It has been awhile since my husband David or I have posted any of my adventures to literotica. But based on some recent positive feedback I thought I would write down something of what I had done just a week ago. If you had read any of our other stories you know that this is a total fetish I share with my husband.
I am now in my mid-forties. My sexual tastes have changed over recent years. I still love black cock and sucking on cock but my desires have evolved to young black cock. Half my age is about right making the target of my infatuation early twenties. I still possess those desirable 36C breasts and my round butt and full lips. These possessions I use to seduce young black men when the opportunity presents itself.
Last week, I was at work preforming the stereotypical cashier and customer service duties at my part time boutique job. Fortunately for me it is in the local mall. Plenty of young black cock is available. I was fixing some displays in the window when I noticed a dark black man watching me from the benches located in the walkway opposite the boutique.
I smiled slightly to him and he smiled back and sat up a little bit and turned his head as if caught.
Easy.
I realized my dark blue silk blouse was at the moment acting quite revealing. Obviously the young man had noticed my dark blue bra through the crevice created while rearranging this display. My pussy moistened. I glanced at my watch, 11:30, lunch break is right around the corner. I had other plans rather than eating crappy take out or subway from the food court. Cum was suddenly on my mind.
I moved behind the display and bent forward over that display giving my new found admirer a nice cleavage shot. The bra's we sell really are the highest quality. He noticed I noticed him watching me. This time he did not turn away. His eyes remained glued to my cleavage. Slowly his eyes rose to my mine. I smiled then licked my lips. Captured.
Once again he repositioned his seating. I stood up, turned around looking for that idiot supervisor I have.
"Jill" I said.
"What is up Susan?" she asked.
"Time for lunch?" I questioned.
"Sure, see you in an hour, we are really slow anyways." She answered.
I nodded looked at my watch again and grabbed my purse from behind the counter. I walked out of the store and headed toward the public restrooms. The young black man was following me enroute to the bathrooms. I ducked into the woman's bathroom and headed to the stall. I closed the door and removed my bra. My brown nipples inherited from my mixed heritage showed slightly through my silk blouse my husband had paid for. I fiddled with the large rock on my finger that represented my marriage and decided to leave it on.
I then glanced in the mirror, reapplied some lip stick and headed for the door.
As you and I have guessed he was waiting about ten feet from the entrance on my return.
"Hello." He said while watching me emerge.
"Well Hello." I said in response. "I'm just going to lunch." My mind raced, I only had an hour.
He walked toward me extending his right hand. "Names Jeff."
"Jeff, I'm Susan, nice to meet you." I said while extending my hand to his. In my attempt to shake his hand I had used my left hand. Jeff then noticed my wedding ring and I had noticed the contrast of our skin tones. Although I am mixed with black and white my skin tone is extremely light. I am lighter than my husband who is white actually.
"Wow, nice ring." He said seeming deflated.
"Thanks, what are you doing in the mall?"
"Just was going to get a gift for my girlfriend at your shop." He answered.
"Well I would be more than happy to help you, but I am at lunch right now." I stated.
"Maybe I could do lunch with you." He said while looking at the dark saucer shaped spots caused my areolas on display through my silk shirt.
"Sure, but I don't want to eat at the food court. Actually, I am not hungry; maybe we could just take a walk." I said formulating a plan to get him to take me to his car.