by Keisha Ervin
After standing and making several eye connections with Mr. Gorgeous, the clerk finally called my number. Dressed in my well-fitted, low-cut jeans and white body-hugging T-shirt, I headed to the counter. The clerk added postage and required payment.
“That’ll be twenty-seven dollars and thirteen cents. We accept cash, check, credit, or debit,” she said.
I searched my purse for my wallet and pretended it wasn’t there. “What in the heck did I do with my wallet?” I patted my pockets and looked up to ponder. Many people waiting appeared to be very impatient with me, so I turned to the clerk and shrugged my shoulders. “I . . . I must have left my wallet in the car. I’ve stood in line for a long time and . . .
The clerk had no sympathy for me, as I figured she wouldn’t. “Ma’am, I’ll have to cancel your transaction. Whenever you find your wallet, you’ll have to pull another number.”
I let out a deep sigh, and clearly looked like a damsel in distress. Just seconds later, Mr. Sexy stepped up from behind me.
“How much did you say it was?” he asked the clerk.
“Twenty-seven dollars and thirteen cents,” she snapped.
He handed the clerk his debit card.
“No . . . no, thanks,” I said, using this opportunity to touch his hand. “I appreciate the offer, but my wallet has to be in my car.”
“It’s no big deal,” he said. “Go check your car and I’ll take care of this transaction for you.”
“Are you sure? I . . . I hate to cause you any—”
“I’m positive,” he said, and then took the receipt the clerk had given to him.
I touched his bicep and lightly squeezed. “Thanks. I’ll be right back. You’re a lifesaver.”
I raced out the door, only to stand by my car for a few minutes. I then reached in my purse and pulled out my wallet that was surely already there. With the wallet in my hand, I went back inside and spotted the royal blue linen shirt that Mr. Sexy had on. He’d returned to the line and waited for his number to be called.
“I thought you’d take care of your transaction while taking care of mine,” I said.
He smiled and displayed his full set of pearly whites. “No. I tried to, but was told that I’d have to wait like everyone else. It’s no big deal, and my number is next anyway.”
“Well, if you don’t mind,” I said, holding my debit card, “I’ll pay for your package. It looks like mine might be a bit more expensive than yours, and if so, I’ll mail the difference to you.”
“Really, it’s not a problem. I’m just glad you found your wallet.”
“Me too,” I laughed as the clerk called his number.
We went to the counter together, and the clerk tallied his package; it was only ten bucks plus change. We both handed the clerk our debit cards and she reached for mine. I smiled at her and took Mr. Sexy’s debit card from his hand.
“Christopher A. Carter,” I said, looking at his name and handing the card back to him. “Would you please write down your number—I mean, address—for me so I can mail your money to you?”
“No can do, but if you’d like to repay me, I might have another suggestion.”
Either I had slightly peed on myself, or the moistness between my legs was picking up. I took the receipt and we stepped away from the counter.
“Repay you how?” I asked as we made our way through the exit doors.
“All I want is your phone number. Maybe I can call you later and we can hook up?”
I wasted no time in reaching in my purse for my business card. “Use the cell phone number. I’ll be home after five and I look forward to hearing from you.”
I walked away, and Christopher stood by the entrance while looking at my card. By the time I got to my Lexus, he was heading to his car. He glanced at me a few times and we both smiled as I drove off. Just to see what he was driving, I adjusted my rearview mirror and watched as he got into a Ford truck. I had hoped for a Mercedes, but since Fords were known for withstanding the test of time, it was all good. I had a feeling that this evening would be good as well, and had high hopes that a man as fine as he was wouldn’t be capable of causing any major disappointments.
A Dazzling Dinner
Christopher presented me with something I hadn’t had since Parker Rhodes and I had parted ways: a satisfying, eleven-inch muscle. We feasted upon each other while lying in a 69 position on my kitchen floor. Who would have expected it to come to this? Hmm . . . not me.
The night had started off a bit boring. Christopher arrived at seven o’clock, wearing the same royal blue shirt and black pants he’d had on at the post office. He carried a box of Godiva chocolates in his hand, and handed them to me as he made his entrance. My immediate thought was, couldn’t he have gone home first to change? But I gathered myself and turned my thoughts to the golden box of goodies in his hand. While in my living room, we sat on the tan leather sectional and I dimmed the recessed lights to set the mood. Alicia Keys’s latest hit was playing in the background, and the lit Villanova Candle Garden sitting on the table saturated the room with a vanilla fragrance. As I indulged myself with the chocolates, Christopher started to chat. He mentioned his occupation (manager at a nearby food joint), and talked about his two kids whom he adored so much. When I inquired about his babies’ mama, he informed me that there were two.
“I get along with one of them, but the other, she’s a real pain in the ass. She’s a gold digger, and she left me to be with a basketball player.”
I wasn’t the least bit interested in Christopher’s private life, but only for the night, I decided to put my real thoughts aside. “It be like that sometimes, Christopher. I’ve been hurt too, but we move on and meet other interesting people, in the hopes that they’ll be much different from the ones before.”
“I agree,” he said, turning to me. He reached for the chocolates, but I pulled the box away.
“Didn’t you buy these for me?” I snapped, displaying a tiny grin on my face.
“Yes, but I was hoping to get at least one piece.”
I wiggled my fingers over the chocolates and searched for one that probably had a yucky filling. I reached for it and placed the chocolate in Christopher’s mouth.
“Mmm,” he said, holding my fingers in his mouth. He laced the tips of my fingers with caramel chocolate and continued to suck them like a lollipop. Enjoying the feeling, I smiled, but soon retrieved my fingers.
“Can I offer you another one?” I asked.
He snickered and rested his arm on top of the couch. “No, thank you, but, uh, why don’t you move a little closer. You have a lengthy gap between us, and I’d love to get a closer look at that pretty face while I’m speaking to you.”
I moved closer and relaxed my legs on the couch. Since my silver silk robe had slid open, I pulled it over my legs to cover up. Christopher couldn’t keep his wandering eyes off me, and when I noticed the increased movement in his pants, I decided our conversation was just about over.
“So, Rochel, I’ve shared some things about me, and I’d like to know more about you.”
I shrugged. “Anything you want to know, just ask.”
He lifted his hand and counted on his fingers. “First, are you involved with anyone? Do you have any children? What’s your occupation? And, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“I keep myself involved, I don’t have any children, my job pays the bills, and in my spare time I like to fuck.”
Christopher chuckled. I was sure only one of my responses had caught his attention. His brows went up and a more serious tone followed.
“Fuck? How often?”
I was blunt and to the point. “Daily.”
“Are you serious? I mean, you don’t look like the kind of woman who . . .”
“Who, what? Who likes to have sex, or who likes to have it daily?”
Christopher moved around a bit and I could tell my conversation was making him a bit uneasy. He quickly spoke up. “I mean, I hope you like to have sex, but th
ere aren’t too many women I know who like to have sex daily. Maybe men, but you rarely find a woman who wants it that often.”
“Hmm,” I said, uncrossing my legs and putting the almost empty box of chocolates on the table. I then returned to my position. “I’m a bit disappointed that you haven’t run across women who enjoy sex daily. That says a lot about you because, if you’re good, then she would want to have you every single day. Maybe for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Is there a possibility that you’re just not performing like you should?”
“Oh, I definitely know how to perform,” he assured me with a confident nod. His hand cuffed the growing hump between his legs. “It’s just that some women can’t handle what I got. You know what I mean?”
All this sex talk had me kind of hot and bothered. I reached over and lightly rubbed Christopher’s waves. My voice softened. “I really don’t know what you mean, but there’s one thing I’m definitely sure of.”
“What’s that?”
I pulled my robe aside and let Christopher feast his eyes on my goods. “I’m awfully horny, Christopher. Can you take care of this little problem I’ve got stirring between my legs?”
No doubt, he loved my suggestion and didn’t waste no time helping me with my “problem.” He moved my robe further apart and dove into my wet spot with his fingers. As they rotated inside of me, my head fell backward and I sucked in my bottom lip.
“Damn, baby,” he moaned. “That pussy feels off the chain. Lay back and let me feel the real deal.”
I lay back, and with his other hand, Christopher reached for the belt on my robe and untied it. It slid wide open and his eyes examined my curvaceous, naked body. “You knew it was going down like this tonight, didn’t you?” he said. “From the moment I saw you at the post office, you had plans for my ass, didn’t you?”
I nodded as Christopher worked his thumb over my stimulated clit and finger-fucked me. I moaned out loudly with pure pleasure, and just as I was about to release my juices, Christopher eased his fingers out of me.
I squeezed my legs together and came up with the only word I could think of at the time: “Motherfucker!” Several deep breaths followed and my eyes shot daggers at him. “I hope you didn’t come here to play games with me.”
He ignored me, and with a satisfied grin on his face, he stood up to remove his clothes. I was more than pleased by the size of his jumbo jack that was about to enter me, and I watched as he worked a condom on it. I had no intentions of letting him take control, so I sat up and ordered him to sit back on the couch. He did as I’d asked, and let one foot rest on the floor.
“Don’t bite,” he said. “And, don’t choke yourself, either.”
I hadn’t planned on doing either, and even though his stiffness stood tall, his arrogance annoyed me. I reached for the lotion behind him and rubbed a generous portion of it on my hands. As they warmed, I placed one on Christopher’s hardness and stroked him up and down. I tightened my grip over his head, giving him the feeling of a warm, tight pussy. He was tense, very tense, and couldn’t bear to watch the pleasure I was giving him.
“Take it easy on me,” he softly grunted. “That shit feels good . . . Real good.”
I was well aware of how good my hands felt, and the tightening of his body confirmed it. Before he came, I started to work him with my mouth, and Christopher couldn’t contain himself. He squeezed his fingers in my hair and I watched his sweaty six pack heave in and out while he took short breaths. At that moment, I released his goodness from my mouth and sat up.
“Hell, no!” he yelled, and grabbed his muscle. He quickly worked for the release he wanted and dropped his head back in relief.
“Okay,” he said. “I deserved that, but let me make it up to you, all right?”
“Oh, you’d better be prepared to make it up to me. We got all night.”
Christopher stood with excitement and removed his condom, only to retrieve another. “You’re damn right we do,” he said. “All night, and if you want it, all day tomorrow, too.”
Now, that was my kind of man. I rested back on the couch and Christopher kneeled between my legs. He lifted my legs and locked them on his shoulders. He entered my wetness and a smile grew on his face.
“Wha . . . Where in the hell did you come from?” he asked while grinding inside of me. With every force, his ass tightened and I gripped his butt with pleasure. His package was touching all the right places, and with every swipe of my clit, I wanted to come. Christopher was talking too much though, and since I was so focused on how well his motion felt, I hadn’t the time to respond. I did, however, offer him my “oos” and “ahhs” and when he touched the right spot, I couldn’t contain myself.
“Right there, baby,” I directed. “Keep forcing that dick in right there. The question is, where in the hell did you come from? This shit feels good . . . real good!”
“It gets even better,” he boasted.
I’m sure it does, I thought, but kept the words to myself. It quickly got better, as Christopher backed out of me and pulled me to the floor. I wanted to feel him from my backside, so I positioned myself to do just that.
“G’on with your bad self, girl. Show me what ya working with.”
I backed up my ass to Christopher and he separated my cheeks. His grip was tight, and as he massaged me, my gushy insides awaited him. He aimed at my hole and found his target. While doggy style, he worked me like a pro. His slaps against my backside made me come quickly, and just as I thought my outburst was over, he shook up things again. His pipe expanded inside of me and caused more juices to circulate. I dropped my head to pull my hair, and that’s when he pulled out. He then turned onto his back and pulled me over his mouth to collect my overflow. My legs trembled, and all I could think about was how much I wanted this to be about business and not make it anything personal.
As I tried to regroup, I excused myself from Christopher to get some water.
“Don’t take too long,” he said. “You are coming back, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” I smiled and made my way to the kitchen.
I poured my water, and just as I was about to get some for Christopher, he came into the kitchen. Needless to say, that’s how we wound up on the kitchen floor, feasting on each other for dinner. What an excellent meal it was, and as I was so sure the night wasn’t over, I decided I would have to go back for seconds, maybe thirds.
Getting To Know Me
For the last two weeks, Christopher had been to my house every single day. Of course, sex was on the menu, and once it was over, we cuddled in each other’s arms and fell asleep. Still, I knew minimal information about Christopher, but that’s how I planned to keep it. I knew that this relationship wasn’t going no further than the bedroom, and obviously, so did he. I was a dream come true to him; any woman who didn’t delve into a man’s personal life had to be right up his alley. He loved the fact that I didn’t question him about his job, finances, children . . . or hadn’t inquired about a relationship between us.
As for me, I loved the fact that he wasn’t bothered by the numerous phone calls I received from other men. Or that I’d turned Michael away, when he’d shown up the other night unannounced. Christopher had played it cool, and even offered to leave so I could “handle my business.”
Normally, when we spoke over the phone, our conversations were very brief. All I had to do was provide him with a time, and that was it. Either he was early or on time. Since he knew pussy was waiting for him, he was rarely ever a minute late.
After last night, though, things took a slight turn. I wanted to know a bit more about Christopher, and since I’d been dishing out the goods to him, I was curious to know if the brotha had my back. Again, that’s just something I wanted to know.
Sex between us wrapped up hours before, and when morning came, I sat on the edge of my queen-sized bed taking a few puffs from a cigarette. I didn’t smoke that often, but when I had something on my mind, the nicotine helped calm my nerves. Christopher wa
s still resting, and as tender as my insides were, I should have been resting too. Instead, I was up getting my fix, thinking about my next move with a man who had become a true interruption in my life.
As I stared out the window, Christopher turned on his back and squinted from the reflection of the sun brightening the room. He slowly sat up on his elbows and glanced at me sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” he said.
“Sometimes,” I said, blowing the remainder of the smoke out of my mouth. I smashed the partially finished cigarette into an ashtray and turned to Christopher. “Especially when I’m worried about something.”
Christopher pulled back the silk sheet and straddled me from behind. While naked, he wrapped his muscular arms around my body and pecked my neck. “What ails you? I hope I haven’t done anything to upset you.”
“No . . . nothing like that. I’m just having some financial difficulties right now. I was supposed to get a raise but that didn’t come through. Then, I was promised a bonus and that didn’t come through for me, either. My car payment is almost two months behind, and no matter what, I can’t seem to keep up.”
“Yeah,” he said, releasing his arms from around me. “Keeping your finances in order can be a motherfucker. I know this place cost you a pretty penny, and driving a Lexus ain’t cheap, either.” Christopher got off the bed and lifted my chin to give me a kiss. “If I can do anything to help, just let me know. I’m getting ready to hit the shower. You wanna join me?”
I gazed at his nicely cut body and stood to remove my robe. He followed me to the standing glass shower, and once we entered, the warm water sprayed our bodies.
With a soapy sponge, I washed Christopher’s body. He closed his eyes, and turned his back so I could finish up. I made it my business to thoroughly wash his body while he pressed his hands against the shower’s wall. Obviously feeling good to him, he shook his head.
