"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" she whispered as she grinded her hot vagina into Sam's firm bulge. She pinned him against the copier room wall. Her blonde hair formed a golden veil around their faces as she leaned down to lightly pressed her surprisingly full lips to Sam's. The lustful emerald green eyes hypnotized him. He was at her mercy. "Three years. Three years I have wanted you and you have wanted me. Now you are mine."
Rain was drop dead gorgeous. Silky blonde hair, striking deep emerald eyes, flawless skin and a bright smile. She was tall and well-proportioned with D cup size breasts, twenty-four inch waist and a plump derriere. Sam used to tease that she had a little "sista" in her to have an ass like that. She retorted, "Maybe so. But I definitely would not mind a little "brotha" in me.
In the copier room, the two good friends were in an awkward situation.
"Rain, are you sure? You're married."
"Married to a man who would rather watch porn than fuck his wife. A man who told me he wished he had married his high school sweetheart instead of me. A man who cheated on me with my best friend." Rain stepped back and bawled. Sam wrapped his arms around her tightly as she released the sadness and frustration her husband had caused her. She shook and wiped her tears on his shirt sleeve.
"He's a fool, Rain. No man in his right mind would ever cheat on a beautiful woman like you." Her reddened eyes peered pitifully at Sam. He returned her gaze and reminisced about their history together.
They were both hired by the university around the same time. Tension existed between them at first. Sam assumed Rain looked down on him because he was black. Rain was frustrated that the handsome man would not make eye contact and avoided her. The situation came to a head one day as they rode the elevator in silence.
"What's your problem with me?" Rain asked.
"What are you talking about? I don't have a problem with you," Sam responded quizzically.
"Why don't you talk to me?"
"Why don't you talk to me? Am I supposed to pursue you because your drop dead gorgeous?" The comment caught both Sam and Rain off guard and left an awkward silence. Sam extended his hand. "My name is Sam Shuffield." Rain grasped his hand and her body tingled.
"Rain Anderson. Nice to meet you. And thank you for the compliment." From that point forward, the two became fast friends and were inseparable. Of course, fabricated rumors of trysts floated around campus. They knew their relationship was platonic until now.
"It's OK. Let it out." Sam rubbed her back in small circles while inhaling the floral scent of her shampoo. Even though this was not the appropriate time. He was aroused. Even in sorrow, Rain emitted a raw, powerful sensuality. Rain calmed down and broke their embrace.
"I am so sorry for making a pass at you, Sam. I value our friendship too much to mess it up with sex." She looked down at the twitching bulge in Sam's khakis. "At least your little friend was happy for a moment." She gently patted his erection and felt the heat though his pants. She stopped herself and walked toward the door. Sam panicked, knowing what he was about to do was wrong, but his body telling him everything was right.
"DON'T LEAVE!" he shouted. Rain froze, but remained facing the door. She felt Sam's body heat as he pressed himself against her backside and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her stomach was rock hard while her ass was soft as cotton. Rain let out a barely audible sigh and pressed her hands against the door. Pushing her ass deeper into Sam's crotch. Sam's hands moved up her shirt and stopped right below her breasts.
"What's wrong?" Rain asked.
"I have wanted this since that day in the elevator. But you're married for one. And we are locked in the copier room at seven o'clock second. I don't want to do it like this." Sam's sense of honor touched Rain. She turned around and cupped Sam's dark brown face in her hands and appreciated the contrast between the two body parts.
"You're right, Sam. But you have to know that I have already left my husband. He didn't see to phased." She gently rubbed her soft, smooth hands on Sam's cheeks and jaws. Sam closed his eyes and relished her touch that ignited his passion, but also brought an inner peace to him. "Let's go home."
Rain let go of Sam and walked out of the room. Sam sat on a box of copy paper and took ten deep breaths. He couldn't walk out with the bulge in his pants. After five minutes, he left the room and headed home.
Around midnight, Sam laid in bed. He just finished reading Sister Souljah's latest novel. His cell phone rang with the ringtone of Usher and Alicia Keyes "My Boo". It was Rain.
"Hey!"
"Hey there yourself," she said sensually.
"How are you doing?"
"OK, considering the circumstances. Thinking about you."
"Is that so?" Sam's manhood hardened.
"I just stepped out of the shower. I lotioned myself up and wished someone was here to massage my silky smooth skin." Rain gently pulled and teased her nipples as she spoke. She had never had phone sex before.
"And who would you like that lucky person to be?" Sam's penis began to throb with desire.
"Well, I imagined a tall, muscular, dark-skinned black man with a long cock. Know anybody?" Rain's juices ran down her leg at the thought of Sam's cock. She gently kneaded her labia and clitoris.
"I think I might fit that description, Ms. Anderson. Maybe we could meet sometime and discuss an arrangement." Sam stroked his length slowly as a drop of pre-cum dripped from the head of his penis.
"The only arrangement I want is you inside me. I can imagine how spectacular you hard dick would feel inside my tight pussy. How your balls would slam against my perineum. How full I would feel and how hard I would cum. OOOOH!" Rain's middle and index fingers were knuckle deep inside her vagina and her thumb furiously worked her clit. Her excitement and pleasure reached Sam's ear and his erection jerked and twitched involuntarily.
