"I like younger black men, stud, and you, my dear Raphael, are the cream of the crop," Marianne Charles said in a coy tone, as she looked at Jacques Etienne, and licked her full, sensuous lips most suggestively. Leaning against her bright red Rav4, the tall, curvy and bodacious, forty-something Haitian-Canadian woman was looking at Jacques the way a hungry person looked at fast food, and he most definitely did not mind at all. Indeed, he'd been checking her out ever since he first visited the Haitian Adventist Church of downtown Ottawa a while ago...
"Good to know," Jacques finally replied, and then he went to Marianne, and pulled her into his arms. The two of them shared a passionate kiss and then began to passionately make love. Jacques's eager hands went to Marianne's breasts, and she pressed her curvaceous body against him, aching for his heat. They were dangerously close to doing it in the church parking lot, but fortunately Marianne had more sense than that...
"Let's go to my place, handsome, I don't live far," Marianne said, and Jacques sighed and nodded. Sitting on the passenger's seat, he watched Marianne intently as the Haitian MILF got behind the wheel, and drove from Avenue Du Roi Edouard, one of the City of Ottawa's busiest streets, and headed toward the east end, to the diverse and eventful Vanier area. Jacques smiled, for his Saturday afternoon was indeed looking up...
"You are one hot lady," Jacques said, and Marianne winked at him, then focused on driving. Clad in a black leather jacket over a white blouse and a knee-length black pleated skirt, Marianne Charles looked curvaceous and hot. Like a lot of the young brothers in the church, Jacques couldn't help but notice her. The Haitian MILF with the big booty and coy smile. Unlike all the others, however, Marianne actually noticed him, and now, he was going back to her place. How frigging cool was that?
Jacques thought of the young women he saw at his school, Algonquin College, and how most of them left him cold. At the age of twenty, Jacques was sure of two things in this life. He loved the Montreal Canadiens hockey team even though he lived in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and he couldn't resist the limitless charms of gorgeous older black women. Especially the big-booty, dark-skinned ones like Marianne Charles...
Marianne glanced at Jacques as she drove, and smiled upon noticing the dreamy expression on his handsome face. At the age of forty two, Marianne was the gold standard of black female divorcees. Her marriage to a Quebecer named Julien Tremblay ended when the old white dude she married ages ago to get her citizenship in Canada caught her in bed with a young brother named Louis Atelier.
