Chapitre 1744: @2
With summer work in full swing I was putting in long hours even with my part time help. My new female interest, Sandra, was understanding and though it might be eight or after before my day was done she wanted me to stop by and say hi most nights. You need to understand that though she was probably ten pounds overweight she was an absolute knock out once you got past her pudginess. It was apparent to me that she'd never be a 'skinny minny' but then neither was mom, personally, I like a woman with some cushion for the pushin. My grandpa used to say, "A barn full of cows and a plump wife. Who could ask for more?"
I absolutely loved the medium brown color of her skin and she didn't do a lot to straighten her hair, she left it natural for the most part either parting it for poofy pigtails or just combing it out in an afro look.
Her narrow glasses were stylish, her makeup was always perfect no matter when I showed up. She was typically in shorts and a loose top when I would arrive, she had a big inviting smile to go along with those enticing huge tits. They had to be at least 38 DD's, they weren't only wide, they were long as well.
Though her tops were not tight, if she stretched the fabric as she moved it was obvious the nipples were thick and protruded nicely against her thin bra. Her waist was small for a woman her size, leading into hips that flared out as though they were broadcasting they'd be a lovely saddle to lay in while I shoved my dick into her sweet honey hole. I let my mind wander as I contemplated some fantastic sex.
At five foot nine she was the perfect height for me. She was educated way above my level, had a great sense of humor and didn't seem the least bit concerned that I was a basic white bread working stiff. In fact, she had commented she was impressed that I ran my own business. Apparently one of her brothers also did excavation for a large construction company down state. Sandra was one of a handful of black people in our community, I say a handful but it was probably thirty to forty, all professional folks, medical field, senior administrative positions, teachers like Sandra, trades people, and so forth.
Since I was generally so late getting finished for the day we hadn't gone out much, the few times we did we would catch people staring at us. Keep in mind I was raised in that area and so many folks knew me on a semi-personal basis. She found it interesting because she'd been raised in the city where nobody knew anybody outside the neighborhood. We hadn't kissed, we hadn't even held hands since I'd met her, my plans of having her in my bed by the opening of school were quickly dissipating into rubbish. I had finished early on a Friday and texted asking if she was free for the evening.
Sandra: Yes, I'm free. What do you have in mind?
Me: Thought I might take you to Millers Supper Club and then to Centerville, the Carousel will have a live band, maybe we could go dancing.
Sandra: So, wait, you telling me you can dance, I haven't met a white boy yet who was any good on his feet.
I didn't answer, her comment kind of pissed me off. In this day and age of everybody being offended by something I liked to pride myself in not being so. But something about her comment hit a raw nerve, I'd never called her a black girl or even brought up the difference in our skin color and cultures. I thought it better to stand down, about five minutes later she texted.
Sandra: Hey, where you at? Why haven't you texted back.
Me: Why do you call me white boy as though it's a derogatory term? I never call you black girl do I?
Sandra: You're right, my apologies. You've been nothing but polite and considerate, I'll make that correction right now. So, are we still going dancing?
Me: Pick you up at six.
I was excited, I finally had an evening when I could take her out on a proper date instead of me showing up at her place in the dark for a Dr Pepper and slice of microwaved leftover pizza. I was just about to leave after showering and changing when my cell rang, the screen showed Sandra.
"Hi John, small change of plans. My brother Keith showed up unannounced and is staying the night. Do you mind if he comes along?"
"Aw hell no, I don't mind at all, be nice to meet him."
There was a long pause, "He's kind of a horse's ass with white folk, we can do this another time if you'd like."
I thought a moment, "Nah, bring him along, I was around all kind of guys in the service, black, white, brown, yellow, my roomie in the barracks was an American Indian, his name was Paul OnePony. I get along with just about everybody, I'll be okay."
"If you're sure then okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
When I knocked on her door it flung open, standing just inside the threshold was a short guy of about five foot seven, thick glasses and scrawny as hell. He blurted out.
"Sharon, who the fuck is this cracker? What chu want white boy, we fixin to go out."
I could see Sandra behind him cringing, I wanted to be pissed, I wanted to deck the little fucker .... but I also wanted to win Sandra's heart. I moved forward so I was a few feet from him.
"You must be Keith, her foul mouthed nasty little brother. Does your mom know you talk like that around your sister, oh, and do you eat with that mouth? For your information this *cracker* as you called me is here to take Sandra on a date, I told her your welcome to come along, but if all you wanna do is be a prick then stay here."
He huffed and puffed but wisely stepped aside when I walked in, what happened next caught me completely off balance, Sandra walked to me, put her hands on my chest and kissed me softly. I wanted more of those soft full lips but it would have to wait. Parting she whispered in my ear.
"Thank you. No one has ever stood up to his blustering before, you deserved a kiss."
I insisted on paying for everything the entire night, his meal, drinks, cover charge at the Carousel, and then drinks inside the dance hall. No way was this little prick going think I was in some way taking advantage of Sandra. On the ride home he asked what I did for a living, when I told him I had a small excavation company he laughed.
"A fuckin dirt hauler, Christ Sandra, can't you do better than that?"
She'd had enough, "Stop the car John." I slowed but didn't stop. She gave me a look that could have cut to the quick. "I said stop this car John."
When I pulled over she unclipped her seatbelt, spun and chewed him a new rectum, he looked like he was ready to cry when she was done, then she blurted.
"And stop swearing around me, you know I hate that. John is a very successful business owner compared to you being holed up in a tiny room doing IT stuff all day. If you can't be civil and behave yourself you aren't welcome anymore."
Yup, you're right, the rest of the ride home was an icy occasion, I walked her to the door and was about to leave when she took my arm.
"Why aren't you going to kiss me goodnight? I'm not mad at you, just Keith."
"Well, we haven't really kissed until earlier, in fact we haven't even held hands although I would like to. I just don't want to blow my chances with you."
Moving in close she raised her arms putting them around my neck and whispered, "Kiss me."
I could hardly avoid feeling those luscious breasts pushing into me chest, her lips were full, soft, and sweet as honey. I had no idea what she used for lipstick or gloss but I damned sure liked it. We kissed a few minutes when she pulled back, with a smile she put her finger on my lips.
"You don't need an invitation to kiss me John, I like you ... a lot ... just please don't break my heart, I've had enough of that already. Can we do something again soon?"
"How about Sunday afternoon, the Presbyterian Church is having their annual ice cream social and pie walk, it's like a cake walk but with pies, they been doing that for over fifty years. We could go there if you like and then maybe we can grab a burger and beer afterward."
She let out a little squeal, "Wow, that sounds wonderful, I haven't been to one of those since I was a girl. Let's do that, I'll send Keith packing by noon so we won't need to be bothered by his immature antics."
Following a quick smooch she turned and walked in the door, as it was closing I could hear Keith nattering at her followed by her telling him to shut up and go to bed. As I was getting ready for bed I got a text form Sandra.
Sandra: I talked with mom about how Keith behaved, she told me if I didn't want him to visit anymore it wouldn't bother her, oh, but she wants to meet you soon."
I responded with a smiley face and a kiss. I arranged to pick her up at four, she was a sight to behold, she looked inviting in every way, perfect makeup, hair in her signature ponytails, a light yellow blouse opened enough to show me a glimpse of the valley between her breasts. The blouse hung down covering the top portion of her butt encased in a pair of dark blue yoga pants. The most interesting part to me is that they hugged her ass but didn't create a camel toe in the front, this woman truly knew how to dress sexy without looking slutty. Stepping off her front stoop I offered her my arm.
She smiled, "No thanks, makes me feel like my grandma, I wouldn't mind holding your hand though."
Without waiting for an answer she took hold of my hand and squeezed it lightly.
"Jeepers, your hands are rough. I suppose working outside everyday will do that. Maybe you should use some lotion on them."
I gave her that, "are you out yo mind woman" stare, she laughed at me.
"Is that against the guys rule book? I'm not complaining, I'd rather they were rough than sissy like. I hate shaking a hand that feels like a dead fish. My dad says you can tell a lot about a man by his handshake."
I looked at her as I opened the door to the F-150, "Your dad is spot on, smart man."
When I was looking for a good truck to use outside the job I had in mind that I wanted a bench seat, not something very common any longer. They can be found but you have to look hard, with the fold down console in the center lifted up it becomes a bench seat. As I got into the driver's side she was checking out the console which was down, after putting it upright she placed it back into position and smiled at me.
"I like that, always wanted to know what mom and dad meant when they talked about mom sitting in the middle next to dad. Now I can find out."
Music to my ears indeed. If she wanted to sit next to me I certainly wasn't going to complain or resist. In my mind I was already planning to flip the console up for the drive to the burger joint and see what might happen. As we talked she would turn toward me at times, I noticed her breasts would swing a bit and jiggle ever so gently, the bra she was wearing must have been light and thin. I was dreaming of getting my hands on them as we pulled into the church lot. Holding her hand as I helped her get out of the truck she never let go, we strolled into the social hand in hand, some folks noticed, others didn't, it really didn't matter to me.
We made the rounds stopping at several booths, After three tries at three bucks each I won her a little teddy bear on the ring toss and quit while I was ahead. After fresh roasted corn on the cob we enjoyed a turtle sundae each and walked toward the area where the silent pie auction was taking place. Walking around the tables full of pies I noticed a cherry pie with the name Audrey Bevins in front of it, taking a bid tag I wrote $40 on it and placed it in the bucket alongside the pie.
Sandra looked at me as though she was questioning what I had just done, "Did you realize you wrote forty and not four? Don't you think forty is a bit much for a pie?"
I gave her the short version why, "Audrey's husband Larry was struck by a drunk driver and killed while walking on the sidewalk in town. He didn't have much for life insurance, the driver was sued and a judgement proclaimed, but he's still a flat broke drunk with nothing of value to his name. She's raising two little ones on her own, she can use all the help anyone will give her. That was two years ago, the baby was only three months when it happened, I really wish I could do more for her."
Sandra stopped, pulling back on my hand as I continued walking, I turned and faced her, tears were running down her cheeks. "John let's do something special and bid $400 for that pie. I'll go halves."
I smiled at that angel and squeezed her hand while I leaned with my face next to her ear, "If we weren't in a crowded place I'd kiss you, nice to know we think alike. Four hundred it is."
Before I could pull back she stopped me and answered in a whisper, "I think a quick kiss would be alright."
At the pie table we took another tag and wrote $400 on it, slipped it into the bucket and walked away feeling as though we were floating on air. The silent auction was to end in ten minutes, we found an empty bench and sat waiting, it was at that point she leaned her head next to mine and said softly.
"I'm still waiting for that kiss."
With my arm around her shoulder I pulled her close to me and kissed her as meaningful as I knew how, it quickly turned into an affectionate kiss. Pulling back she purred, "Mmm, you kiss good."
It was at moments like this I would think about how mom and I would kiss, soft, tender, affectionate, I wanted all of that with Sandra as well. I missed mom, I missed her attention to me and to be honest, I missed the sex. I hadn't thought about it much, but I realized my mom never stopped teaching me, which included intimacy. If all went well Sharon would be the recipient of all mom's knowledge in the bedroom. There would be someone new to take mom's place, someone to share the rest of my life with, someone to have babies with. It was her last wish before she died, find a good woman, settle down and have some babies, I intended to honor that request.
Sitting on a bench to the side we watched as they opened the bids for different pies, making a big deal of how much each pie had sold for, Audrey's pie was second to last and when all the bids had been looked at there was a loud squeal from Audrey as she collapsed to the ground sobbing. Uh oh, that wasn't what we expected, as the judge of the event looked on he was smiling.
"It's okay folks, she's just overwhelmed. Number 33 bid $400 for her pie, thank you number 33, and I'll see you at the payment table later."
As folks milled about we decided to head to the payment table right away before others got the same idea. At the table I made Elmer Getz promise he would not divulge who bought the pie and that I would pick it up at the church in the morning. Making a hasty exit I helped her into the truck, by the time I reached the driver's side and opened the door she had the console up and was sitting in the middle clipping her seat belt. My heart skipped a beat and my dick jumped, this was my kind of gal.
It was a twenty-minute drive to the burger joint, we were singing along to Bernadette on the oldie station, an old Four Tops song. She put her arm behind me and started to run her fingers through the hair on the back of my head, something I had watched my mom do with dad when I was young. It was obviously something Sharon had seen her mom do as well, at one point she stopped, faced me and signaled for a kiss, with my head turned and one eye still on the road we quickly smooched. Reacting and not really thinking I put my right hand on her lower thigh, then thought about how my actions might be being seen as stepping over the bounds.
I needn't have been concerned as she put her right hand on top of mine and squeezed lightly, almost as if to say, "I like that". Her legs felt silky smooth in the yoga pants, I wondered if she might have worn a thong because there were no panty lines that I saw earlier as we walked around. The burger joint was good but loud, once we'd eaten it was time to fly, as we drove she dropped her left hand on my thigh.
"Can we go to your house? You've talked about it a lot but I haven't seen it yet."
I made a left onto Pine Forest Road and headed west, within fifteen minutes we were pulling into the driveway. Sharon was impressed with the flower beds and how clean they were, I mentioned they were mom's pride and joy and that I was determined to keep them up just as she always had. One of the last things mother and I did in our remodeling endeavor was to completely modernize the kitchen, sadly she died before she'd gotten to use it much. Walking through the mud room Sandra gasped and put her hand to her chest.
"Oh my gosh John, this kitchen is to die for, I could see myself in a kitchen like this."
Little did she know that was my plan, to make this kitchen hers, this home hers, my heart hers. I wondered if she would be as adventurous in bed as mom had been, then put it out of my mind. What mom and I had was not what Sharon and I would have, I needed to focus on the future and not the past. I gave her the nickel tour and explained all of the upgrades we'd done with mechanicals and windows, she was impressed, but not as much as when I took her into the master bedroom with the attached bath and walk in shower.
She wondered about the grab bars on each wall, I explained mom was unsteady on her feet toward the end and needed them for balance. My mind quickly drifted to the thoughts that if all went as planned she would find out they were also useful to grab onto when being fucked from behind in the shower. My dick began to stiffen as I envisioned her bent forward, hands gripping a grab rail with her scrumptious ass absorbing each slap of our bodies as we made love, her large breasts swinging in rhythm with each little ass wave produced by my forward thrust.
I turned away toward the bedroom, I wanted to make sure she wouldn't see my raging hardon. She was still talking about what a great bathroom it was when she noticed I'd turned and was standing by the bed. Mom liked to watch, I'll take that back, she LOVED to watch as we made love. With the bed in the middle there were long dressers on each side against the wall with full width mirrors. She could look to the left or right and watch as we made love or had down and dirty hot monkey sex, it didn't matter, she liked to watch. At one point she had one at the foot of the bed to the side so she could watch me penetrate her, after the third time I accidentally kicked it off the bed and broke it we abandoned that idea.
With Sharon's arm through mine hugging tight I could feel her plump breast push into me as she glanced around the room. She didn't say anything for a minute or more, just looked around, back and forth at the mirrors, then at the bed and back to the mirrors.
"Wow, this was your mom's room? She must have been an erotic creature to have all of this, not that I'm judging, in fact I like it, it just seems unusual for an older woman's tastes in bedroom décor."Tears wanted to well in my eyes, with all my willpower I stopped them and looked at her, "Yes, she was an unusual woman in so very many ways, did I hear you say you liked the mirrors?"
Her darker skin didn't turn red but it was obvious she was flushed as she tried to speak, "Well, yes, this is so silly and seems too personal to talk about."
I turned her to me, "Nonsense, last I looked we're both adults. Fess up."
"I can't do it standing here, can we sit in the family room?"
Sitting side by side on the love seat she took my hand, "Before I moved here I was in a long-term relationship that lasted just over two years. Our bedroom was like your mom's, with mirrors, I loved watching Marv make love to me, it was so erotic and made our loving sessions steamy. What made it seedy and drove us apart was when he wanted to introduce handcuffs and gags and leather crops and dildo's in my butt and stuff like that. I couldn't do it, I tried once and felt so humiliated I kicked him out.
Backing away she asked, "You aren't into that stuff are you?"
I smiled, "Nope, the worst I've done is beat the insides of a vagina with my rod of correction."
She didn't respond at first, her face was a complete blank and then she burst out laughing. "Your rod of correction, I like that description."
I settled back and let her rest against my body, before long we were kissing, I wanted my hands on her breasts and my lips wrapped around those nipples in the worst way, but that would have to wait. We continued necking a bit longer when I suggested I might take her home, she looked disappointed but agreed, as we stood she put her arms around my neck very lightly pressing her body to mine as she kissed me.
"John, thanks for such a great day, actually a great weekend, I feel so comfortable with you, which in a way is scary. Maybe you should take me home before things get out of hand. Can we do more stuff like this in the weeks ahead?" I nodded and escorted her to the truck.
As we drove back to town I asked what she meant when she said being comfortable around me was scary.
"I'm so afraid of being hurt again that I've built walls around my heart, being with you is slowly tearing those walls down. I like you and I want to spend time with you, something inside says I want to be intimate with you, but then the fear creeps in and I shut down."
I gave her a funny look, "I didn't notice any fear in you, what do you mean?"
"Oh, there was fear John, before Marv tried doing all that stuff I was a different person. Please don't judge me, but three years ago if I'd have been in that bedroom with you, we'd have been naked and watching ourselves in the mirrors."
We were pulling into her apartment complex when she said that, as she reached for the door handle to bail I took her wrist, "Please wait, let me get the door for you, it's what a gentleman is supposed to do."
Walking hand in hand to her apartment door I pulled slightly stopping her, as she faced me I took her in my arms and kissed her.
"Sandra that guy is not who I am, I would never treat you that way. Is there any chance for me in your life, or did Marv destroy the future for any man you date?"
I put my finger to my lips, kissed it and then put it on her lips where she kissed back. "John, you're the sweetest guy I've ever gone out with and yes, there's a future with me if you want, but you'll have to earn it. I have needs just like you have needs, just give me time, I'm sure we can make it work."
She'd said the words I needed to hear, there was room for me in her life. The question now was how much room, was there enough to include marriage and a family? It's what I wanted and wasn't interested in wasting a lot of time on flings to get there. After all, I'm in my early thirties, I don't want to still be raising little ones at sixty. By then I'd like some grandkids.
I had a large project lined up for that week so we only saw one another Wednesday evening, which neither of us were necessarily fond of but that's how it is when one is in business. A farmer had clear cut an acre with scrub pines and had hired me to pop the stumps, with Bill my part time worker on the backhoe and me on the 550 we were making excellent progress, by mid-week we were far enough along we knocked off at five instead of dusk. I had texted Sandra during lunch break and told her we were gonna knock off at five, she texted back saying to come for supper at her apartment after I showered and changed. She was going to do a pork tenderloin so anytime around six would be okay.
Walking out of the house I stopped at a picture of mom hanging above the mantle, "I love you ma, but there'll soon be someone else's picture where yours is. I'm doing as you told me, I've found someone to love and have a family with."
I wiped the tears on a dish towel and made it out to the truck, with fall approaching I wanted Sandra in my life full time before winter was upon us. In the past I had typically used sex to show my love, I wanted this time to be different, I wanted her to know I loved her before the sex, although if she insisted I certainly wouldn't turn it down. She met me at the door with lovely soft kisses, murmuring how much she'd missed me between them while squirming her body tighter and tighter to mine. Taking my hand she led me into the kitchen, the table was set and the food was ready to be put on the table.
After we ate I helped clear the table as she loaded the dishwasher, she was wearing a blouse with a fairly open neck, if I was in the right position I could see into her blouse, her breasts hung heavy in the cups. I could easily see me with both hands wrapped around those beauties as I stuffed a fat nipple into my mouth, or better yet, her leaning over the top of me slowly lowering a nipple into my eagerly awaiting lips. I had to look away, my dick was growing and I refused to stand there like a perv with a bulge in my jeans.
Her simple skirt was cute, it stopped a few inches above her knees, when she bent there wasn't anything exposed, but I did get a nice look at her clothed butt which had the same effect her breasts had, I excused myself to use the restroom before my cock became stiff as a bat. Inside the bathroom I contemplated jerking off and then decided not to. I could smell her essence, a fragrance that was completely Sandra, a combination of her bodywash, shampoo and whatever the inviting perfume she used happened to be. No, I wasn't going to sully her bathroom, this was her space and I would respect that.
She was on the loveseat when I walked back after getting my previously stiffened dick under control. She asked about the project and other work lined up, I asked about school and was she ready for it to start, we were doing nothing but filling the vacuum until she turned to me.
"John, why are wasting time with conversations like this when we ought to be getting to know each other better? I mean intimately. I'm not talking about ripping the bedroom apart, but on the same hand I want to know if we make each other's motor run. I don't know how to say this any other way so I'll just say it. John, if we aren't right for each other I want to know right away, I don't want to waste time on long unfulfilling romances. I want to settle down and have a family. I'm hoping you do to."
Her words were music to my ears, "I'm in total agreement, and now I want to say something I'm not sure how to say. I want you physically, in fact I yearn for you, I adore you, but I want you to know how much I care before we get too involved intimately. I don't want it to just be a few months of hot unbridled sex and then move on, I want ... no, I need this to be something special, to be long term or we're wasting our time."
What I hadn't noticed as I was listening and then talking was she had opened one more button on her blouse, nothing more than a little cleavage was showing as she sat up but it was there none the less. She leaned forward to kiss, we continued necking for a few minutes before she pulled back, her breasts had been pushed into my chest and as she sat back my eyes immediately went to the top of her blouse.
She smiled, "Big aren't they? I've thought about reduction more than once, each time deciding this is what the good Lord gave me and there was no need to alter it. Do you like large breasts John?"
"To be honest it's never been an issue, but I certainly like what you have, they fit your body well. Any bigger and it wouldn't look right, but as they are, in my humble opinion, they're perfect."
She chuckled, "Spoken like a man who wants to get his hands on them."
I was a bit put off by her comment, she must have seen it in my non-existent poker face and took my hand.
"I didn't mean anything negative John, I understand you want me to know there's more to me in your mind than my body, and I appreciate that. At the same time, I need to know you desire me as I am."
Lifting her hand I kissed it, "I do desire you Sandra, I do want my hands and my lips on your breasts, but it has to be in your timing because once that flood gate is opened I'll never be able to shut it again. I know how my mind works, I'll become addicted to you, I'll never be able to get enough of your body if we go there."
Moving tight against me she placed her arms around my neck, with her lips barely grazing mine she cooed, "My god you're good, you hit all the right switches in my brain. Imagine these beauties pressed against your chest naked and moving across your hairy muscled chest. Imagine the nipples hardening as they're tickled by the hair, waiting for your hands to find them. Imagine our lips melted together, our tongues dancing and our bodies grinding together in anticipation of what's to come."
I moved my lower body attempting to adjust enough for my cock to move and not hurt so much. When I did she looked down and smirked, there was no hiding the side effects of her naughty talk. Kissing me then putting her head alongside mine she whispered into my ear.
"Thank you honey, you just proved I make your motor run and judging by the wetness of my underwear you absolutely make mine run. We can put a check mark in that box."
I slid my hand up her side and cupped her breast, she moved it away as she kissed me.
"Unh-uh, not yet tiger, that will come soon enough. I think we'd better cool our jets for tonight, this could very quickly get out of hand. John, do you like lingerie and soft girlie stuff on your lady? I hope so because I like feeling sexy underneath my dull librarian look."
I had all I could do to contain myself, "Do you mean like nylons and stuff like that? Cuz yeah, I like those things."
"Oh, I'm talking about a lot more than nylons, I'm talking sexy thin bras and thigh high stay ups and garter belts and silk stockings and skimpy panties that barely hide anything. Back to my question, do you like that stuff?" She looked down at my crotch and smiled. "Never mind, I have my answer, now go home, please, baby go home, I'm not ready to be naked with you."
Taking my hand pulling me to the door she opened it and with one last kiss said, "Out you go" as she pushed me over the threshold. I was never so happy to be able to move, adjust, and loosen my dick, I was literally in pain by the time I reached the truck. As I was driving away my phone pinged, it was Sandra, I pulled over in case she needed me for something.
Sandra: Thank you for understanding, I know I riled you up. I feel bad and good about it at the same time, sad because I couldn't take care of things and happy that I have that effect on you. I'll see to it that you get your just desserts tiger, in due time.
I responded with a kiss emoji. The rest of the week went without incident until late Friday afternoon when a hydraulic hose on the backhoe burst, we were far enough along I was able to pop the last three smaller stumps with the 550 while Lenny went into town for a new hose. By the time we had it repaired and the 550 loaded onto the trailer it was nearly seven, since we were only a mile and a half from the house I had Lenny drive the backhoe over the road. It was nearly eight when I called Sandra on the way to the house telling her of my day.
"I figured something had happened, otherwise you'd have called earlier."
"Sandra I need time to shower and change, I'm full of hydraulic fluid and grease. Can I pick you up about nine? Got any idea where you want to go for supper?"
"I'm with you tiger, pizza, burger, steak, fish fry .... whatever you're in the mood for honey."
I contemplated opening a new door, as tired as I was my little head overrode the one on my shoulders as I spoke.
"What I'm in the mood for is you on a platter naked and my face buried in your muff."
The moment the thought left my lips I knew it had been a mistake. The click and dead air confirmed my suspicion. She hadn't called by nine thirty so I wrote it off as my latest fuck-up and tossed a frozen pizza in the oven. With half a pizza and two beers in my stomach I decided it was time for bed, I was tired enough to be asleep in minutes. I woke early as I normally do and after a quick bowl of cereal and some toast I got busy doing maintenance on the equipment, the 550 and the backhoe both needed the oil changed and to be thoroughly greased.
I was finishing up about one thirty, my stomach was rumbling from hunger, I needed a shower and to eat, the heat of the sun had taken its toll. I tried not to think of Sandra and what a mess I'd made of things, fortunately I had stayed busy enough that it worked most of the time. I jumped into the shower right away figuring I would run into town and have the blue plate special at my favorite diner. I was dressed in an old pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt as I walked from my bedroom into the hallway, when I reached the family room I stopped and stood speechless. Sitting on the couch was Sandra.
"Hello John. You look worn out, I see the old filters and such by the machine shed, you must have been doing maintenance. I picked up a twelve-piece chicken tub from Dino's, I pulled some chips from the pantry and I see there's milk in the fridge, let's have some lunch."
I wasn't sure if I should smile or not so I stoically nodded and extended my hand to help her up, once she was on her feet she let go of my hand and led the way. Yup, I had definitely fucked up, this must be her way of saying adios motherfucker, why did I open my stupid mouth and ruin everything? I was about to open the fridge for milk when she stopped me and pointed to my chair, she got the milk and everything else we needed then sat down to eat.
We ate in silence beyond the munching and crunching of chips along with biting through the crispy exterior of the chicken, the silence was killing me, I wanted to tell her to say her piece and go. As she finished she pushed her plate to the center and her seat back, folding her arms across her chest. I took the hint and joined her.
She wasn't smiling or frowning as she glared into my eyes when she spoke, "John, why did you say that last night? It made me feel cheap, slutty, as though you thought I was a piece of meat to be insulted and then laid. So, why?"
I couldn't look at her, "I'm not sure. Maybe it was fatigue, maybe it was feeling the effects of the night before, it was obviously the wrong thing to say and if we're done I get it. It's my fault and mine entirely."
She bristled, "Did I say I wanted nothing to do with you John? I don't think so. I want what you said John, but I don't want to be seen as a slab of meat for consumption. Marv would never do what you said you wanted to do. He said it was revolting to him, I came to think of myself as unclean, so when you said that's what you wanted, it was all too much. Can I sit on your lap while we talk?"
I apologized profusely and begged her forgiveness. She accepted my apology, with a wiggle of her butt she told me she wanted us to kiss and make up, then laughed, "I said make up, not make out."
Our kissing was becoming hot and heavy when she pulled back looking me in the eye, "John am I more than a piece of meat to you? Am I more than just a black pussy to fuck so you can take that off your bucket list? I need to know."
It was time to set her straight on one front, "You aren't the first black girl I've been with. While I was in the Air Force I had a black girlfriend for almost two years, we'd have stayed together had she not been transferred and me being sent to the sandbox for eight months. Sandra, I like black girls, check that, I prefer black girls, who are actually more brown than they are black, which is neither here nor there. I would never see you as a piece of meat, I would treat you like a princess."
"Does that mean you never get down and dirty during sex?"
"Doesn't mean that at all, I can be gentle and loving when that's needed, but I can take control and be uninhibited also. There's a time for both, it's up to the couple to decide which they want."
She was stroking my face with the back of her fingers as she spoke, "I believe you, I needed to hear it from your lips. I want you John, so badly my girl parts tingle and my nipples hurt, I'm just not ready yet, once you've been inside me you're mine. You'll own my pussy and you'll be mine, if you can live with that truth for a few more months we can make this work."
We sealed the deal with her straddling me while we made out, as we were winding down she moved up a little and put a cloth covered nipple at my mouth, I gently bit and felt her shudder, she leaned forward whispering in my ear.
"You can touch, but only on the outside today. I want you to know what you're waiting for."
As I caressed her breasts she moaned softly and arched her back pushing those monsters into my hands. I moved my fingers toward the nipples when she stopped me.
Almost without breath she said, "Not the nipples, not today. They're super sensitive and connected to "down below" if you get my drift. Information you'll want to store for the future. John, you're taking me dancing tonight without my dipshit brother along ... and I'm only dancing with you, no one else. Pick me up at seven, dress nice, I'll be in a skirt and blouse. Don't be late."
She stood, walked toward the door, turned and smiled," Be sure to put the rest of that chicken in the fridge." Then walked out the door.
I was pleasantly surprised when I picked her up, her soft flowing skirt stopped around three inches above her knees, her blouse wasn't tight but it wasn't loose either, it showed off her chest without making it the center focus of her being. When we were dancing a few guys had tried to cut in, each time I told them the lady wasn't interested, she would smile and swish her hips for my pleasure, it was about the third slow dance when she told me to put my hand on her ass.
"I'm tired of these fools staring at me, with your hand on my ass they'll know I belong to you, and if that doesn't do it, this will."
She moved to the side and slid her leg between mine bringing her pussy tight to my thigh. With a grin she snickered and pulled back so there was a small space between us, "They lose, you win."
The evening was fun, we stayed a few hours making sure we limited our drinks considering we had to drive forty-five minutes to get home. As we were chatting on the way home I asked.
"Did I feel a garter belt under your dress?"
"You did tiger, did you like that? These silk stockings are being kept up by that belt, would you like to see the tops of them?"
I nodded. She slowly raised the hem of her skirt until the top of her stockings were visible, the light of the radio glimmered off the flat of the clips holding them up. With her in the middle I had a nice view, moving her hand to my lap she felt my stiff dick and purred.
"I was hoping they would do that. I won't be a dick tease anymore tonight, promise. Let's go to my place and make out a little before you have to go, but no feeling, okay?" needed to clear the air, "Hold on, I can't do that Sandra, we either make out and I touch your body or we kiss goodnight at the door. It won't mean I care any less, I just can't take the tease any longer. I'm willing to wait until you're ready but I can't take this hot and cold thing we've got going. I want to take you out and be with you, just no more getting me hard and sending me home, when you're ready to take me into your bed let me know. Until then let's just date, I can wait if I know you want me long term."
She didn't say any more the rest of the way home, I knew she wasn't upset because she played with the hair on the back of my head and had her hand on my thigh when she wasn't doing that. I figured she was thinking and I had said all I was going to. I walked her to the door where she kissed me good night passionately.
"Are we still together John, I need to know."
"We are as far as I'm concerned. Wanna take in the steam engine show tomorrow at Naperville?"
"A what? I've never even heard of that, but yes, let's do it."
I was all smiles, "Pick you up about ten for a late breakfast before we make the trek over there."
It was another long kiss, I'd slid my hand onto her butt, patted her cheek twice and broke away, when I reached the truck she threw me a kiss. This wasn't what my dick wanted, but it was what needed to be, there'd be plenty of time to bury the sausage later, patience was what needed to transpire at this point. Our time at the steam engine show was great, she saw things she'd only ever read about. The Nilsestuen brothers were there with their 1908 Case 150 (one of only a dozen still operational in the world from what the older farmers speculated) running a Case threshing machine. I'd done a fair amount of work for them so when I asked if Sandra could stand on the deck Sven was more than happy to accommodate.
She stood on the platform behind the massive steering wheel while I took her picture, she was all smiles, holding her arms down to keep the breeze from blowing her skirt up. When it was time to come down Sven's brother Terje put his massive hands around her waist and lowered her slowly to the ground, making sure her skirt didn't fly up. He leaned to me and said softly.
"Ya sure, she vas the da first black lady I ever touch."
Sandra had heard him and stood back smiling, then leaned to Terje and kissed him on the cheek. If you've never seen a seventy three year old bearded man blush you haven't lived.
As we walked toward the threshing machine she asked why him touching a black lady was such a big deal.
"They came to this country with their parents in the early fifties, neither married, they farmed with their folks until they died. In fact, the valley they live in is called Norway Valley after their folks. Them being around a woman is something they aren't used to, the fact that you're a woman of color made it all the more exciting for Terje."
The tractor and threshing machine made her day, she watched that drive belt for ten minutes, then gazed upon the guys pitching straw sheaves into the machine, all things I'd seen and done as a boy. She gained a bit more insight into my life that day.
Walking around the grounds we watched different operations being driven by the steam engines, the one that caught her eye and intrigued her the most after the threshing machine was a small sawmill, farmers had brought logs and they were being cut at no cost just for bringing them. We watched the sled swish back and forth twenty minutes or more, she was literally fascinated, she'd read about such things and seen pictures but had never witnessed them in person. The old guys with snoose spit running from the corner of their mouth would tip their hat and nod, she'd nod back. It was fun to watch, for all I knew she may have been the first black person some of them had ever seen up close. The fact that she looked hot as hell was the cherry on the sundae.
Speaking of sundaes, the 4-H were making ice cream on site from cream donated by a local dairy and selling sundaes as a fund raiser. My girl surprised the bee-geebers out of me when she ate two of them back to back, which basically killed her appetite for a funnel cake, but not mine. She tasted a corner and left the rest to me, on the way back to the truck after an active afternoon I bought a cotton candy that we pieced on the next few minutes. As they walked past us I give the rest to Annie Solberg's nine year old son. When I did that Sandra stopped in her tracks and stared at me.
"John, you don't just give food to a total stranger, we've been eating off that."
I laughed, "We've been pulling small strands off and Annie is no stranger, we were in school together since kindergarten. Something you'll soon learn Sandra is that though we're almost thirty miles from my home, we who live in this area pretty much know everybody, or of them at least. Take you for instance, everyone I've known most of my life knows you're here with me, oh, and by the way, they approve. I heard the Nilsestuen brothers talking in Norwegian about what a looker you are."
She was looking at me like a dog at a new dish, "Are you serious, they're actually talking about us as a couple? I don't know whether to be flattered or peeved, I don't need their approval of my being with you."
"Sandra, don't blow this out of proportion, they like you and think we make a nice couple."
"That's just it, are we a couple John?"
I'd had enough, it was time to shit or get off the pot, "Well, the only thing keeping us from being a couple is you. I've told you how I feel, you've expressed similar, but if you can stand there straight faced and ask if we're a couple ... then maybe ... oh who cares, I thought it was more than it is. Come on, I'll take you home."
It was along silent ride home, walking her to her front door I was going to turn and go to the truck when she took my arm.
"No kiss? You weren't fair with me today John. I felt pressured."
"On the contrary, I feel as though these past months getting to know you have been for naught. I told you I was willing to wait until you were comfortable to be intimate, but you've let Marv's horrible behavior seep into our relationship. To stand there and question my devotion to you was a slap in the face, I don't need it Sandra. I really want to be with you, like a lifetime thing, but not if I have to live in Marv's shadow all our lives. If you can't see that I would never treat you like he did, then we have nothing."
I turned and walked to the truck so lost in my misery that I didn't hear her shoes on the sidewalk. As I reached for the door handle she grabbed my arm and spun me. I barely had time for a breath before her lips were locked to mine, her body tight without grinding, breasts pressed against me, she tipped her pelvis forward pushing into me, my cock responded immediately and I pulled back.
"This is what I mean, you tease, make me hard and send me home with blue balls and think nothing of it. I don't want to be together like this any longer."
Kissing me she held me tight, with her head alongside mine she said ever so softly, "Then let's change that, go home and get what you need to spend the night, I hope you like eggs for breakfast because that's about all I have. Now go, I'll be ready when you get back."
It was now my turn to crap or get off the pot. I put my hand on her mound and squeezed softly.
"Is this what I'm going to get when I return?"
She had flinched when I cupped her sex but didn't pull away.
"Yes baby, you get all of that you'd like. I have plenty, and just so we're clear, once you're inside me you're mine. If you can't live with that then don't come back."
I kissed her and told her, "See you in twenty."
As I was driving to the house she texted to say I didn't need to knock, just come inside. At home I'd grabbed a pound of breakfast sausage from the freezer to go with her eggs, with that in a bag and my overnight kit I was ready for whatever the night may bring. I even remembered condoms in case she wasn't on the pill. When her place came in sight I felt my heart flutter, my stomach was topsy turvy and my chest felt tight, damn, I was like a schoolboy waiting for his first kiss.
Walking into her place I yelled I needed to put something in the kitchen and I would join her on the couch. Her back had been to me so all I saw were her poofy pony-tails and the shape of her head. Walking from the kitchen I immediately realized things were different, the air was filled with the aromas of candles, the lamps were off and the only light was what filtered through the glass of the candles. There was soft instrumental music playing and sitting on the couch was a vision to behold.
She'd taken her glasses off which in and of itself was alluring, covering her body was no more than a very thin silk looking robe, I was to find out later it was pure silk. The robe was thick enough I couldn't see through it, and yet it was thin enough I could tell exactly what was underneath. Her breasts seemed larger than I thought, and the nipples, oh my gosh, stiff and poking against the fabric. When I looked at her, no, let me re-phrase that. When I devoured her with my eyes she smiled and wiggled her finger in the "come hither" fashion. It was as though I was in a trance floating across the room.
Standing in front of her she unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans and pulled them to the floor. She stood, opened my shirt, removed it and tossed it onto a chair, she then instructed me to step out of my jeans. Being her obedient servant for the moment I complied and moved my hands up to her breasts, cupping them, weighing them, softly molding them, running my thumbs over the nipples. Her eyes never left mine as her hands dropped to my groin, sliding her hands inside my underwear she took hold of me and made a soft groaning sound.
"I'm going to like this John. I prefer a cut cock, I like the thick fat head, my oh my, the veins along the sides are throbbing. We'd better let this tiger loose so he can play with my kitty. I'm warmed up John, but I think a little up close and personal attention from you will make her steamy."
I gently removed her hands from my underwear, pushed her back onto the couch, lifted the hem of her robe and made a lifting motion on her legs to raise up. As she did I slid the robe around her waist and lost no time pushing my face into her muff, smelling her arousal, kissing her mound through the thick thatch of curly down. Looking up I could see her head was back and her mouth agape, when I moved my face between her legs and kissed the vulva she let out a tiny YIP, her hips raised and her hands found the back of my head. As my tongue slowly opened the outer labia I heard her speak.
"No one has licked me for a long time John, and no one has licked me so sweetly before. I'm going to love your tongue, I can tell already."
When I heard her I looked up to see a smiling face, she made a kissing motion and then laid her head back. I spent the next ten minutes taking her from orgasm to orgasm until she finally pushed my head away and bent forward with her hands clamped tight between her thighs. As she regained her composure she pulled me up next to her, laying her head against my chest she softly ran her hand up and down my torso. It eventually landed on my dick.
"Get this thing uncovered, I need it inside me. I'll blow you another time, right now I need you to claim me, own me, make me yours forever more. Come, let's go to my bedroom, I don't want our first time to be on the couch. I want to spread wide and have you nestled between my hips as you fill my kitty."
As we walked I asked a pertinent question. "Do I need a condom?"
"No, I want it bareback, I'm clean and on the pill. You can cum in me John, in fact, I insist."
As we walked into the room she sat on the bed and yanked my underwear off, smiling, kissing the head and hefting my balls.
"Mmmm, they're heavy, lots of good stuff for me."
She stood, removed her robe and pulled me backward onto the mattress with her, I fit tightly between those hips, it was as if my dick had pussy GPS because as I lay down I slid inside her without any guidance from either of us. I was only in a few inches when she put her hands on my chest, I knew that signal. Stop. I was looking at her, she moved her hips a little side to side, I could feel her vaginal walls adjusting, opening a little more to accommodate the intrusion. Moving her hands to my butt cheeks she pulled me further inside, would push back and pull me in again.
She continued doing that for a few minutes then let go whispering, "Okay" as I slowly pushed deeper and deeper. Ten or so slow gentle strokes later my balls touched her ass and I stopped.
"You're so deep John, Marv wasn't quite as long as you are, I didn't think my pussy would stretch enough to take all of you. I know you're gonna tell me you're average, and that's probably true, but you' feel big inside me. Now that you're all the way in it's time to own me, mark my steamy pussy with your sperm, cum in me baby."
I began slow and gentle, as she relaxed her hips started to raise into my down stroke, her legs were alongside my torso, moans and groans were coming from her constantly, then she put her feet on the mattress and began pushing into me with all she had. A woman cumming wasn't new to me but I had not known one so enthusiastic as Sandra, she was pushing up almost as hard as I was pushing down. As she started to cum she raised her hips off the bed so that I was pounding her pussy with her body a few inches above the bed.
I stayed raised above her body and fucked her from that angle, my cock pistoning in and out as fast as I could. Then I felt it, rising up from my balls and quickly enveloping my entire body, I was leaning with an arch in my back as I slammed one last time into her pussy spewing cum throughout. She pushed into me clamping her legs around my waist, shuddering through her own climax, we were out of breath and sweating even though it was a cool night.
Pulling me down to her body we kissed deep and soulful, she whispered, "I love you" followed by me doing the same. Rolling to the side to take my weight off her she whined as if to say don't take it out of me. On our sides we stared at one another through the bedroom candle light, smiling, kissing, saying sweet nothings. Then she spoke in a very serious tone.
"You own my pussy now John, don't ever abuse that privilege, and know this, I now own your cock. It's mine until one of us dies. This isn't like it was with Marv, I thought I loved him, but I see now that it was only lust. Now that we've calmed down a bit can you go again if I help get it up? Because I want it from behind, doggy is one of my favorite positions."
She didn't seem to mind that she was tasting her cunt and my cum as she slowly inhaled my limp dick, in less than two minutes it was standing proud once more, letting it POP from her mouth she spun on the bed and presented her ass to me. It took no time for me to take hold of her ample hips and sink my dick deep within, we flailed away like animals in heat for another fifteen minutes when she let loose with the loudest, longest AAHHH I'd ever heard. That in turn took me over the edge one more time, grinding my abdomen against her soft supple ass cheeks as I unloaded. I could feel her vaginal muscles softly clamping down, sucking my balls dry.
A quick shower and we slipped into bed, sleep was upon us instantly. I woke to a soft warm wet feeling on my cock, it was Sandra's mouth slowly working me into a stiff arousal once more. This time she stayed at it much longer before raising up next to me.
"I'll make you cum like that I promise, and I like to swallow, but right now I need more of your meat inside my pussy. Baby will you do me on my side with my leg over your shoulder? It goes almost as deep as doggy and I get a part of my pussy tickled that doesn't get tickled in any other position, as big as you are I think I'll like it even more."
The rest of our time together was similar with a bit less sex involved, at least part of the time. By the time I left her apartment Sunday afternoon I was wasted and so was she. A long night sleep in our own beds was what we needed. She texted Monday asking me to have dinner with her if I could break away early enough.
Me: Sure. What time? Nothing is more important at the moment than being with you.
Sandra: You're sweet, six sharp. Burgers on the grill and homemade fries. Don't be late.
After dinner and clean up she took my hand leading me to the couch. Sitting sideways looking at each other she spoke.
"I know we've just made love this weekend and this may seem rushed but I want our relationship to be public right away. It isn't like we don't know each other, we've been getting acquainted for months. With us now sharing a bed I want to be with you every night, every day I want to see your face when I wake and kiss your lips. I want to move in with you. My lease is up in another six weeks, we can use that time to get me moved and settled into our new home. What do you think? Can we do that?"
"We can do that, under one condition."
She had a pensive fearful look on her face.
"That you marry me and have some babies."
With a smile she leaned back, "John if you're asking me to marry you then do it right."
Which I did down on one knee. She accepted, we made love on the couch and I stayed the night with her. When I left early the next morning old Mr. Morrison was out getting the morning paper, he must have stared at my truck until I was out of sight. He knew who I was, it made me smirk knowing the phones would be buzzing within an hour as soon as he told his gossiping wife. When I got in the truck at lunch I noticed I'd had two calls from Sandra. I quickly returned her call.
"Hi babe, sorry I missed your calls, I was on the dozer. What's up?"
"They know, everyone knows, all the teachers know. Mrs. Morrison must have called everyone in the county. Are you upset? If you hadn't stayed overnight they wouldn't have found out so soon."
I laughed, "Why would I be upset? Now they know, good, we can get on with our lives. I like your idea of moving in, why don't you bring clothes and your girlie stuff to my house after you're done today. Enough til the weekend anyway, we'll get more moved over the weekend. Oh, and one more thing, I'll be done early tomorrow, we're going to town and buy your rings, no fiancée of mine is gonna run around bare handed."
"Okay, oh John I do love you so. I'll grab some Chinese on the way to your place. Make that OUR place."
"No don't. I have pork chops thawing, we'll do them on the grille. I'll see you by five thirty at the latest, the house is open."
When I walked into the mud room I could smell something good, Sandra told me she had time to get some potatoes in the oven and they would be ready the same time the chops were. Man, I was liking things more and more, she wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her. When we made love that night she wanted the lights on so she could watch us in the mirrors, on her hands and knees her swinging breasts were mesmerizing to me, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off them. I had to be screwing her from past experience because I sure as hell wasn't thinking about it, the only thing on my mind at the moment were those tits.
She apparently liked watching as well, squeezing one then the other, pulling her nipples and making guttural noises. It brought back memories of mother's breasts swinging as we made love, much the same way Sandra and I were. After she came with me stroking from behind she wanted to ride me. I hadn't been in that position with her yet and I instantly fell in love with it. Those lovely soft warm squishy mammaries were front and center to be played with, kissed and sucked as she rode herself and ultimately me to an orgasm. In time it became one of my favorite positions, if she was the aggressor she would often start out that way almost always finishing on hands and knees. I overheard two guys in the hardware store one day talking about me getting married."Did you know John what's his name is getting married to that black chick from the library? How he landed that smokin piece is beyond me. After all, he lived with his mommy for years. What the hell would he know about pleasing a babe like her?""
I laughed out loud as I walked past them, lived with mommy, if they only knew. My mom taught me more about satisfying a woman than those two dolts would ever know. When I told Sandra about their comments she laughed as well.
"Little do those hill billies know, you are my perfect lover. Just wait until my belly is full of our baby, then they'll really freak out."
Sandra adapted to living on the farm instead of being in town with ease, on the days she would be late I'd make sure something was cooking by the time she got home. More often than not she was home before me and would have supper ready when I came in for the day. I got used to having my bride next to me every night, I also loved the fact that she did indeed prefer lingerie under her dresses and skirts, she kept my dick hard most of the time. We'd made the trip to see her parents several times after she had moved in with me, I fell in love with her mom and she with me. I would have no problem being her son-in-law. It took a little longer for her dad to open up, but in the end all was okay.
Her three brothers were cool and accepting except for Keith, he was and continues to be an ass to this day. No one in the family listens to him anymore, he's nothing more than someone you must tolerate because he's family. We got married on a knoll overlooking the farm on a warm breezy day, we didn't invite more than family. Sandra's mention of a swelling belly didn't take long either, by the fifth month of our marriage she told me she had a baby inside her. The following spring she chose not to renew her contract at the library with plans to focus all her efforts on being a wife and mommy.
Life rolls on, the business is stronger than any time prior, by the time we were done having kids there were four playing in the yard, three girls and a boy. Sandra became a part of the local community one friend at a time, they all knew me and they were rapidly beginning to know my Sandra. She learned of many Scandinavian customs and we all learned people from different cultures can live together amicably if we choose to do so.
I never spoke of my love affair with mother, and Sandra never asked although I think she wondered at times. Mother had been there for me at a time when we both needed each other, something I don't think of much these days, but will never regret.
It doesn't matter anyway, that was then, this is now .... our lives are spent focused on the now.
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