The call was unexpected and the caller even more so. Penny is a young lady of my acquaintance and quite beautiful in a long legged full-bodied, wholesome kind of way. Quiet and shy for the most part. She would be the last person I'd ever expect to call me. I didn't even know she had my number. I do know that I had never given it to her but then I realized that I was listed in the phonebook.
"Mr. Mark, this is Penny. You know, from the dinner." Her deep husky, exotic voice dripped from the phone.
My mind overlaid it on my mental image of her and I suddenly realized just how erotic she and her voice were. I cleared my throat for a second and asked, "Yes Penny, what can I do for you?"
"It's more like, what we can do for each other. Can you meet me somewhere? I need to ask a favor of you."
My mind gave a jump at the first part of what she said. Visions of all the sexy things we could do together crowded my mind as a smile came to my lips. Me meeting her somewhere wasn't a problem on my part, but it might be on hers. This is after all, a small backwoods Texas town and my being white and her being black could cause problems even in this day and age. My mind gave another jump at the word favor. More visions floated to the surface.
"Ok, where would you like to meet?" I replied in as calm a voice as I could muster. My mind wanted to dwell on naughty things as only the mind of a dirty old man can.
"I have a room at the Parkside Inn, room 112. Can you meet me here in about an hour?"
"Sure but can you tell me a little of what this is about?"
"You'll find out when you get here. I promise you won't be disappointed."
Then she hung up.
I stood there with the phone to my ear for nearly a minute more, fantasies buzzing here and there. Finally, the buzzing of a dead line made me put it down. I remained where I was, my mind lost in a haze of what ifs.
I drove through the parking lot to the very back and parked. I sat and watched the lot for a while. What I was looking for I didn't know, and probably wouldn't recognize it if I did see it. I was nervous, very nervous. I had taken a quick shower before I left, even though I had only had one an hour before.
Why was I so nervous? Questions swam around in my head like so many fish. I didn't have many answers. Why had Penny really called me? I had no answer to that question but it did answer the original one of why I was so nervous. How much did I trust her and how well did I know her? Yeah, more questions. Could this be one of those set ups that you read about in the paper or see on TV? Not very likely, my mind supplied, as I'm neither rich nor famous.
Another answer that was highlighted by my mind was that I had never been alone with a black woman in my life, much less had anything sexual to do with one. That alone scared the hell out of me. Would I or could I measure up and to whom for that matter. Could I go through with it, if it happened?
I'm old and pretty set in my ways. Despite my upbringing in the old south, I don't consider myself to be bigoted. But am I? Color was just that to me; color. Black, brown, red, pink, yellow. Color, like beauty was only skin-deep. The person wearing it made all the difference and Penny was one of the nicest, kindest people I had ever met.
I took a deep breath and opened the car door. Now was the time to find out just what was up and how bad my mind was trying to scare me. I was probably making a mountain out of a molehill. She probably wanted me to lend her a little money or something just as innocent.
I knocked on the door of room 112. No one answered the door. I stood there confused for a second. Did I remember the number wrong?
I started to turn away, when the door opened a crack, and Penny's voice said, "I had to make sure it was you."
"Well, I was when I left home." I said to cover my nervousness.
"Come on in, I won't bite you. Well, not unless you want me to." She replied with a deep chuckle.
I felt funny as I slipped into the room through the partially opened door. It was as though I was doing something elicited, something naughty. I hadn't felt this way since before my wife and I had been married. The few times we had slipped away to a motel to fuck our brains out in wild abandon. It had been exciting then and it felt much the same now.
Penny closed the door and turned to me, a big smile on her face. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not."
"I nearly didn't." I admitted as my eyes wandered over the wispy white negligee that accentuated more than hid her lush body. I could feel my manhood swell in the confines of my left pants leg. I had never seen her in anything but her waitress uniform and this all felt so unreal for some reason.
"I nearly didn't answer the door." was her confession in reply.
There was a long nervous silence and then we both tried to talk at the same time. I couldn't keep my eyes off the dark mystery under that thin white night gown and Penny seemed both nervous and excited by my stares.
"You go first." I told her.
"Okay." She took a deep breath. "I know that your wife died several years ago but you might not know that my husband died early last year." She blurted out.
"No, I didn't know that. I'm sorry to hear it." I said softly. "Losing a mate is a lot harder than most people realize. How long were the two of you married?"
"Almost twenty two years. I was sixteen and he was twenty-one, when we ran away together. It was hard at first, no money, lousy jobs, but as the years went by, it got better and better. We were to the point of having it made. Then about two years ago, he got sick. He spent more time in hospitals than he spent at home and in the end he died in one."
"I'm sorry, that must have been a very rough time for you. I was lucky in a way, my wife died in her sleep. We never knew anything was wrong with her before that. At least you had a chance to say good bye."
Her eyes were on the floor and she nodded slowly. "Yeah. I guess that was a good thing, but to watch him waste away, wasn't"
The tone of her voice sounded small and very hurt. I stepped forward, put my arms around her, and gave her a gentle hug. Her arms went around me as her head nestled on my shoulder. I could feel more than hear her gentle sobs.
I wasn't sure what to say, so I just held her and rocked her gently.
After a while, she calmed and took a deep breath. With a soft sigh, she snuggled closer to me. "It feels good to be held again." She whispered. "It's been such a long time."
I caressed her back slowly and replied, "I understand. I've been there and done that."
"Then maybe you'll understand why I asked you here tonight. I'm not ready for another man full time in my life right now but I need someone. Someone that can.... Well, understand my needs and the reasons for them without taking it the wrong way. Someone who's been there and done that, as you said, someone who won't pressure me."
I nodded my head. "I will take that as a compliment but why me, other than I'm a widower. There's a hundred other men around here that meet that requirement and some of them are much more your age. I won't say I'm too old but I will admit to being a little past my prime."
She moved her head back so she could see my face. "I've watched you as you've come in every morning for breakfast and I like what I saw. You are kind, gentle, and funny. You like to have fun but you are serious at the same time. You remind me a lot of my husband in many ways."
"Was he white?" I asked and then regretted it.
She chuckled deep in her chest and shook her head. "Nope, he sure wasn't. You're the first white man to ever lay a hand on me, other than a handshake. In fact, you're the first man not my husband to ever...." She let the sentence trail off as she laid her head back on my shoulder.
I caressed her back and then hugged her tightly. She hugged me back.
We held each other for a long time. I wasn't sure how to or what to do next, and I think she felt the same way. She felt warm and comfortable in my arms. I sighed deeply and ran my hand up and down her back, asking, "What now?"
She hugged me and chuckled again. "I'm not sure. I was going to seduce you but I got cold feet. I've never done this before, remember."
"It's been a very long time since I have, so I'm way out of practice. Not to mention the fact of being very nervous around you."
"Why do I make you nervous? I'm just a woman. You were married to one and have a couple of grown kids so I know you know your way around one."
"Yeah I do, but...."
She laughed suddenly and leaned back to look at me. "Oh, I see, it's the old black and white thing."
"No, not the way you might think." I said hastily. "I've just never been with a black lady before. I'm not sure...." I ran down, not sure of exactly what I wanted to say or how to say it.
"Not sure of what? Black or white, a woman is a woman. The size and shape may be different but the equipment is all the same, so I assume that making love to one would be the same as making love to the other." She shot back at me.
"I'm not sure I could handle it or measure up." I admitted.
She laughed again and then grinned. "There's only one way to find out. Don't let myths and fantasies mess you up. Do what you would normally do. We'll let culture sort itself out later. I'm old enough to know what I like and don't like and I won't be shy about tell you either."
Before I could loss my nerve, I slipped my hand up to the back of her head and pulled her to me for a kiss. One way or the other, I would soon find out the answers to all my questions.
Our lips met softly at first, almost tentatively. We explored the differences. My lips aren't exactly thin but probably thinner than her husbands had been. Hers were so soft and full. I kissed her, licking and nibbling on their fullness. After a moment, she made a soft moaning sound as a shiver ran through her body. I took that as a good sign and added my tongue to the mix.
I felt her hand on the back of my head and the other wandered haltingly over my back. I could feel her nervousness as I used both hands to explore her back and sides. The kiss grew more passionate. The thin gauzy material of the negligee slid smoothly over her warm dark skin. Her back was firm; I could feel the solidness of muscle moving under the skin as she squirmed slowly against me.
My leg slipped between hers and my hands wandered lower to caress her high round ass. I tried to squeeze it but was surprised at its firmness. My hands moved lower to cup each cheek. I pulled upward gently, pressing her tighter to my leg. She flexed her hips, rubbing herself against me, a deep moaning groan coming into the kiss. I could feel her heat on my thigh.
She turned slightly and rubbed her upper thigh against my stiff manhood that was trapped in the leg of my pants, painfully so in fact. I hadn't even realized that I was hard until that moment; I had been so wrapped up in exploring her lips and body.
The hand that had been exploring my back now came around to run lightly up and down over the outline of my shaft. When she gave me a gentle squeeze, it was my turn to moan softly.
The next few minutes were a comedy of errors as we both tried to undress me without breaking the kiss. She was fumbling with my belt buckle while I was trying to slip my boots off and unbutton my shirt at the same time. I had one boot off and half the buttons undone by the time she got the belt buckle figured out and attacked the button and zipper of my jeans. I got the shirt unbuttoned and started to pull it off about the time my foot came out of the boot and she yanked down my jeans. I lost my balance and she grabbed me by the dick. We ended up in a pile on the bed.
We were both laughing as I finished getting my pants and socks off. When I lay back on the bed beside her, she whispered, "See, that wasn't so bad. Except for maybe, the train wreck of getting you undressed. At least we ended up someplace soft."
"It kind of broke the mood though." I whispered back.
She laughed and said, "Lust ain't a mood, it's a condition and that ain't changed one bit."
She rolled over on her side and propped her head up on her hand. Her other hand reached for my manhood. She ran her fingertips up and down my length for a moment and then whispered, "You're as hard as I am wet so we're doing something right."
We both watched her fingers caress me for a moment and then she whispered, "Well, you've got nothing to be worried about in this department. You're ever bit as big as my husband maybe a little more so."
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave me a squeeze. "It's rock hard too."
Quickly she stood up and pealed the negligee off over her head. For the first time, I saw her nude. Her breasts were large and round but didn't look out of place with her wide shoulders and narrow waist. They stood out with very little sag. Her skin was a dark dusky brown, the circles under her nipples darker yet. Her nipples were a lighter color than her breasts and as big as the end of my little finger.
My eyes wandered down across her belly. It was flat but not muscular. The deep indent of her belly button was a point of mystery. My eyes moved on to the tangle of tight curls on her mound. They were as jet black as her hair. Her sex was hidden between her thighs.
She moved forward and placed one knee on each side of me as she got back on the bed. She hadn't been wrong about her wetness, I could see it glisten and shine on her inner thighs and along the bright pink of her slit and smoothly shaven outer lips. Her mound was high and made plump looking by the tangle of curls on it. Her lower lips were small and narrow and I couldn't see any inner lips at all, except up near her clit. Two folds fanned out below it, setting it up like a bright pink pearl. I licked my lips as she knee walked up along my thighs.
She paused above my hips and looked down, her hands going to my shaft. She grabbed it with both hands and caressed it for a second before she lifted it upright. She held it there for a second and then looked at me. "I'm not sure whether I want to tease myself and you for a while or just drive it home."
"Do what you'd normally do. That was your advice to me." I replied with a grin.
"What I'd normally do is being overruled by the length of time since...." She laughed softly. "Good old lust is working overtime and I'm in a hurry."
With that said, she lifted my shaft back up and rubbed the spongy head back and forth along the length of her slit, pausing each time at her clit and again at her wet opening. She would shiver as the head brushed over her clit and her hips would flex as it touched her opening. The slippery wetness of her sex against the sensitive head made me groan.
After a minute of doing this, she gave out with a hissing moan as her belly jerked in time with her hips flexing. She was trying to get the head lined up with her opening but wasn't having much luck. I think she was having small orgasms each time the head brushed against her opening. I do know that she was getting even wetter than she had been before.
The next time I felt her sex nibble at the head of my dick, I lifted my hips sharply and entered her. She gave a loud yell and sat down, driving me half way into her hot velvety depths. Her mouth was now open but no sound came out. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her hips and belly jerked in a rolling rhythm as she slowly sank down on me.
When her ass met my hips, she groaned loudly and leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest. She started to make little rocking, lunging movements, each accompanied by a short gasping breath. Her vagina would grip and then release me with each gasp. I laid still and let her do, as she wanted.
After a minute or so, she lifted one hand, made a fist, and slowly but firmly hit it on my chest several times. "Oh shit!" she said softly and then banged my chest a couple more time.
I grinned as I brought my hands up and caressed her thighs and hips. She was either having one hell of a long drawn out orgasm or a series of short hard ones. Either way, she was cumming her brains out. I could feel her warm juices running along my shaft and then dribbling down over my balls. The inner walls of her sex were doing marvelous things around my shaft. It was a rippling effect that started at the head and ran down to the base of my shaft. If I had moved any at all, I would have probably exploded myself.
Over time, the rippling effect slowed and then stopped. Penny sat still as a statue except for her heavy breathing. When she had caught her breath, she lifted her head and looked at me. A shy grin slowly spread across her face. "Sorry about that." She paused and took a shuddery breath. "I ain't felt nothing like that since my honeymoon, if you could call it that, twenty two years ago. I was a virgin then and didn't have any idea of what to expect. My husband was gentle and patience and had me so hot that by the time he entered me, I did about the same thing as I did just now."
She smiled and leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips. When she straightened up she said, "You have that same gentle, knowing, patience that he had. I think I made a good choice."
She rocked her hips slowly from side to side and whispered, "Damn, that feels so good in there. I had almost forgotten what it felt like."
I grinned and whispered, "It sure ain't bad from this side either. You fit like a warm velvet glove."
She sighed and rocked her hips again. "I've always been tight and very sensitive. I figured it was because I never had any kids. That's the one thing I regret the most."
"Why was that?" I asked softly.
She shrugged and replied, still rocking her hips. "It just never happened. We never used any kind of protection but I never got pregnant."
All of a sudden, she stopped moving and got a big-eyed look on her face. "Oh my God, we're not using any protection. I don't want to get pregnant now. I couldn't handle it."
"There's no chance of that." I told her. "When my youngest son was born my wife got fixed and a few days later so did I. It was our insurance policy, so to speak."
"You're sure?" She asked with a suspicious look on her face.
"I can go home and get you the paperwork and the doctor's report, if you really want me to." I said. "I wouldn't lie to you."
She grinned as she lifted her hips a couple of inches and then lowered them back. She made a soft sound and shook her head. "I'll take your word for it." She whispered. "I ain't given this ride up for nobody and no reason. It's been way to long and way to nerve racking to get to this point and time."
She worked her hips up and down slowly. I could feel her moving all along my shaft as she did. I groaned softly and whispered, "I'm sure glad of that but I have a feeling that it ain't going to be a very long ride. You feel so damned good."
She grinned, lifted her hips higher, and then dropped down sharply. "Then I better get all I can, while I can."
I groaned loudly and nodded my head.
True to her word, she rode me hard, with me trying to give as good as I got. We ended up finishing in a dead heat, lots of heat and me nearly dead. I tried to hold back for as long as I could but that wasn't very long.
As the first jet of hot semen ripped my shaft, she slammed herself down on me and ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen clit on my pelvic bone. The second jet seemed to ignite her orgasm. Her inner muscles clamped down on me as a hot gush washed over my balls.
I had never felt anything like the squeezing, pulling, rolling, massage her vagina was giving my dick. I thought she was going to chew it up and spit it out. I'm not sure who was yelling the loudest, her, or me.