Sarah's life was going well in so many ways. A loving devoted husband, two well-mannered teenage boys, and a fulfilling career as an apartment complex manager. Except for one area life was good. The area? Sex. Specifically, better sex and more of it.
Her husband Gene, although loving, was not a particularly good lover. Because of the demands of his job he was often too tired, and even when that wasn't the case, he just didn't appear interested. And on the few occasions when he was, it seemed that his interest was limited only to fulfilling his own urgent needs. This left her feeling hurt, unappreciated, and yes, a little angry. And confused. After all, Sarah had just turned 40 last month and even though she wasn't the same knockout Gene had married 18 years ago she could still turn the heads. She noticed and appreciated how most men looked at her approvingly, even the younger ones. Especially when she would steal a quick peek backwards as she walked away from them, somewhat amused as she watched them quickly avert their eyes from what she had always thought was her best physical feature. She could recall how in the early years of her relationship with Gene, and even with her other lovers from high school and college, they had all had an almost worship-like relationship with her ass. But now, even though it was still a sight to behold, the man she slept with most every night didn't seem at all affected by it, whether naked or clothed.
And so, Sarah found herself fantasizing often these days about sex.....or a certain type of intimacy. Whatever you name it, there was a need deep inside of Sarah that was going unfulfilled, and therefore consuming more and more of her thoughts. She longed to be touched and fucked in a way that was slow and powerful, that could release the passion she felt lingering constantly, just beneath the surface.
On this Monday morning, these thoughts and feelings were especially strong. Maybe it was because this past Saturday night she had been ignored.....again. With both boys away at some basketball camp in a neighboring town, she had planned what she hoped would be an evening to remember with Gene. She had prepared a nice meal, one of his favorites in fact. Having taken a late afternoon bubble bath she smelled wonderful, and with the drinks they had before and after dinner, she was especially relaxed. Since it was a hot summer day she had decided to wear a particularly low-waisted pair of cutoffs and one of her favorite shirts of Gene's tied at the waist, revealing both her still-trim-at-40 figure and the top of her new black thong. Sarah looked incredibly sexy, and she felt even more so. Gene didn't realize it but he could have gotten any deep-seeded fantasy acted out that night, if he had only asked. But he didn't. Instead, he fell asleep after dinner in front of the TV, while Sarah was at her vanity freshening up and thinking of all of the different things she wanted Gene to do to her, and she to him.
Upon entering the room, she was crushed. How could all she had done in preparation have so little affect on this man, her husband? At first, she considered waking him with a soft kiss to his ear, of maybe even unzipping his trousers and performing fellatio on him right there in the living room. After all, she was so aroused and needed physical contact so bad. But the hurt and growing anger were stronger. So, instead she left him there snoring and retired to the bedroom to read and try to drive the thoughts of passion from her mind.
It was almost four hours later before she was successful and felt asleep, while Gene remained on the couch. She had no idea at what time he came to bed that night; only that there he was the next morning lying beside her. She simply got out of bed and spent her day relaxing and chatting with friends on the phone. She only spoke to her husband when he spoke to her, as he was content to lie on the couch and watch golf and an old movie that day. She went to bed early that night wanting to be fresh for work on Monday, not knowing for sure if she even said good night to Gene. And at that point, not particularly caring either.
She managed to keep the thoughts of sex and passion somewhat at bay on Monday by staying busy at work. There was plenty to do, with the major re-modeling of the apartments in its final phases, and the extra traffic of potential residents due to the advertised specials the owner's were running in the local media. But there they were just the same. These increasingly vivid images of sexual acts with anonymous men, popping into her head whenever there was a break in the conversation or her schedule. They were strong, powerful, but faceless men in her fantasies. And the images were so moving; to the point Sarah would have trouble maintaining her composure. More than once that day she considered going to one of the model apartments and trying to relieve herself by masturbating. And although she felt a familiar dampness in her panties most of the day, she resisted.
Later that afternoon Laura, her assistant, needed to leave early at 4:30 for a function at her kid's school. That was fine with Sarah because that only left another hour and a half before knocking off at six. Most of her paperwork was done and she could easily handle any latecomers wanting to see an apartment, and in the meantime she could plan the next day. She just needed to try and focus, and keep her mind on the job.
As the time dragged on and six o'clock neared, Sarah began to think that there weren't going to be anymore customers, and she started the routine of shutting down the office. "Maybe 15 minutes early," she thought. "Who's going to know?" Then, just as she was about to turn out the office lights, a buzz at the front gate.
"Yes, this is Sarah Jacobs. May I help you?"
"Uh, yes," said a deep male voice. "I know that it's almost closing time, but I wanted to see an apartment. A one bedroom, with a study perhaps."
Sarah thought quickly to herself, "There is that unit on the first floor that will be empty in just a couple of weeks. It would be great if I could get that rented." So then she said, "Yes sir, come right in," and opened the gate for the stranger.
As Sarah reached for the keys to the model for the type unit she had in mind, her thoughts were bouncing from business, to sex, to Gene, and back to sex when she heard the front door open and she walked to her office door to meet the potential resident. As she passed through the door and made the corner she was a little taken aback when she realized the person was a twenty-something black male. Living in East Tennessee where the racial mix was about 85/15 white to black, Sarah just hadn't dealt with that many black people, or at least single black men. She didn't consider herself racist and hated herself for her initial reaction. However, she quickly moved beyond those thoughts when the man offered his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Nate Reynolds. Thanks for letting me in this late." He smiled, but not too big; just pleasant.
Sarah was immediately at ease, upon seeing him smile and hearing his voice. His handshake was firm but not painful to her soft hands. She also became aware of how strikingly handsome the man was....and tall. "God, this guy is gorgeous," she thought.
"This guy? Oh man, what did he say his name was?"
"Hi, I'm Sarah," she answered. And then mumbled something about it being no problem to show him the apartment. "Just let me get some basic information, please, so I can be sure to show you the kind of apartment you are looking for. Please have a seat." And then she handed him a short personal info sheet to fill out, and offered him something to drink.
"Maybe just a bottled water," he suggested, looking up briefly from the paperwork, just long enough to smile at her again.
She turned and walked toward the kitchen wanting to look back to see if he were watching her, but didn't, wondering to herself, "What if he is? What then?"
