by Pollard, D T
“Oh damn. Take it easy, until I adjust,” Meagan said with a halting voice.
“Don’t worry. This will be fantastic, you’ll see,” Jonathan said as he stayed frozen in place.
Jonathan then began to slowly move backwards and started a motion that Meagan physically couldn’t resist matching as he came to her body she went to his in perfect unison. Meagan’s pace began to build and took on urgency as she could see the contrasting colors of their bodies with the faint light coming from the window. Jonathan then stood and Meagan wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked with her over to the bed, but instead of placing her immediately on the bed he used the strength of his arms to continue their lovemaking pace unabated. Meagan managed to hook her legs into the bend of his arms and her knees were trapped between his forearms and bulging biceps as she literally hung onto Jonathan with her arms around his neck.
“Come on baby. That’s so good to me,” Meagan said as perspiration started to build all over her body.
Jonathan then placed Meagan on the bed. Meagan’s legs naturally bent backwards with the heels of her feet on his shoulders and she enjoyed the full strength of Jonathan as he drove his body into hers.
“Oh my God! I’m coming baby! Ohhh!!” Meagan said in release as she shook and trembled.
“Unnghh!” Jonathan grunted as he reached his peak and they both collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.
“Oh lord!” Meagan exclaimed.
“How was it?” Jonathan asked while breathing heavily.
“How was it? Didn’t you hear me? I could hardly believe I was saying those things. Let’s rest awhile and do it again,” Meagan said.
“Again? I might need some help with that. You might have to break one of your other taboos to get Mr. Taboo going again,” Jonathan said.
“You mean that oral sex thing. I might try it if the payoff is worth it. Will it be worth it?” Meagan asked.
“Well give me a few minutes to rest and then I’ll answer you,” Jonathan said.
After resting for thirty minutes and quenching their thirst with water, the long day got to Jonathan and he drifted off to sleep, but he was awakened by some extracurricular activity Meagan had initiated on her own initiative. Jonathan felt pleasant sensations in his private area and he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.
“Damn woman, you could have woke me up. What if I had thought you were an intruder,” Jonathan said.
“Yeah right, an intruder that breaks in and gives you head,” Meagan said.
“Oh, you’re just calling it what it is now,” Jonathan said.
“I didn’t say I didn’t know what it was. I just said I didn’t like it and wasn’t very good at it. You probably get it done to you all of the time. What should I be doing?” Meagan asked.
“Well, I’ve never given instructions in how to do it to me, because I always work the other side of the street. Okay, ah, grab it. Hey, hey, not that hard! Think of two things and you’ll do fine. Think of trying to eat an ice cream cone in the middle of summer and keeping the ice cream from melting or running down your hand. The other is trying to eat one of those single stick frozen popsicles in the summer without letting it melt. One last thing, don’t bite the ice cream or Popsicle®, that’s important. I’ll let you practice all you want,” Jonathan said as he watched.
It didn’t take long and Meagan got the results she was looking for.
“That’s what I wanted to see. I did good. Why don’t you just slide up on the bed and lie back. I want to see what I can do with this thing,” Meagan said.
Jonathan did as requested and laid back with his head resting on a pillow. Meagan crawled up his torso grasped his manhood and slowly descended while pulling him into her body.
“Oh yes. That feels so good,” Meagan said.
Meagan then began to arch her back and rock back and forth on Jonathan allowing as much penetration and friction as possible. Meagan felt like electricity was flowing through her being and tapping into every nerve ending in her body. After twenty minutes Meagan’s hair was dripping with sweat as she was in a squat position with her head down and her hands almost griping Jonathan’s chest. There was no music, but the rhythm was the sound of Meagan’s pelvic area making contact with Jonathan’s body. Meagan felt a building sensitivity in her body that seemed to be split between her mind and her sexual sweet spot. As Meagan neared the peak of the feeling deep inside her it felt like an instant transfer of intense energy all pooled together in one area and she exploded in a convulsive release of concentrated erotic force.
“Ohhh, uungh!” were the less than ladylike groans coming from Meagan as she tensed her abdominal muscles and thrust forward as forcefully as she could before she collapsed onto Jonathan’s chest.
Meagan felt the soreness in her abdominal muscles, thighs and calves just like she did after a workout as she stretched her petite five foot five inch body on top of Jonathan’s six foot two inch frame.
“There’s something I don’t get. You were married for a number of years, what were you and your husband doing in bed? You act like you’ve never really enjoyed sex before,” Jonathan said.
“Well we just sort of had sex to get it out of the way. I knew he wanted sex so I let him finish and we moved on, it wasn’t like what we did tonight. I would get in bed under the covers with the lights out and let him do what he needed to do. There wasn’t a lot of lead up to doing it. What you did to me by the window before we really made love lasted longer than our whole deal,” Meagan said.
“So you guys really didn’t do any foreplay, before having sex. You just went at it and that was it?” Jonathan asked.
“Well you have to understand we we’re both from very conservative families and looked at sex from that standpoint. Sex as fun or recreation just wasn’t something we viewed that way, until he came home with his new ideas,” Meagan said.
“Wait a minute, if you think about it, sex is about procreating and having children. Most people don’t have big families like that anymore with birth control and all, but they still have lots of sex. When you look at it that way, then most of the sex that people have today is recreational, if you’re not enjoying sex with your partner, then you’re missing one of the great pleasures in life. So how was it being with a black man for the first time?” Jonathan asked.
“It was good, but I don’t think it was because of your race, I think it was because of you,” Meagan said.
“Well, that’s the point, everybody’s different and you can’t base anything on factors like race because everybody has their own personality, habits and hang-ups,” Jonathan said.
“My family would be shocked to know I was here with you doing what we just did. My daddy thought black people were inferior to whites and he had a real thing against black men, I still don’t quite understand why he felt that way,” Meagan said.
“There’re hundreds of years of history behind that kind of attitude, but there’s no use in going into it now. I’ve got to get some sleep. You’ve worn me out,” Jonathan said.
The next day Jonathan and Meagan did visit the September 11 memorial and a few other points of interest in the city. When they came back to the hotel they had a few hours before it was time to go to the airport for their flight back to Dallas. Jonathan asked Meagan what she thought was a strange question as they were standing outside.
“How do you feel about walking outside topless?” Jonathan asked.
“What, here on the street? No way! I’d get arrested,” Meagan said.
“Not in New York City. It’s legal for a woman to go topless outside,” Jonathan said.
“Really! Then why aren’t more women doing it?” Meagan asked.
“You tell me?” Jonathan said.
“I guess they’re like me. Habit and tradition is holding them back from doing it,” Meagan said.
“You may not get this chance for a long time, are you sure you don’t want to experience the fresh breeze on your chest like men have for years, it’s a pow
erful feeling?” Jonathan asked.
“I would feel like everyone would be looking at me,” Meagan said.
“You can’t do this when you get back home,” Jonathan said.
“Are you sure I won’t get arrested?” Meagan asked.
“I’m positive,” Jonathan asked.
Meagan looked at Jonathan for a long moment and saw the challenge in his eyes.
“I’m going to do it,” Meagan said while laughing like a mischievous child.
“Put your sunglasses on just in case someone snaps your picture and posts it on the internet,” Jonathan said.
“What?” Meagan said.
“Never mind, I’ll hold your blouse and bra. Just walk to the end of the block and back,” Jonathan said.
Meagan ducked behind Jonathan and quickly removed her top and bra. Meagan then boldly walked down the sidewalk in New York City to the end of the block and turned around and walked back. A few people looked at her, but most just kept moving, including a policeman.
“Wow! That felt great,” Meagan said as she put her top back on.
“What about your bra?” Jonathan said.
“Keep it,” Meagan said as she walked inside the hotel.
On the flight back to Dallas, Meagan looked at Jonathan,
“Where do we go from here?” Meagan asked.
“Who knows? Wherever fate takes us,” Jonathan replied.
Meagan knew she had entered new territory and had never really dabbled in casual sexual encounters. In the past having sex with a man meant that there was the prospect of a lasting monogamous relationship, but Meagan knew that wasn’t the case with Jonathan before she accepted his trip invitation, after all she had already watched him having sex with another woman.
4
Meagan was about to leave Jonathan’s house and she still had a few days left on her vacation.
“Why don’t you come over Saturday about six o’clock, I’m having a small group over, no more than four or five people? I’ll be manning the grill out by my pool area,” Jonathan said.
“Can you cook?” Meagan asked.
“I do okay. I’ve got lots of time on my hands, cooking is another hobby I picked up,” Jonathan said.
“Okay, I be here,” Meagan said as she was about to leave.
“Come here before you go,” Jonathan said and Meagan walked over to him.
“Did you have a good time in New York? I had a great time,” Jonathan said.
“Yes, I had a good time. Couldn’t you tell?” Meagan replied.
Jonathan surprised Meagan when he pulled her to him and kissed her hard and ran his hands all over her ass.
“What was that for?” Meagan asked as she caught her breath.
“That’s something you can take with you as a reminder to come back,” Jonathan said.
“You’re crazy. I’ll see you Saturday,” Meagan said.
Meagan made her way home to her suburban home north of Dallas. Her house had seemed empty since her husband left over a year ago, but it felt less empty today. Meagan’s cell phone rang.
“Tiffany. Yes I’m back. Come on over,” Meagan said.
Tiffany Anderson and Meagan worked together when she first moved to Dallas. Tiffany left the company years ago, but they still remained friends. Meagan was sure that Tiffany would grill her on her sudden trip to New York with a mystery man. Thirty minutes later Meagan’s doorbell rang.
“Hi girl. Come on in,” Meagan said.
“Okay spill it. What the hell were you doing in New York and who were you doing in New York,” Tiffany asked.
“Well I kind of met this guy. He’s a little different and he kind of surprised me by saying he had a spare seat on his jet and asked if I wanted to go to New York with him,” Meagan said.
“Hold up. You met a guy that owns his own jet?” Tiffany said.
“Well he doesn’t own it. It’s like he has a partial ownership and get’s to use it so many times a year?” Meagan said.
“What did you do up there?” Tiffany asked.
“We went to a Broadway show, had dinner and visited a few sights,” Meagan said.
“That sounds like fun. What else?” Tiffany asked.
“What do you mean what else?” Meagan said.
“Did you, you know, get you some,” Tiffany asked.
“Yes I got me some, if you must know. My God you’re nosy,” Meagan said.
“Okay, who is this guy, because if you let him near your stuff, it must be serious,” Tiffany said.
“What is that supposed to mean? I can’t just meet a guy, like him and have a little fun sex?” Meagan said.
“No, you can’t. You’re history is any nookie you give up is for honeymoon practice. I’m just saying,” Tiffany replied.
“That’s not true. His name is Jonathan and it’s not a serious thing,” Meagan said.
“What does he look like?” Tiffany said.
“He’s about six foot two, two hundred plus pounds and ripped,” Meagan said.
“Blond or dark hair,” Tiffany asked.
“No hair. He’s bald,” Meagan said.
“Bald is in now days. Fair skinned or tanned,” Tiffany said.
“He’s tanned. He’s a black man,” Meagan said.
“He’s a black man!” Tiffany said.
“Are you serious? You went to New York with a black man and you had sex with him?” Tiffany said.
“Why are you so surprised?” Meagan asked.
“Why am I surprised? I know you and some of the things you’ve said in the past about black people, I’m just surprised,” Tiffany said.
“I felt that way and said those things because I was ignorant. I was raised with all that kind of stuff being pumped into my head and its hurt me over the years. I met this guy and decided to get to know him as a person and he’s opened my eyes to a few things,” Meagan said.
“It sounds like he opened more than just your eyes,” Tiffany said.
“That’s nasty,” Meagan said.
“How was he?” Tiffany asked.
“What do you mean how was he?” Meagan asked
“What was it like? Was it good,” Tiffany asked.
“It was great. It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Meagan said.
“Was he big?” Tiffany asked.
“I’m not answering any more questions about that, that’s too much information,” Meagan said.
“Well, you hear these stories about that stuff, so I was just curious,” Tiffany said.
“If you’re that curious, why don’t you just find out for yourself? I’m sure one of the brothers would give you some firsthand experience on what it’s like to be with a black man. You’ve got that blonde hair, blue eyed thing going for you,” Meagan said.
“Well you don’t have to be a bitch about it. I just never thought you would let a black man touch you that way,” tiffany said.
“Tiffany, drop it. He’s a nice guy. I’m not looking to get married to him, he’s a friend,” Meagan said.
“With benefits,” Tiffany said.
“That’s it. Go home,” Meagan said.
“What, you’re kicking me out?” Tiffany said.
“Yes, because you’re pissing me off and I don’t want to get mad at you. I want us to remain friends so I’ll call you later,” Meagan said.
“Okay I’ll go, but you know what that tells me?” Tiffany said.
“What?” Meagan said while holding back a grin.
“He put it on your ass, didn’t he, and knocked the bottom out. See you can’t stop smiling. Bye,” Tiffany said as she left.
“Bye crazy girl,” Meagan said as she closed the door.
Meagan knew that Tiffany was right and she couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to be with Jonathan. Meagan could almost feel his hands and mouth on her body. Almost unconsciously Meagan ran her hand under the waist band of her shorts and felt the moistness as thoughts of Jonathan ran through her mind. Leaning against the kitchen counter Meagan furi
ously stimulated her body to a release as she looked over and saw her reflection in the full length mirror mounted on the pantry door. The image jarred her as she was standing with her knees together and her right hand was still thrust under her waist band.
Meagan stood and straightened her clothes and proceeded with cleaning her house as she had started to do before Tiffany came by. Meagan still thought about the next time she would see Jonathan on Saturday and she had no idea if they would be together intimately or just hang out with other people.
Meagan drove up to the front of the Jonathan’s house on Saturday and there were three other vehicles parked there. There was the beat up economy car she remembered from the time before, a Mercedes and a motorcycle. Meagan was led around to the back by the pool area and Jonathan was standing over his grill with a pair of shorts on. There were people in the pool and whirlpool spa.
“Hello stranger,” Jonathan said as he greeted Meagan with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi. I didn’t bring my bikini,” Meagan said.
“You don’t need one. You were born with a waterproof covering,” Jonathan said.
“I guess you’re right,” Meagan said as she took her top, and skirt off and climbed into the spa with her panties still on.
A slender white woman about fifty-five years old with neatly cut hair with black and gray streaks was in the spa with a younger white man in his mid twenties. The woman was topless and rather well endowed. A young black woman swam up to the edge of the spa from the pool and spoke to Meagan.
“Hey, remember me,” Sheneka said as she shook Meagan’s hand.
“Of course I remember you, how could I forget,” Meagan said.
“Well, yeah, I know,” Sheneka said.
Meagan found out the older woman was a top real estate agent in the area named Susan and she sold Jonathan the property he occupied currently. The young man was a salesman at a car dealership, named Matt, and he sold Jonathan his Ferrari. Sheneka worked at a fast food restaurant and she sold Jonathan a burger. For some reason something about each one of them caused Jonathan to invite them to one of his parties.
After an hour Jonathan announced that the food was ready and they ate a hearty meal. As the sun set Jonathan got in the spa with everyone else and thanked them for coming. There was soft music and lots of drinks to go around.
