Secret White Lover (BWWM Interracial Erotic Romance)

by Porsha Jackson

  He turned around to face me, looking down at his buttons. He had a stacked, rock solid chest and an eight pack of abs. You could cut ice with the edges of his muscles; they were so solid and bulbous. He had a weathered, manly look to his face, and a thick, naturally white beard. Although he didn’t appear older than forty-five or fifty, all of his hair was completely white. He looked up at me, and then smiled charmingly.

  I couldn’t look away; I was so in awe of his perfect body. I must have looked like such a fool.

  “Ho, ho, ho,” he said, smiling. “I’m afraid you’ve seen too much.” He took a few steps towards me, still smiling.

  “I’m sorry, I just...” I couldn’t string together a sentence for the life of me.

  “That’s okay.” His voice was deep and it had a raspy quality to it. “My normal change room is currently being used as a janitor’s closet.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

  He took a few more steps towards me, and stopped right in front of me. He smelled like pine and a wood fire, with a hint of musk.

  “Nicholas,” he said to me.

  “Kenya,” I said back, grabbing his hand.

  Even his hand was massively muscular.

  “That a gift for your husband?” he asked, smiling.

  I looked down, realizing I was holding the red number.

  “Oh, this. No, I don’t have a...” I said, awkwardly.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot,” he said.

  “Are you the Santa for the Winter Wonderland thing at three?” I asked.

  “The one and only!” he said proudly.

  He stood up straight and puffed out his massive chest.

  “And who is this young man?” he asked, leaning in towards Samuel.

  “That’s Samuel.”

  “Samuel. Aren’t you a handsome little devil?” he said.

  “Believe it or not, I haven’t heard a peep from him all day. He’s actually been quite the angel,” I said.

  “Ah, of course. Now I know which Samuel you are! You’re right at the top of the ‘nice’ list,” he said.

  Samuel giggled.

  “And little boys on the ‘nice’ list get presents for Christmas, isn’t that right, Samuel?” he continued, in his deep, sexy voice. Samuel continued to giggle.

  “He’s a lovely child,” he said to me.

  “Thank you.” I replied. “My other one over at the day-care is the real wild-child.”

  “My God, a woman as stunning as yourself with two children,” he said. “That’s incredible.”

  I felt a warm rush of energy flow into my face and I began to blush.

  “Thank you.” I said, shyly.

  “Well, Kenya. Not to be rude, but I really must be going to see my elves,” he said, smiling.

  “Okay. It was a pleasure meeting you, Nicholas,” I said.

  “The pleasure was all mine,” he said.

  He turned away and marched towards his red and white coat. “Ho, ho, ho!” he said joyously as he picked his coat up and headed towards the door. “Merry Christmas!” he said to me as he walked into the now crowded department store. I looked into the mirror. My face was as red as a beet.

  Chapter 4

  I made my way to the Winter Wonderland day-care center in the mall. The same elf who had greeted me before immediately recognized me. I smiled at him as his eyebrows perked up.

  “Ma’am, welcome back,” he said. I looked around behind him to try and catch a glimpse of Nicholas.

  “Hello,” I said. “I hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

  “Oh, no,” he said. “The kids... They just play. They love all the decorations.”

  “That’s great.”

  “I’ll go get her for you,” he insisted.

  He turned around and entered into the jungle of children. I looked past the playground and could see the small stage where they would put Santa for kids to come up and sit on his lap. There was a large curtain set up, blocking vision onto the stage. I slowly walked around, making sure to not stray too far from where the elf would bring my child.

  From around the corner, I could just see though the side of the curtain. I could see Nicholas sitting down into his throne and putting on his white gloves. Even in full Santa gear, he was pretty damn sexy.

  “Hi, Mommy,” I heard Kimberly say. I looked down and the elf was holding her hand.

  “Thank you so much,” I said.

  “It’s too bad you can’t stay to see Santa. He’ll be starting any minute,” the elf said.

  “We have to be home by three thirty,” Kimberly replied for me.

  “No, we can see Santa. Let’s go see Santa,” I said, enthusiastically.

  “Really?” Kimberly said.

  “That’s great,” the elf said. “It’s looking like he’s going to start early, so if you go stand in line now, you might get to go up first.”

  “Thanks again,” I said, taking Kimberlyby the hand and beginning to rush over to the Santa Claus line. We arrived in line, behind about two other mothers with their children. I looked down at Kimberly and she had a big smile on her face.

  Her smile probably had nothing compared to my own smile. I was like some weird Santa Claus fan girl. It seemed kind of lame when I thought about it like that.

  Another man dressed as an elf emerged from behind the large curtain.

  “You can come with me, now,” he said to the first child in line. The elf took the little kid by the hand and guided him through the curtain as the mother went around back to hear whatever the kid said to Nicholas. We all took a step forward in line. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I was so excited to see Nicholas again, I almost couldn’t contain myself. Just imagining his big, strong arms made me want to drool everywhere.

  After a few minutes, the elf re-emerged and walked up to the next child.

  “Are you ready to see Santa Claus?” he asked the child.

  “Yes,” the child said innocently as the elf brought the kid through the curtain again.

  “What are you going to ask Santa for?” I asked Kimberly.

  “I can’t tell you. Otherwise it won’t come true,” she said.

  “Honey, I think you have Santa mixed up with birthday cake,” I said.

  “No, that’s how it works,” she said, definitively. She was stubborn, just like her father.

  We were next in line. I tried to lean over to catch a glimpse between the crack of the curtain, but one of the elves was blocking my sight of Nicholas.

  “What are you looking at?” Kimberly asked me.

  “Me?” I said.

  The elf emerged again and walked up to Kimberly. “Hey, little girl. What’s your name?” he asked.

  “Kimberly.”

  “Are you ready to see Santa, Kimberly?” he said.

  Kimberly nodded and the elf took her by the hand.

  “Bye, Mommy,” she said to me.

  “Bye, sweetness,” I said as I quickly scuttled around the corner to the spot where the parents get to deviously eavesdrop on their child. I stopped in the little designated area. There was a little frosted window decoration that was designed for parents to see their kids through. I was just able to see Nicholas through the window.

  I watched him as he picked Kimberly up with his big strong arms. He placed her down gently on his lap and looked down at her with his charming smile. I was extremely jealous of my child in that moment.

  “Kimberly,” he said to her.

  Her eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of Santa knowing her name.

  “Yes?” she asked with wonder.

  “You’ve been a great child this year,” he said to her.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Really,” he replied.

  “Even though I broke the DVD player?” she asked.

  Nicholas laughed. I knew she broke that DVD player, that little brat.

  “Yes, even though you broke the DVD player,” Nicholas replied.

  “W
ow,” Kimberly said.

  I couldn’t help but giggle at her childhood wonder.

  “What would you like for Christmas this year, my dear?” he asked her.

  “I want a new daddy,” she said.

  My heart sank into my stomach. I watched my daughter stare up at Nicholas with wishful eyes.

  She truly believed that Santa could replace her father. My eyes began to tear up. I fought them back.

  “What’s wrong with your old daddy?” Nicholas asked, obliviously.

  “He died,” she said.

  “Oh, dear. I’m sorry,” he said. “But Santa can’t make you a new daddy.”

  “Oh...” she said, disappointed.

  There was a moment of silence.

  “What about a Ferbie?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” she said, looking down at her toes.

  “Maybe a new DVD player for your mom?” he joked.

  Kimberly let out a bit of a giggle and looked up at him.

  “Yeah,” she laughed.

  “Okay, well I think I can arrange that for you,”

  He said. “I want you to keep being a good girl, okay Kimberly?”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “Okay. Go meet your mom on the other side of the curtain,” he said, helping her off his lap and into the care of one of the elves.

  Kimberly began to walk towards the curtain.

  “And, Kimberly...” he said.

  She looked back at Santa.

  “Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho!” Nicholas yelled joyously, bringing Kimberly’s spirits back up. She smiled, turned and walked through the curtain. Nicholasturned to look at me through the window. He smiled and nodded at me.

  He could probably see the tears built up in my eyes. I smiled back. God, he was handsome.

  I turned and walked away with Samuel, towards my daughter. I walked around the curtain and she was standing there waiting for me.

  “I saw Santa Claus, Mommy!” she said.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Yeah!” she said.

  “Was he nice?” I asked.

  “Yeah. He knew my name!” she said.

  I took her by the hand.

  “You ready to go home?” I asked.

  “Yep!” she said, excitedly.

  We began walking towards the exit.

  Chapter 5

  Fantasies

  It was another crazy night, between trying to control both my children and preparing dinner, but I was able to get Kimberly and Samuel to sleep before eight. I went to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of red wine, which had been sitting in there for well over a year and poured myself a glass.

  I fell down into the couch hard, glad to be done yet another stressful day. I looked towards the dining room table where the entire mess from dinner remained then I looked back forward, at our fireplace. I was way too tired to deal with that mess right now. I watched the fire flicker and dance as I sipped my wine. I closed my eyes.

  I began to dream about Christmas morning, being asleep on the couch. A sudden thud wakes me up and I look around the room. I’m alone. I stand up and cautiously and walk through the house, making sure no one snuck in. I’m quiet, making sure not to wake up Kimberly or Samuel. The floor creaks loudly as I step over it.

  I make my way back down the stairs, creeping quietly so to not wake anyone up. I’d left the Christmas lights and electronic decorations on before falling asleep and there is a heavy green and red glow emanating from the corner where we put the Christmas tree. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see him.

  Nicholas is standing there with his back facing me, fully dressed as Santa Claus. He’s gently placing presents down under the tree. I take a few steps forward and stop. The floor feels cold on my feet. I look down and I’m wearing the little red number I bought at the mall. My toes curl into my feet.

  “Nicholas?” I say aloud.

  He turns to me slowly. He releases his large, charming smile. I begin to walk towards him slowly. He gently places down his bag of gifts.

  “Merry Christmas,” he says quietly to me I slipped my hand down over my pussy.

  “Merry Christmas,” I reply to him.

  I began to rub my fingers gently across my black slit.

  “You should be in bed,” he says to me.

  “Should I?” I reply, smiling.

  He places a hand on my shoulder. His hand is so big and strong. He begins to caress my shoulder as he places his other hand upon my hip. I place both my hands on his hips and take a step forward into him. I can feel his solid abs and chest pushing into my soft skin. My black breasts press up against him hard as he moves his hand from my shoulder onto my chin. He lifts my head up.

  “Have you been naughty or nice?” he asks me.

  “You tell me.” I reply.

  I slipped my hand underneath my panties and began to rub my pussy harder.

  He leans in and kisses me. He leans back for a moment and looks me in the eyes. His dark, mysterious eyes gaze deeply into my soul and then he leans in again and kisses me hard. Our lips remain locked. He begins to move the warm hand on my hip up and down my body.

  “Oh, Santa,” I say to him.

  I pushed one of my fingers into my pussy and began to penetrate myself, over and over.

  He takes his big hands and pulls my lingerie over my head, leaving me standing naked in my living room. He places his strong hands upon my breasts and squeezes them hard.

  “Oh, Santa,” I say again.

  I slip another finger into myself and begin fingering myself harder and faster. I can feel my pussy become wet as warm fluid begins to release itself all over my hand.

  I take my hands and pull open his red and white coat, revealing his bare, manly chest. I place my hands on it and begin to rub up and down, feeling every curve and dip of his rugged muscles.

  Then, he places his hands on my hips and lifts me up with his powerful arms. He places me down on my couch.

  I pulled my fingers out momentarily and began to massage my clit with the tips of my fingers.

  “Oh, God,” I said out loud.

  Nicholas stands up straight and reaches up to the shoulder straps of his suspenders. He pulls them over his arms and lets them fall to the side. I watch his cut eight pack flex and contract as he bends over and pulls his pants down, leaving only his tight underwear. I can see his long, thick white cock through his thin cotton undies. He pulls them down and his semi-erect cock springs out like a Jack in the box. He takes a step forward and lowers himself on top of me on the couch.

  “Oh, Santa,” I say, sexily. “Your white cock is so fucking hard.”

  “Santa?” I head Kimberly say.

  “Kimberly!” I said, snapping back into reality.

  Kimberlywas standing at the base of the stairs. I quickly pulled my fingers out of my pussy and pulled myself up straight.

  “Where’s Santa?” Kimberly asked.

  “Santa doesn’t come for another couple of nights, honey,” I said.

  “But, you kept saying Santa.” Kimberly said.

  I stared at her as I tried to think of something to say. “Mommy was just...” I said. “Dreaming. I was talking in my sleep, dear.”

  “Oh,” she said.

  “Go back to bed, love,” I said.

  “Okay,” she said.

  She turned around and walked back up the stairs. My heart continued to beat at a mile a minute. I hope she doesn’t remember that when she’s older. I looked back up at the fire then down at my wine. I looked around the lonely room. My hand was still wet from my warm pussy.

  Chapter 6

  Life As Usual

  I dropped Kimberly and Samuel off at day-care the next morning and headed to work. Walking into work was like walking into a ghost town. Everyone had taken the holidays off to go home to family or to go on exotic vacations. I never understood the exotic vacation during Christmas time thing.

  The only other person in the office that day was Mandy, a single, plu
mp, mid-forties woman. She was the kind of woman who’d never gotten married and loved to bitch and moan about it. She would spend entire days at the office surfing her eHarmony account where she had a picture of herself from twenty years ago. One time she asked me what I thought about her profile. She asked me if I thought that this ‘picture from a couple of years ago’ still worked. I lied, of course. It wasn’t like I was about to say ‘Hell no, bitch.’

  I sat down at my desk and pulled open my files. I figured if I worked hard and skipped lunch, I could go to the mall quickly before having to pick up Samuel and Kimberly and get that Ferbie that she had asked Santa for.

  “Oh, Kenya!” I heard Mandy’s voice say behind me.

  “Hey, Mandy,” I said, trying to fake some enthusiasm.

  “You’ll never believe the weekend I had,” she said. “Seriously, never.”

  I smiled at her then turned back to my computer.

  “What happened this weekend?” I forced myself to say, despite it being the very last thing I wanted to say.

  “I went on that date with Joshua. Remember Joshua?” she asked.

  “I remember his profile,” I said back to her.

  “Well, it turns out, he’s practically forty. That picture he had up was so old,” she said.

  “Really?” I said, trying hard once again to force some enthusiasm.

  “Can you believe that?” she said.

  “The nerve of some people,” I forced another smile then tried to return to my work.

  “What’d you get up to this weekend?” she asked.

  “Not a lot. Just went Christmas shopping.”

  “Oh yeah? Meet any cute guys?” she asked.

  I laughed. “Nope, not this time,” I lied, hoping she would leave.

  “Well, if you’re interested; I was talking to my cousin the other day and he just got through a divorce with his wife,” she started. “And, like, if you were interested I could maybe set that up. You know, between you two. He loves black girls.”