Justin Carter's family was the wealthiest black family in Carlyle. George and Tonya raised Justin and his older sister Elizabeth in their beautiful big house on the wealthier side of town. George owned a small manufacturing plant on the south side of town that employed four hundred people..
A few blocks from the wealthy side of town, the neighborhood changed to a typical middle class neighborhood with smaller houses and postage stamp yards. Emma Martin lived in a very small house in this neighborhood and worked four ten hour shifts. from Wednesday through Saturday, at Mr. Carter's factory. Emma, and her ex husband Brad, married right out of high school, and Brad spent the first 12 years of their marriage working as banker. It was then that Brad decided to run off with one of his tellers, so he and Emma were soon divorced.
Justin and his friends used to ride their bikes around the neighborhood and they would always stop at Emma's house because she always had a big tray of homemade chocolate chip cookies for the neighborhood kids. Sometimes the kids would help Mrs. Martin with mowing the grass or other minor jobs around her house. Justin thought that this older white woman was one of the hottest women he had ever seen. A few times, Justin would ride his bike over to Mrs. Martin's house and they would sit on her porch where he would talk about his plans for his future.
When Justin graduated from high school, he drove his new car over to show Emma, and after she made a big fuss over it, she gave him a whole plate of cookies as they sat on her porch talking. He said, "Mrs. Martin, I want to thank you for all the cookies and lunches you gave me since I was in junior high. And you sit and listen to me go on and on about my plans for the future, even when I had no idea what I wanted to do."
She smiled and said, "I enjoyed our talks Justin. And I'm happy that you're now about to start on the next phase of your life. I understand that you're going to work at your dad's factory this summer, so maybe we'll see each other sometimes."
"Yeah, I am going to work for my dad this summer. But what I wanted to ask you was if I could take you out to dinner to thank you for being my friend all these years. You always bought candy and fruit and candles and whatever else I was selling for school, and I just want to take you to dinner to say thanks."
"I don't know Justin. I don't think your parents would approve of you taking a 38 year old woman to dinner.
"OK," Justin said. "I'll pick up Chinese and be here at 6:00 on Sunday. Well, gotta go. See you then."
"But . . . but, Just . . . " He was already gone.
Sunday evening, Justin brought Chinese food and managed to swipe a bottle of his parent's wine for dinner. "Hi Mrs. Martin. I hope you're hungry," he said excitedly.
"Justin, you really don't have to do this. I'm fine. Really," she said.
Justin took the food into the kitchen and got it all laid out for them. Emma walked in and saw the wine and said with a smirk on her face, "And where did you get this young man?"
He laughed and said, "I thought you might like some wine with dinner." They had an enjoyable dinner and conversation and finished the wine. After dinner, Justin said, "I worry about you, Mrs. Martin. You're a beautiful woman living alone here. I'm going to check on you every week."
"Oh come on Justin. You don't want to hang out with an old woman. Why don't you spend your time with girls your own age?"
"Mrs. Martin, you are the prettiest woman I know. I would rather be with you."
Emma turned red with embarrassment and said, "Well, if we're going to have dinner each week, please call me Emma."
Justin smiled and said, "OK, Emma. Thank you. And in the meantime, if you need anything, you have to call me so I can help. OK?" Emma nodded. She walked him to the door, and as he turned, he said, "See you next week," she reached up and kissed his cheek and said, "Thanks Justin. Tonight was nice."
The following week, Justin took Emma out to a steak house. Justin wore shorts and a golf shirt. Emma wore a summer dress that was just an inch above her knees. As they were in Justine's car, Emma's dress rode up a few inches on her toned and tanned legs. Justin found that he was having trouble concentrating on driving instead of her legs. They had dinner and then went for a walk in a nearby park. As they walked, Justin reached over and held her hand. Although several people looked disapprovingly at a young black man and a middle aged white woman holding hands, neither of them seemed to notice.
After dropping her off, Justin drove home thinking of Emma. There was no question that she was hot. She had big breasts, a slender waist and beautiful legs. She was very pretty and had very few smile lines around her eyes and mouth. But he knew his dad wouldn't be happy with him hanging around an older woman, so maybe he needed to back off.
The next Sunday, Emma wore a skirt a few inches above her knees and a sleeveless blouse with the top two buttons unfastened. Her skirt rode up to her mid thigh when she got into his car. "Wow," he thought. "Her legs are hot."
They laughed and carried on during dinner. Justin told her about his own summer school college classes and his apprenticeship with his dad's company. After dinner, they went back to Emma's house and watched a movie and she fell asleep with her head on Justin's shoulder with her skirt just a few inches below her pussy. Justin eventually woke her up and she walked him to the door. Before he left, she looked into his eyes, and said, "Thank you Justin." She hugged him. As they were hugging, he kissed the top of her head.
When they broke their hug, they looked into each other's eyes and then leaned into a kiss. The first kiss was just a quick one, but when they kissed a second time, they both shoved their tongues into each other's mouths. As they continued to kiss, Emma moaned and melted into his arms. At this point, Justin wasn't really sure what he should do. This was new ground for him. But she took his hand and led him back into the house.
They sat on the couch and she said, "Justin. I'm sorry. I've been alone a long time and you are a handsome young man that made the mistake of paying attention to me. I shouldn't have kissed you. Heck, I shouldn't have gone to dinner with you. I don't think . . . "
He put his finger on her lips and said, "Shhhh." He leaned in and kissed her long and hard shoving his tongue back into her mouth. "Emma, I've always thought you were the hottest woman I know. I look forward to our Sunday dinners. If I had my way, we'd go on Monday too."
"Kiss me," she whispered. He leaned forward and covered her lips with his own. His tongue met hers and they entered each other's mouths, and after a few minutes, she was breathless.
He stood and said, "I'd better go. How about I pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow?" She smiled and nodded again. He got an ornery grin on his face and said, "Wear something sexy."
