After a quiet morning at work I decided to give myself the rest of the day off. I was on a contract to audit several banks in the American North-East, working at my own pace.
BUZZ...
That was the sound of my phone while I driving. Pulling over I saw it was Jillian, a foxy milf ten years older than me that I had played with during my visit to the area.
'Hello sexy' It read.
"I thought you had to work today?" I wrote back.
'I told them I was sick, and I'm heading home.' She had written.
'You work at a hospital why didn't they just treat you?' I typed, and laughed to myself.
At this she went silent, and didn't respond for several minutes. I grew bored of waiting and started my car intending to drive again, when her next response arrived.
'Please, I want to meet you!'
I found our exchange odd to this point, especially since we had already met, and even had sex several times. However, I was horny, and didn't want to argue with a women who was in heat as well!
'Sure.' I typed. 'Dress casual, and be in your room. I'll knock twice when I get there.'
'Ok... why?' She responded back.
I assumed that she didn't quite understand what today's role-play would be. I often leave Jillian in the dark about the plot of our scenarios. Her insatiable curiosity fuelled many of our encounters. I very much liked the looks of confusion, shock, and later joy on her face as she discovered what the plot of the roleplay would be!
'I'm going to be your sons black friend, and this will be the first time we're alone together.' I wrote back.
'Black friend?' She typed.
'Yeah. Anyhow I have to drive, I'll see you after I shower and change.' She quickly replied with an affirmative, after which I dropped my phone, and started to drive.
Forty-minutes later I was freshly bathed, and dressed in basketball shorts with a wife-beater under shirt, complete with a head band. After my time in the Dutch Army, I learned how to get ready for an afternoon of fun rather quickly.
I pulled into her driveway, and saw her red car. I quick pang of fear ran thru me, 'what if her kids come home early from school, or what if a neighbour stopped by, or what if that same neighbour saw what looked like a young black hoodlum go into her home?'
I shook my head and laughed, as a half-Dutch, half-Aruban I figured that I was black enough for some poorly trained policeman to send me to an early grave. That being said, the only reason why this state didn't have a race problem was that they only had the one race living there...
The door to Jillian's home was unlocked, I entered silently to move through her immaculately clean home. I had parked down the street and walked over, as I always had; I wanted it to be a complete surprise when I finally knocked.
Standing at her bedroom door, I stopped and listened, the silence of her room was deafening. For an instant I worried that she wasn't home, and I really was a burglar waiting to be caught.
Swallowing my fears, I knocked twice; waited several long heart-beats, put on my game face, then opened the door.
"Hey Mrs J, is John home?" I said out loud, then stopped dead in my tracks, mouth agape; standing by Jillian's dresser was a strange woman.
She was almost as tall as me, with shoulder length sandy blonde hair which was styled in a feather back. She was a heavy set woman, with nurses scrubs on... just like Jillian. On her make-up free face, she looked worried, and concerned.
Neither of us moved, or spoke. A strong sensation of heat arose in my face, followed by embarrassment and fear. I felt like a caveman cornered by a sabertooth tiger, knowing that both fight and flight were not options.
That moment of silence may have been seconds, but to me it felt like hours, we both stared at one another until she finally spoke.
"Please don't leave..." She said, in an unsure tone.
I had no intention of leaving, the lady before me didn't pull a weapon, offer violence, or threaten to call the police. Besides, I really was concerned for Jillian, her car was there, but she obviously wasn't!
"Where is Jillian?" I said trying to lock eyes with her, as she stared at the floor.
"She's still at work..." Was her cryptic reply.
"You'll have to tell me more," I said my confidence returning. "I maybe dressed like a hoodlum; but I do have a real job."
She looked up at me, but her hazel eyes held no new information. Her words were equally confusing.
"And you're black..." She said.
Baffled, I continued to speak. "Yes, that too.. I'm a financial auditor, and even with all my experience, I can't make sense of this mystery!"
"I want what she has." Again her vague answer left me frustrated.
"You have her car, her phone and you're in her house." I sounded sarcastic, and I certainly felt it.
"No, I want what she has... I want you!" She said as she finally met my eyes, and grinned with a weird smile.
I remembered a movie with a similar plot to this situation I was in. I half-expected to wake up in a well, and she'd lower food, and skin lotion to me.
In the dead silence that followed, I stared into her eyes, and she looked back at me, then a light went off in my head! Like a completed puzzle I figured it out!
She looked at me not with crazy eyes, but rather with the eyes of a lady at a ball waiting for the prince to ask her to dance before midnight. She wanted to get laid, and since my FWB was absent, I felt the strong urge to close this deal.
"I think I understand you now." I said taking a step closer.
She didn't move, but instead said. "You do?"
"Yes," I said smoothly, "you feel alone don't you?"
"I do..." She said. I detected the hint of a lie, but let it go.
I took another step, I was now close enough that she could give me a black eye. I truly hoped that she didn't want too.
I placed my hand on top of her large meaty hand, and spoke "You know that Jillian and I are not dating."
She didn't move her hand... a very good sign. I bravely took a step into her intimate space and put my other hand on her hip. We were now close enough that I could inhale her exhale.
"Not like that." She said with a sigh. "I want someone to listen to me."
"And hold you?" I asked,
I kissed her neck, and she inhaled deeply. With one hand I squeezed her softly curved hip, and the other inter-locked my fingers with her.
"I uh... I uh..." She mumbled as I continued to kiss, moving towards the soft area behind her ear.
When I found that special spot on her neck and kissed it, she groaned deeply in pleasure. I knew that she was now mine.
My hands started to roam her body, squeezing, grabbing, and scratching her all over. I forced myself to avoid her large breasts, ass and especially between her legs, there would be time enough for them. She purred at my touch, but didn't reciprocate.
"This isn't what I meant..." She stammered out loud.
