My last story involving Amy ended with us holding each other while standing naked in the woods behind our homes. I had just gotten her out of a situation where she had been coerced into posing naked for an 18-year-old neighbor while he masturbated.
While we've never had sex, Amy felt my pecker enlarge a little while we hugged and playfully reminded me that she had never "popped" me and that she wanted to thank me properly.
So, I'm on my way over to Amy's and wonder how far we'll let this go. Maybe we should just laugh it off and pretend nothing happened. However, it would be nice to see Amy in action. Maybe, a nice little hand job with her sweet titties swaying while she strokes my cock.
Yeh, that's it! A nice little hand job and maybe Amy's titties brushing against my cock while she thanks me properly.
I walked up to the front door and rang the bell as I thought of her. A fine looking woman of about 60, a little gray streaking her soft auburn hair. She kept herself trim and fit while her full breasts only sagged a little, jiggling nicely when she walked. And her butt, well, it was perfect. Full and round, just like a Valentine. You wanted to grab a handful of each cheek and give them a smack. Yes, a fine looking old broad. And I was about to get rewarded.
Amy smiled as she opened the door and asked me in. She seemed a bit nervous but I figured she was just jittery, a little skittish about going thru with the hand job.
She poured a glass of wine for me and ushered me into the living room.
I was a little nervous myself. But got more so, when I saw what waited.
There was Anita, a black girl who used to work for me at the bank, sitting on the couch thumbing thru a magazine.
"Well, Anita, what a peasant surprise. I haven't see you, in what, 3-4 years?"
"Yes, Mr. Cleve, I guess it has been that long."
"Oh, please call me Bob, you know we're not at the office anymore."
"Okay, Bob. In that case, why don't you go and pour me one of those and bring it right here?" as she patted the coffee table in front of her.
I guess no hand job tonight with Anita visiting.
It can wait.
Unless….?
Was Amy up to her old tricks again?
She knew I fancied Anita but never tried anything at work because of…well, you know…fooling around at work is one of those taboos not to be broken…ever.
But now…hmmm
The conversation was light and friendly as we discussed old times and life in general. All three of us were settling in and feeling comfy with one another. After a couple more glasses of wine, Amy pushed the starter on the fireplace and the room was filled with that warm flickering light that only fires can provide.
Life was good and I was mellow.
You know, I always wondered what Anita would be like...naked. Without any clothes. Especially those big black breasts...soft and sweet.
And she did have large breasts with a soft luscious butt as a bonus.
Black girls have always turned me on.
Gold jewelry looks so good against their dark skin. And the darker and blacker, the better.
I'll bet that Eve was a black chick. Running around naked in Paradise with only poor Adam to keep her company. God, I wished I had been there. Maybe I could have stopped Eve from eating that apple, and then we'd all be running around naked and talking to the animals.
Amy noticed that I had drifted off in thought… amusing myself with the possibilities.
"Bob, you're not paying attention to us. Now be a gentleman and entertain us.
"Sure Amy, I was just having biblical imagery and got carried away. What would you like?"
"I'd like you to pull out your penis and let us have a look"
That was direct!
"Sure Amy, and then what…a hand job?"
I looked at Anita and she seemed very composed, not upset , agitated...not anything.
