This story is a work of fiction. Any connection with the names of the people in this story and with anyone in real life is coincidental. It is a fantasy of mine that I'd like to share.
The story begins in a small town in western Pennsylvania. My name is Alex Peters and I am a recent divorcee. My ex-wife was secretly seeing a another man and felt she wanted the marriage to end after less than one year and left me. I was devastated, but even more so, when the female judge in the case awarded her just about everything she wanted, including the house and the SUV and half the estate I received when my parents passed away. I really loved my wife and her great legs but unfortunately for me I lost her to a man who obviously had a bigger dick than me.
Growing up I was an only child. After graduating from high school I went to trade school and learned carpentry. I started my own business in building remodeling and then met Sheila, a beautiful model with great legs. We married two years later and I was very happy with my new bride. Unfortunately my parents both passed during our first year of marriage and I was heartbroken. About four months later Sheila left me for that black man and I found myself all alone. I was very sad.
It took me over a year to finally get myself going again and one day for lunch I treated myself to a steak lunch at the local Longhorn Steakhouse. I was seated at a small table with my waitress being a lovely young black woman named Elizabeth. She was a beautiful young lady with a sweet voice, and when I called her by her name she told me to call her Beth. Beth stood about 5'9" which was about two inches taller than me.
I had never dated a black woman before but I thought I could do well with her. I am a leg man but I couldn't tell if she had nice legs because her work attire consisted of black slacks and a white blouse with the restaurant's logo on it. She sweetly asked me what I would like to drink and after I told her a glass of water I watched her walk away. She had a well shaped rear end which I figured could only lead to a pair of nice legs.
Later on as I was eating my lunch Beth came over and asked if she could sit with me during her break. Of course I said yes and we engaged in some small talk and I found out that she lived alone about five miles away. She also told me the woman who usually takes her home after work couldn't make it in that day and she wasn't sure how she would get home. Since I barely knew Beth I was cautious with what I said to her at first, but after a few minutes and before she went back to work I told her that I could take her home if she needed a ride.
She told me that she would check again with her fellow workers about getting a lift home and if no one could do it she would accept my offer.
In a few minutes she returned and told me as she sat across from me that there was no one else who could take her home and that she would gladly go home with me.
I said to her, "If you're cautious that a stranger like me would not act like a gentleman I will allow you to tie my hands behind my back and you drive."
Beth replied, "That sounds like fun. Do you have any rope in your car?"
"Yes, I do. I always have some in case of an emergency."
"Great!" she said. "I get off in about forty-five minutes if you would wait for me."
"Yes, I'll wait," I told her, but actually I was thinking that I could hardly wait to get this foxy broad in the sack. It had been a while since I had any sex and I was tired of jerking off so I was anxious to see how far I could go with Beth. And besides it would be my first time with a black woman, and a beautiful black woman at that.
I completely forgot about the little suggestion about the rope. But Beth didn't! When we got into my car she asked me where was the rope. I stuttered a bit before I said, "Oh, you really meant that?"
"Yes, I would feel much better if we did it that way. After all I only met you this afternoon."
