Brown Sugar is one of a series of stories that I have written concerning the sexual awakening of an attractive, happily married housewife. They go in the following order Miss Betty, Campaign Worker, The Lady in Black, The Lady in Black---Encore, Pigtails and Brown Sugar. If you enjoy this story please read the rest and please don't forget to vote.
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About two weeks after my erotic afternoon with Anita my neighbor Sarah Johnson asked me to go on an afternoon outing to New Orleans with her and a friend. It is about a two-hour drive to get there. I agreed to accompany her and after my morning workout I joined her and another of her friends, Gwen Stephens, next door at Sarah's house. Sarah is about five years older than I and is very attractive although she does carry a few extra pounds.
I was acquainted with Gwen but did not know her well. She was tall and thin with a pretty face and was about the same age as Sarah. They had gone to college together and had remained friends over the years.
Every time I talk to Sarah I can't help but think about that wonderful sexual afternoon that I shared with her daughter Angie and her boy friend. Like any proud mother She keeps me posted on Angie's athletic and academic accomplishments. I wonder if sweet, little Angie has been double teamed yet by any of the boys on the gymnastic team.
During the drive to New Orleans I listen to Sarah and Gwen talk about how dissatisfied they are with marriage. I tell them that I like being married and that I still love my husband.
"You have the perfect marriage." Sarah says. "David is never home and you can do pretty much what you want to do. Ours are home almost every day. It makes for a dull existence."
"I guess that you are right cause I love my situation." I replied and added. "Life could not be any better for me."
I could certainly spice up both of their lives. They are both attractive women and I would enjoy making it with either of them but they do not meet my criteria for possible sexual conquests. They live too close to home.
Upon reaching New Orleans we drove to the French Quarter, which went virtually unscathed by the hurricane, and parked. We walked around for a while and stopped at a couple of the bars and enjoyed a few drinks. We passed a little shoe store and I thought about going in and buying a pair of shoes that I saw in the window but we continued on.
As it neared five o'clock Sarah suggested that we visit a few shop's on the River Walk. I thought about it for a few seconds and said. "Ya'll go on to the shop. I am going back to that little shoe store. I'll meet ya'll at the food court in a little while."
"O.K. we'll meet you there." Sarah replied.
I walked back to the store and entered. It was a small place with the usual boxes of shoes lined up on shelves against the walls. There was a single row of seats for customers down the center of the room. Each seat had its own set of armrests.
There were three people in the room. One was a tall elegant looking black girl with a very pretty face. Her skin was the color of caramel. The other two women were both white. One was obviously a clerk and the other a customer who had selected a pair of shoes and was about to check out.
"Can I help you Maam?' asked the brown beauty.
"You most certainly can. I would like to look at that pair of brown pumps that are on display in the window." I answered.
"Have a seat and I'll be right back." She said.
I sat down in one of the customer seats and the other clerk who must have been the owner walked over to me and said. "I'm Myra Franklin and I hope you enjoy shopping in my store. Mena will take good care of you."
Mena returned with several pair's of shoes around my size and sat down on one of those little stools that shoe clerk's use. "Please remove your shoes and place your foot here." She smiled and then asked. "Is this the shoe?"
"Yes it is." I replied. She had an incredibly pretty face with bright green eyes. Her smile revealed beautiful sparkling white teeth and her lips were full on both top and bottom. It was a delicious mouth.
I already knew my shoe size but I wanted her to touch my feet. She took my foot in her hands and placed it in the measuring device. Thrilled by her touch I opened my legs a little. I wanted her to be able to look up my skirt.
I was dressed in a knee length, black skirt with a loose fitting, white, cotton blouse covered by a black jacket. Under the blouse was a padded, black bra. I wore no stockings and Emily's sheer black panties.
Myra had finished checking out her customer and said. "Mena, its five o'clock and I have to go pick up Bobby. I'll lock the door. Take your time and leave when you are finished."
Being the sexual predator that I have become I immediately decided to seize the opportunity. I was going to make an offer to pretty Mena that she would find difficult to refuse.
"Are you a college student?" I asked.
"Yes Maam. I'm twenty one and I am a second semester junior at UNO." She volunteered.
"I bet its tough making ends meet." I stated.
"Well I'm on a TOPPS grant and I work here part time but I bought a car a while back. Now the car owns me. Insurance, gasoline, car payments. In fact, I don't know where I am going to get the money for this months note." Mena explained.
"Maybe I can help you." I suggested.
"And how are you going to do that?' She asked as she slipped my feet into the shoes.
I opened my legs wider and countered. "How much is the note?"
She looked between my legs and answered. "Its two twenty five."
"I'll give you the money for the payment and I'll buy two pair of shoes.... but you have to do something for me." I offered as I spread my legs even more.
Mena kept her eyes riveted between my legs, hesitated a moment and licked her full bottom lip before asking. "And what would that be?"
"I want to eat your pussy." I stated.
She looked up, with a furrowed brow, and asked. "Are you serious?"
