I was traveling on yet another extended business trip away from home, and these were occurring increasingly often. I really missed being at home with my husband, because outside of work hours I spent my time alone either sitting in my hotel room or just having a meal. I was feeling the loneliness of the road. But this trip changed all of that and made me wonder what the future might hold. Let me tell you why.
My name is Marcy, and I travel around to many different companies and help train their personnel. On this trip I was finishing up my third and last day of consulting with one of my regular clients and I had really started to build a good repour with this project team. After we finished the session, several in the group suggested we all go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate our successful completion and to thank me. I quickly agreed because I couldn't bear the thought of spending yet another night eating alone.
The group consisted of eight young men and women and me. One of the group was an attractive, tall black man of about 35 named Darrell. He is one of the senior team leaders and he showed real promise and leadership skills in the training sessions, and he really impressed me with his charisma and strong persona. And he was very good looking!
When Darrell and I spoke in class, I caught myself looking into his eyes and lingering a little too long. Did the others in the room noticed this? Did Darrell? I wasn't sure. I consider myself an attractive 45-year old white woman. I am tall and have long blond hair with a decent body, but I certainly would not assume that a handsome younger black man like Darrell would really be interested in someone like me.
Let me just say, I am happily married, and my husband is a very loving and attentive partner. But I must admit that after 20 years of marriage, the frequency of our intimacy has slowed, and the passion has waned a bit. But more importantly, I have carried a deeply held secret that I have never confided to anyone; my deep physical attraction to attractive black men. Ever since I was a young woman I found myself drawn to the dark good looks of a strong, athletic male figure, but I never had the nerve to fulfill that fantasy when I was younger.
I grew up in a predominantly white, conservative suburb. Perhaps it was the taboo, and the hint of possible scandal, that both excited me and kept me from acting on my desire. But I always perk up a little when I see an attractive black man on TV, in the movies, or walking down the street. My most recent object of lust is the actor Idris Elba, who I often fantasize about during lovemaking with my husband, or while masturbating alone.
The most I ever revealed about my attraction was when I teased my husband that Idris Elba would be included on my "list" if we were each free to pursue a fantasy affair with a celebrity. I always threw in some white celebrities too so as not to betray my secret desire for black men, but I wonder if my husband was starting to guess my secret. He teased me that he was going to buy me a dildo to help keep myself satisfied on my long business trips alone, but he said, "Sorry dear, it can't be a black one. That would be bigger than me, and I can't let you have a dildo that will make me jealous."
But back to my dinner with Darrell and the group. We went to the restaurant in my nearby hotel and were able to get a large private table for the whole group. I sat next to Darrell. I didn't plan it that way, but I was happy about it. I flattered myself that maybe Darrell had worked that out himself.
The dinner was very enjoyable and we all had a good time talking and laughing. I spent more and more time talking exclusively with Darrell and learned more about him. He was single and had only moved to the area about 2 years earlier. He had dated several women, both black and white, but had not met the right person yet. The more we talked the more I was entranced by his strong handsome features, his dark brown eyes, his deep smooth voice, and of course his athletic physique.
I learned that Darrell played a lot of sports in his free time, and he did some weight training to keep himself toned and in shape. Even in his casual business attire I could see the lines of his muscular shoulders and arms, and his shirt was fitted enough to show that he had flat and muscular abs. His pants were also just tight enough to show strong muscular thighs, and when he excused himself during dinner to use the restroom I couldn't help but notice the sizable bulge at his upper left thigh.
The dinner was ending, and the group was getting smaller as several of our companions excused themselves to head for home, wishing me a good night and hoping to see me in a couple of months on my next trip through town. Darrell and I continued to talk until we were the only two left. He said, "You know Marcy, I've really enjoyed tonight. You are so easy to talk to, I feel like I could talk to you about anything. I hate for the evening to end."
I quickly agreed. "You have no idea how happy I am to have spent the evening with you," I said, and swiftly added "and the others of course." He had to have noticed how I had monopolized his attention all evening.
During our conversations, I caught my mind taking off on my usual little fantasies, the ones I use to titillate myself when seeing a gorgeous black man on TV, or wherever. I had to stop and bring myself back to reality whenever I began thinking about what it would be like to see Darrell naked, or to have him on top of me in bed.
Darrell suggested, "If you're up for it, let's have one more drink to celebrate our newfound friendship; my treat!"
My eyes lit up at the thought of spending more time with Darrell. "I would love that! To be honest, I am not yet ready to be alone for the night." Darrell's apparent eagerness to stay longer with me inspired me to suggest, "Why don't we find a seat in the lounge out of these bright lights and the noise, away from other people if possible?"
Darrell liked that idea. We ordered two drinks and then found a small settee in a quiet area away from everyone. In fact, we had found a deep-set alcove away from the main lounge that was almost a private room for just the two of us. This was perfect, I thought, as we continued our friendly talk and finished our drinks. It was my third drink of the evening and I was feeling the effects: my inhibitions were lessening, and I was expressing my inner thoughts and feelings more openly and honestly than I normally would.
As we talked, I found myself slowly inching my body closer to him on the sofa until our thighs were touching; I felt a tingle up my spine at the contact. We were now totally comfortable with each other and I found it so easy, and quietly thrilling, to emphasize my discussions with small, seemingly innocuous body contacts; like placing my hand on his arm or knee to emphasize a point, or lightly slapping his hand when he said something slightly wicked.
Our talk turned to office intrigue and sexual affairs, which went well with my aroused feelings at the moment. Darrell told a very risqué, but hilarious story about an affair at the office. He explained, "Last Thursday, our CEO surprised one of the department managers, Sheila, when he walked into her office without knocking. He found her with her feet spread on the desk, her skirt at her waist, and the new intern's face buried between her legs!"
We were both laughing hysterically at this, and in my mildly drunken state I leaned toward Darrell and slapped my right hand down on his left thigh and left it there longer than I had before. It was then that I realized that my fingertips were touching the end of his penis bulging in his pants! Suddenly, I felt his cock move in response to my touch. I was so embarrassed, and I quickly pulled my hand back while my face went beet red. I stammered an apology, "Oh my God! Darrell, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to touch your... your... Um, what I mean is, it was an accident!"
Darrell just smiled, "Marcy, please don't worry about it. I understand how it happened." He even joked about it to calm me down, saying. "I should actually thank you. That's was the most action I've seen in weeks, even if it was only an accident."
