COPYRIGHT, SEPTEMBER 2023
"I will be at your campus tomorrow. We can meet then. For now, goodbye."
Seconds later, I closed the Zoom app, giddiness running through me, aware she fit the profile of what I find attractive in women; those things being a woman who is just past middle-aged, African-American, cute, and perhaps a tad curvy. As I tried to calm down, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. I imagined her walking towards me, her hips swaying in her tight skirt, her ample breasts moving with each step. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts of such unprofessional musings. But I couldn't help feeling a stirring in my loins at the thought of her. It was all too obvious to me that since I had graduated college just a few years ago, my dating life had not been what I figured it would be. I had envisioned life as a bachelor being wild and crazy; true, I had lived some crazy fun nights, yet nothing fulfilling. What's more, I had never indulged my lifelong fetish for older, dark-skinned women.
Yet now, there was a chance, no matter how slight, that she might be into me. Glancing at the clock, I was in disbelief at how much time had passed during my meeting with her. Shutting my computer down, I left the room, my mind in a daze as I began the trek to my car, wondering what might happen the next day.
***
The next day, I arrived at the campus early for my meeting with her. I paced around in the courtyard, eager to see her again. Finally, she appeared, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was everything I had imagined and more. Her skirt hugged her hips just right, and her top accentuated her curves. As she approached me, I felt my heart skip a beat as she greeted me with a warm, tight hug.
"Hi, it's great to meet you in the flesh," she said, smiling warmly.
"It's great to meet you too," I replied, barely keeping my cool.
We walked towards the building, and as we did, I couldn't help but sneak glances at her. Her hips swayed seductively with each step, and I felt myself growing more and more aroused. As we entered the small, windowless meeting room, I couldn't help but feel nervous. This was my chance to make a move, but I didn't want to ruin the brief professional relationship we had built. With every passing second, I could feel my cock growing harder.
"Is it okay if we meet here? I'll tell everyone not to disturb us," she said, a playful smirk cracking her face.
She sat down at the side of the desk, motioning for me to take a seat in the chair facing the computer. I did so, and once seated, I turned awkwardly to face her. She was as beautiful as I remembered from the Zoom meeting. We exchanged pleasantries, and I asked her inane questions about her job as a specialist, and if she could share any of her work.
"Don't worry about that, sweetie. We'll just focus on you today." Her voice was a slow, hypnotic rhythm. I couldn't help but look at her breasts, which were in an endless battle to destroy the buttons on her dress shirt. Every now and then when she moved in close to show me something, her chest would push against her shirt, and I would catch sight of her erect nipples. My cock was hard, and I was trying to hide it from her, but there wasn't much I could do. I felt like a young schoolboy, my hormones raging.
"So," she said, changing the subject. "What do you think of the school so far?"
"It's been great," I replied. "Supportive colleagues and the students are great, for the most part."
"I'm glad to hear that. Plus, it's nice they give you planning days like this, where you can work
alone
. I've been in the district for several years and appreciate that they are so
trusting
of us."
Her voice is like honey, her curly black hair close to me, her bosom much closer. By now, my cock was about to rip through my pants, her feminine scent serving as a powerful aphrodisiac. In my peripheral vision, I witnessed her manicured, ebony fingers sliding off the desk, dropping down until they came to rest on my knee cap. This yielded a jerk of my manhood, the resultant erection obvious to the both of us. I knew this small meeting room had no cameras or windows, it only had a lock on the door. She hovered near me, lust in her eyes, no ring on her finger.
After what felt like an eternity she broke the silence.
"I like what I see here," she purred, touching my thigh. "And I know I haven't seen it in a while." She chuckled as I felt her nails digging into the fabric of my pants, my rod growing even harder, blood pulsing to my already stiff cock. I attempted to say something, but she held her hand up, silencing me as she rolled my chair away from the desk, dropping to her knees in front of me.
"Now, you don't need to say anything," she said. "I know this is mutual, isn't it?" I nod my head like a bobblehead doll.
"But, how did you know I was into you?"
Chuckling, she gave me a playful swat on my shoulder. "Honey, I'm 50 years old, and have been around men my whole life. I can tell when a young stud is eager for some mature dark meat, hehehe."
She began to unbutton my pants, her long, manicured fingers deftly undoing my belt, unhooking the button, and unzipping in a deft move. "I already know how you feel about me, and I like it. I can tell you're a nice guy, and as a matter of fact, nice young guys make me horny."
As she said these words, her hand slipped in the gap between my pants and abdomen, her fingers gripping my stiff shaft.
"Ugggh," I moaned, a surge of arousal electrifying my being as she held my hard manhood prisoner in her hand.
"Oh, my," she said, her eyes lighting up with lust. "Someone is excited, aren't they?"
I managed to nod, my mouth unable to form words as she stroked my cock through my pants, my eyes fixated on her breasts, which were heaving with her breath, her eyes like that of a Nubian temptress. She was older but not old, smart and sexy, stroking my cock in a tiny, windowless room. This was an experience beyond my wildest fantasies.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked, pulling her hand out of my pants.
"Yes," I replied, my voice weak and shaky.
"Good," she replied, her hand still on my thighs. "Now, close your eyes and lean back."
I did as instructed, relaxing in the chair, my erection still rock hard as I felt her soft, plump lips on mine, her tongue probing into my mouth. As we kissed, she continued to stroke, before pulling her tongue out to speak to me.
