The words were starting to penetrate now and slowly Sarah Jacobs' thoughts returned to the present, as she realized her assistant, Laura, was paging her on the intercom.
"Mrs. Jacobs? Mrs. Jacobs? Sarah, are you there?"
"Yes Laura, what do you need?"
"Yes Maam, I was just calling to remind you of your 2:00 meeting."
"Yes. Yes, I see that. Thank you, dear."
Sarah's mind had been wandering back to something that had happened to her a week ago. It had been exactly one week today since she had been consumed by pure lust, and given herself totally to a complete stranger, within just minutes of meeting him. That kind of thing had never happened to her before, and now she found herself re-playing the encounter in her mind, over and over. Plus, the stranger was black, another completely new experience for her. She was also dealing with the guilt of betraying her husband of 18 years. But the act itself was what consumed her thoughts. And even though she felt sadness when she thought of her husband Gene, she was sure that if the opportunity presented itself again she would no doubt choose to cheat, once again. In fact, she was hoping for that very thing. The physical attraction she felt for Nate Reynolds, was incredible. Almost animalistic. And the most amazing thing to her was that the draw was entirely physical, and frighteningly strong. She had no desire to know anything about him, only to fuck him. She had not even been able to recall his name when they had awoken in one of the model apartments a week ago, after doing those deliciously nasty things to one another. She had allowed him, no begged him, to take her anally. That was something she had never even considered doing with her husband, or any man before him.
Their chance encounter had been one that defied logic in every way. Their age difference, for one. She had just recently turned 40, and he was barely 24. She was married. He was single. She was white, and he was black. But maybe those things were part of the attraction, she thought. And maybe the high degree of anonymity allowed her to explore and unleash her desires in a way not possible with someone she might know better. Whatever the reasons, she now found a good bit of her time consumed with thoughts of him. And although she was playing out possible scenarios for another session between them, she worried that he might possibly want more. Perhaps he would want something in the way of a more normal relationship. Or worse still, he might not want anything at all beyond that one, wonderfully erotic meeting.
But she thought the chances were good that wouldn't be the case. For as unusual and spontaneous as their sexual encounter had been, their time together afterwards was equally hard to explain. There had been a calm, and almost detached aspect to their communication afterwards. She remembered him waking her with a soft kiss to the back of the neck, and the few words spoken between them in those first moments. And although the words they shared were tender and caring, there was nothing of a personal nature to them. Neither of them had expected anything from the other. There were no probing questions. Instead, only making sure the other was comfortable, and safe after their torrid lovemaking. They had even managed to go through the apartment application process afterwards in the same calm, detached manner. And when that had come to an end, they simply came together, and kissed softly. They had then looked deeply into each other's eyes, and kissed more deeply, and much longer. And then they parted, without a word.
However it was meant to be between the two of them the next time they met, she would soon know, for he was scheduled to move in that coming Saturday. It was now Wednesday, and as the weekend neared her thoughts of him grew more frequent, and more intense. She found her nipples stiffening and her vagina growing moist when her thoughts drifted to him. Although he would be busy moving in Saturday, she began to look for ways to make another meeting between them possible on Sunday. Then she had an idea.
Walking into the front office Sarah looked around for Laura. Not seeing her there, she walked through the lobby and into the common area.
"There you are," she announced. "I was wondering would you be interested in being off this Sunday?" She knew the answer to the question before asking it. Laura wasn't long married, and Sarah was sure she hated working weekends at this point in time.
Laura was a little surprised by the question, and puzzled. It showed on her face.
"I was just thinking that I don't have any plans for the weekend," Sarah continued, "and I know Gene will be watching golf. So I thought, well, maybe Laura would like the day off, and you might return the favor at some point down the road. What do you think?"
Laura's puzzled look changed quickly to a smile. "Are you sure? I was so dreading being away from Dave this weekend. Things have been so good between us lately. I would love it," she beamed. "But, are you sure?"
"Sure, sure. No problem at all," she assured the young girl as she turned back to her office, smiling and giving herself a mental pat on the back. "Now, if he will just cooperate," she giggled to herself.
Sunday was long arriving, and Sarah literally popped out of bed that morning with anticipation. She had to calm herself and stay to her normal routine, making sure not to draw undue attention from Gene. She had watched him fall asleep in the front of the tube once again the night before. Their sex life was all but non-existent after all this time. But her needs were alive and well, as witnessed by the fact that her nipples hardened to the point of pain while she showered that morning. She fought the urge to rub her clitoris to climax while cleaning her most private areas. She did allow just the tip of her index finger to slip past her anal ring, as she thought back to the ass fucking she had received from Nate. Leaning against the cool tiles, she closed her eyes and thought about his huge black cock. She wanted only to plunge her finger in deeper, but managed to remove it before losing control.
She had washed, and re-washed every last inch. She had shampooed her long blonde hair thoroughly and now sat at her mirror, brushing and primping. She felt incredibly feminine, and felt rush after rush sitting there thinking about what might be in store that day. She traced her soft, white skin with her red fingernails, down from her shoulder along the strap of her black lace bra, on to her cleavage. She watched in the mirror as the goose bumps rose along the same path. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her nipple and through the fabric of her bra, and rolled it gently between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand traced slowly down her stomach toward her vagina, coming to rest just above her clitoris. She then rubbed in soft, slow circles before easing down across her nub and into the folds of her pussy. Biting her lip, she moved two of her fingers inside, and then upward. She thought of his huge cock again, and then added a third finger. She had closed her eyes and was close to an orgasm when she suddenly heard her husband stirring downstairs. She removed her fingers and watched in the mirror as she raised them to her nose, breathing in heavily, and then into her mouth, tasting her own juices. She thought how wonderful it would be if he would tongue her pussy to climax. It was at that point she decided she would not wear panties that day.
