“Okay,” he says, not really believing her, returning to his sweeping. She really wants to ask him what his intentions were. The undeniable attraction growing between them made her wonder what his true angle was. But, unable to lie to herself, Sophie already knew that they'd reached a fork in the road. Her thirst for this statuesque, black- Zeus of a man made her long to choose the path of quenching her desires. But, Jamal didn't know that she was a virgin, and so she thought she'd probably not be the best person to satisfy his experience. She doesn’t divulge this though, and instead asks him something that she wishes she hadn’t as soon as the question escapes her lips.“Are you free tonight?” she asks him, and then immediately bites her lip.“I could be,” he says, holding his broom tighter, obviously also very nervous now.“Apartment 243, the Edgerton building…” she says, again before she can stop herself.“Okay…around seven?” he asks, seeming to want to conclude this conversation th
Jamal gets up from the table and helps her with the plates, and then he looks around for another bottle of wine, needing more courage than he has suddenly. He is also not sure what to do now, and so he really feels like he needs another bottle. He drank wine only one other time in his life, and it was the cheap boxed kind. So now, even though he has not yet acquired the taste for this crimson liquid, he knows that it is probably the only alcohol that Sophie has in her house. He also won’t put her out in any way by asking for a beer.After washing up, and watching Sophie open up the bottle, they walk over to the couch. Sophie sits first, and Jamal follows after he pours the wine. He looks at her, she looks at him, and the moment just hangs suspended, for what seems like forever. Then without warning, Jamal puts his mouth on hers and she kisses him back almost immediately. They kiss for the longest time, their lips moving over each other softly. They smolder in the soft heat, with no
“Are you okay?” he asks her now, taking another huge sip from the bottle.“I am…I’m sorry…” she says. She really feels the need to apologize for this one thing that never happened. She is obviously not ready for it, but she really wants to have his hands on her again. How though will she let him know that there is a limit to what he thinks is going to happen? She thinks though that it would be more than a little unfair to allow this to go on any further.“Don’t be, it’s okay…” he says, although it really doesn’t look like it is okay. Sophie thinks that it is best for Jamal to leave now, but she cannot bring herself to ask him to. She takes a huge sip from the glass in her hand, and finishes the contents before holding it up for a refill.Jamal obliges, looking a little confused. He isn’t sure if she is trying to drink herself in the mood, or if she is just using the wine as a crutch. They finish this bottle in relative silence and then Jamal walks over to the window. Then he looks out
When he starts to spray his load it lands on his chest first, and then a little bit of it falls on the bed. Then it starts to spray out of his tip in a steady stream and some of it lands on his chin. Jamal moves his face out of the way, but it is too late. His hands don’t stop working on his tool though, because he needs to milk every last drop from his cock now, before he can relax.After he has watched the last bit of semen trickle from his dome, he pulls on his cock a little more, and then relaxes onto his bed, and stays there motionless for a while. The remnants of his self-manipulation comes over him in waves, and he momentarily quivers with sensual spasms, now laying satisfied on the bed. One thing is certain, he really knows his way around himself, and he does a great job of releasing any pent-up sexual tension when he needs to. As he wipes his semen from himself, he gets up and goes to the kitchen. While he would have loved to quench his thirst with the sweet nectar he imagin
"Why don't I have his number?", she wonders?Had she really meant for this experience to be just a once off? She isn’t sure, but as she gets out of the bath, she makes up her mind that she will definitely see him again, soon. She will not make it to her jog come 4AM, so in about two days she will drop this bit of information to Jamal and give him the whole day to think about it. And then, if he shows up that night, then he will know what he is dealing with, and he will be a little more prepared.Exactly two days later Sophie is on the track again, just before 4. She looks around for Jamal, but she doesn’t see him. She stretches a little bit, and throws her eyes around the track again. Still there is no sign of Jamal. Sophie really starts to wonder if he is going to be a no show, and she really starts to feel a tug in her belly, letting her know that she will be very disappointed if she doesn’t see him. Suddenly, Jamal walks out of the maintenance building, armed with a broom, and she
Jamal takes off his own clothes, watching as Sophie takes off her dress. In her panties and bra, she gets on the bed. He is standing there in his boxers, not sure if he should take them off. He decides to give it a minute, and gets on the bed next to her. He lies next to Sophie and runs his fingers up the full length of her body. She closes her eyes, and feels his fingers moving all over her now, and then she feels his hands on her bra. When he gets it off too quickly she is suddenly tense.“Relax, I got you…” he says, and then starts to pull her panties down. Sophie knows that she has a great body, and so she lets him. She also shaved that morning too, so she is as smooth as a baby’s bum down there. She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she hopes will be easier than the thoughts that she is having. She is really driving herself crazy with thoughts of what it will feel like, and she just wishes that he will get on with it so that she knows.Naked now, she looks at his shorts. He
Sophie starts to lick her lips. Jamal licks his lips before going down and licking her lips. She smiles, opening her eyes. He looks at her, reprimanding, and she closes her eyes again. Then he slides two fingers into her, easily because of the lube and the natural wetness of her pussy, and he fingers her slowly. He fingers her a little bit harder and then pulls his fingers from her. Jamal parts her legs a little more, and looks at her pussy, before looking at his fingers. They are thick and they are incredibly long. He is going to have to be careful.Jamal brings his mouth on her, and then starts to get a finger inside her again. Then he adds a second finger, and it is a comfortable fit. He kisses her deeper on the mouth and starts to snake his tongue into her mouth now, starting to very slowly push a third finger into her. She starts to pant, and he sends his tongue deeper into her mouth. Sophie tries to move her pussy away from the fingers inside it now, just because she needs a mi
Sophie walks into his apartment and she looks around too, repeating what he did the first night at her place. She knows that he will not give her a tour though, because the three-bedroom apartment where Jamal lives is shared with two other guys. They are not in tonight though, probably asked by Jamal to give him a little space. The single sofa in the living room looks a little worse for ware; the nicest thing in the space is the plasma TV.“Can I get you something?” he asks, pulling her close to him now and kissing her neck passionately.“I’m okay,” she says, having had half a bottle of wine before taking a cab to his apartment.“You sure?” he asks, walking them both to the kitchen and pulling a single bottle of wine from the cupboard. She knows that this is for her benefit.“Maybe one glass…” Sophie says, wanting him to get on with the reason she has come here.He pours them both a glass of wine in tumblers, not a wine glass in sight, and she sips the cabernet slowly. It actually isn