Note: I hope to share many stories in the months ahead with the Literotica readers. Like the following, they will be true to life accounts of my encounters and/or relationships with various married, white women. I am a black man in my early thirties. Patricia was the first white wife that I ever had the pleasure of being with. I will never forget one moment of our day together. I hope you enjoy, because we certainly did.
The first time I saw Patricia (Trish) Neighbors she was perspiring, and out of breath. She had been exercising just before I showed up at her door that day to install her direct TV satellite dish. But she was the real dish, standing there dabbing her forehead and neck with her towel. Strands of her long blonde hair had pulled loose from her ponytail during the workout, and now they clung beautifully to the moist skin of her neck. Her warm green eyes and genuine smile were so disarming that I immediately felt at ease in her presence.
"Well, good morning young man! Right on time. Thank you, I appreciate that. I have sort of a busy afternoon and didn't need to be hanging around here for too long." I really liked hearing her call me young man. Having just turned twenty-one I was still adjusting to being referred to as a man. But I liked the sound of it, especially from a beautiful older woman. She was in her mid to late thirties, I guessed.
Smiling at me, she paused just momentarily, and then continued. "Where do you want to start? Is there anything you need from me?"
"Uh, well yes Ma'am. I need to see the televisions you want connected. Three of them, I believe?"
"Uh-huh, yep that's right. The first one is right through here in the great room," she said, leading me through a doorway and into a big, warm living area.
"This big screen right over here," she continued, as she crossed the room towards the 50-inch Sony on the far wall. As she moved towards the set, I couldn't help but notice her beautiful female shape. This was one beautiful white woman. Her bluish-gray Nike top showed the lovely curve of her back, narrowing down to a very impressive waistline. Although it revealed only the slightest bit of cleavage, it's close fit and thin fabric left no doubt as to the sizable breasts it concealed. Her thin white sweat pants were stretched tightly across one of the shapeliest asses that I'd seen in my twenty-one years. Although her hips appeared to be just a bit wide for the rest of her frame (probably from giving birth, I concluded), she was a picture of incredible sexuality. Even the small, faint, outline of perspiration on her backside, extending up and down from her waistline, was very arousing. And when I realized that I could easily trace the line of her panties, I felt the familiar pang that hits a man somewhere between his stomach and his cock.
"OK, that's no problem," I told her, returning to business. "I can come right through this wall with my cable if that works for you. Next?"
"Sure, right this way."
She led me down a hall, all the while I'm watching her beautiful ass move seductively from side to side. She turned into the master bedroom at the end of the hall, and pointed across the room to where an even larger unit sat on wall shelves. Underneath was a communication desk complete with PC, stereo, and a huge selection of CDs and dvds.
"What about this one?" she asked, turning to me. I crossed the room to inspect a little closer. When I turned back to her she was moving in my direction, and a little too quickly I thought. She seemed to be a little anxious about something all of a sudden.
"Well Mrs. Neighbors, I can come right through the back of this wall behind the TV if you want, that way there won't be any cable showing. How does that sound?"
By now she had closed the distance between us. Her eyes were darting back and forth from me to the desk below the TV.
"Yeah, I like the sound of that," she said as she looked toward the desk and tossed her towel in that direction. My eyes naturally followed the towel. I thought for sure that I caught a glimpse of a dvd cover with a blonde woman on her knees sucking the cock of a naked black man, just before the towel hit the desk and obscured the dvd.
Looking totally shocked I'm sure, I turned back to her as she quickly looked away. But I saw just the slightest trace of a smile, as she headed back toward the bedroom door.
"If you'll follow me I'll show you the last one. It's out in the garage where my husband spends a good bit of his time," she said with a smile that was giving way to what had just taken place, and the fact that I was standing there frozen in my tracts over what I'd just seen. Looking back now, the look on my face was surely priceless.
I suddenly realized there was another reason for her smile as I watched her eyes move down the front of my body. It was evident that the dvd and Mrs. Patricia Neighbors were both having a noticeable affect on my twenty-one year old dick. It was also becoming increasingly evident that Mrs. Patricia Neighbors was enjoying it.
As she led me to the garage, I was treated to an un-obscured view of her bouncing butt once again. Along the way, she smiled knowingly back at me a couple of times. By the time we reached the garage, I had a full-blown hard-on, which in my case is not all that easy to conceal. I have been blessed with length and girth in that department. Not bragging, it's just the way it is. I'm near ten inches when hard, and as big around as a Red Bull can.
She must have been able to tell something of my size, as she watched me moving about nervously trying to conceal my erection with movements and my clipboard. She continued to smile at me, but there was a hint of interest and curiosity that slowly betrayed her smile.
Finally she said, "Well, if you have everything you need young man," pausing briefly while smiling, she continued, "I'm going to jump in the shower while you get started. Just work on this one here and the one in the great room while I get cleaned up. OK?"
"Sure thing Mrs. Neighbors, I'll get right to work," I told her, a bit relieved.
