office and found myself staring at this 5'10 light caramel skinned perfectly shaped round assed woman dressed in jeans and a t-shirt who was not only beautiful, but incredibly funny, blunt and intelligent. I don't recall the first words Robin spoke to me, but I do remember them making me laugh and then blush a deep crimson. I've always been very attracted to black women, and intelligent women make me weak in the knees, so the combination standing before me was too much to resist.
Thirty minutes after meeting I found myself sitting across from Robin at a diner a few blocks from her office. We ordered piles of food and spent an hour sharing plates of pancakes, omelets, bacon, sausage, all kinds of good diner breakfast food. We talked about work, family, music, all the basic stuff. I was having a great time. I had been single for three or four months, and I was remembering how great it felt to spend time just talking and laughing with such an intelligent woman. What really surprised me though, was when Robin told me she was forty five years old and had recently lost sixty five pounds. My mouth almost hit the floor. I had her pegged for thirty, maybe thirty five tops, and her body, well my eyes locked on every curve every chance I got.
Stuffed with food we both agreed we needed to get back to work, so, our stomachs overfilled we began a leisurely walk back to her office. It was a warm October day, and not wanting the afternoon to end, I was thrilled when Robin asked me if we could make a stop along the way.
"It's right up here," she said, pointing to an adult store at the corner. "My vibrator burned out, I love those little bullets, but every few months I have to replace them."
"You need to buy a magic wand, plugs right into the wall, and never burns out." I said.
"Oh, so you know your toys do you? The magic wand is too bulky for me, I like being able to slide the bullet right up against my clit. It's really easy to control when I cum just by squeezing my legs. Or I can lie on top of it and just grind"
"Hmm, I must say this is the fastest any woman has ever revealed her vibrator preference to me, have to say I wish it happened more often."
Robin laughed." I'm sorry; I just like to say what's on my mind. It's a vibrator, millions of women use them, and I refuse to apologize to anyone for liking sex.
"I think that's a good thing, all of it. I'm not sure what I like better, your bluntness, or the fact that you go through vibrators faster than bic lighters."
"Oh, I think I know, "she purred.
We wandered around the store for about thirty minutes, looking at the displays of toys along the walls, laughing at the insanely unrealistic blow up dolls, and finally heading to the rear of the store where the fetish clothing and lingerie was kept.
My eyes locked onto the display of wickedly high platform heels in the center of the room and I found myself being pulled towards them. Robin noticed right away.
"Oh, so you like the tall shoes huh? Which ones do you like?"
"These are hot!" I said, pointing at a pair of white platform mules that had at least a 5" heel.
Robin began searching the boxes under the display and within seconds pulled one out and began slipping off her shoes. My cock instantly began pressing against my jeans, and I could feel the first drops of pre cum as I watched her slip the shoes on her feet. Robin walked towards me, and my eyes wandered from the curves of her ass down to her feet strapped in these incredibly sexy shoes. My heart began pounding so hard I thought I would pass out.
In an instant, Robin was standing just inches from me, towering over my six foot frame. As I looked up at her I felt her hand slide up my thigh and encase my cock and balls.
"You really do like these shoes!" she said.
"You look absolutely fucking amazing, this is almost too much."
Robin gave my cock another squeeze and said, "You'd better go home and take care of this, we have to get back to work."