He Who Hesitates

The first time I saw him, I noticed him checking me out a little bit,
and I was doing exactly the same thing. He was just the way I like my
men, big, broad shoulders, large hands, brown eyes. I shifted in my
seat, trying to pay attention to my book but instead fantasizing about
what it would be like to fuck him. I saw him a few more times after
that and finally decided if he wasn’t going to talk to me, I was going
to go over to him.

I was wearing a tight white dress that I know looked great against my
smooth brown skin. My hair had been styled into sexy curls that fell
over my face, and since I wasn’t wearing a bra, my nipples were clearly
visible through my dress. We talked for a while, but then he had to go.

I was pissed as hell. I had been dripping wet all through our
conversation, and when I went home, my pussy hair was all matted with
my juices. I lay back on the bed, fingering my tits with one hand and
my clit with the other, and imagined what it would be like to have that
sexy man’s white cock sliding in and out of my furry black pussy. I
came hard, my steaming cunt clenching around my fingers, and I made up
my mind that I had to have him.

The next time I saw him, I hung back a little, but before long he came
over to me to talk. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “You
know you could have gotten laid last night.” I nibbled his ear for a
moment and then sat back, smiling like the cat who had ate the canary.
When I crossed my legs, the smell of my pussy wafted up between us.

I could see his prick making a pup tent in his pants, so I just smiled.
Lots of big guys don’t think they can get laid, but I like my men like
that. More to hold on to. “Well?” I asked loudly. He blushed.

Long story short, ten minutes later we’re back at my place. By then I
had figured out that he was a little shy, so I just walked right up to
him and started kissing him, thrusting my tongue in his mouth. His
dick hadn’t gotten soft at all, and I rubbed my thigh against it as we
kissed. I guided his hands to my breasts, and he enjoyed them, rubbing
and stroking them.

“Help me out of my dress,” I said, and he did. He put his hands back
on my bare black tits and then started sucking on my nipples until they
were like shiny drops of chocolate. I was creaming so hard my thighs
were dripping with my juices. I lay back on the bed and like a good
boy he got right between my legs and started eating me out.

I held onto his hair and rubbed my cunt all over his face, coming like
crazy until his lips were dripping with my juices. “Now fuck me,” I
whispered to him. He was more than ready. His dick wasn’t very big,
but he knew how to use it, going right to fucking me with strong
thrusts, holding himself up with his arms.

He screwed me so well, thrusting hard with his hips that I came again
when he was inside me, which almost never happens with me. I couldn’t
have been happier. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling my cunt up to
meet him, and then he groaned in pleasure and I felt his cock spurting
inside me.

“Would you really have fucked me last time I saw you?” he asked in
surprise.

I nodded. “Yup. And you’re lucky I didn’t give up on you. You should
never make a lady wait.”

He nodded seriously. “I’ll never hesitate again.”