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Darrell, satisfied with her display, continued, "And why is that in the bag, Stacy?"
She swallowed heavily again, "Because you said so."
The man gave her and then Darrell an appreciative nod, causing her already red face to burn hot again.
Darrell asked, "And when you gonna put that on?"
"After...After, uh, this flight. Before I get home. Before he sees me." Her head was spinning with desire now.
"Before who sees you, Stacy?"
She wasn't sure who said it. It was only because her name was used that she reasoned it to be Darrell.
"My, my husband."
Darrell chuckled and asked, "That whiteboi have a name, Stacy?"
Those words struck that mysterious chord within Stacy. She didn't know why, but there always seemed to be a statement, or a moment, on this trip, where something was said or something was done that brought her 'bad girl' out. And when it did, her embarrassment and hesitation washed away.
Stacy looked at Darrell and then at this unnamed Black man. In a husky, measured tone, she said, "His name is Tim. But we call him Roadhead. He just doesn't know that."
Darrell nodded his approval at her obedience and then just continued to look at her. It had its desired effect.
Stacy moved to the edge of her seat so she could get just a bit closer. Her shifting forward causing her tight jeans to add just a little pressure to her clit, which was already pulsing and stimulated from this ongoing exchange. She changed her husky tone to a sexy whisper, "We call him that because he never gets it. But Darrell does. I learned it on this trip."
The Black man seated beside Darrell was amazed into silence until a whisper of his own, "Shiiiyyyit."
Stacy needing to touch herself, looked at Darrell and asked, "Can I go to the bathro... I mean, can you watch my bag so I can go to the bathroom."
Darrell withheld his chuckle, pleased that her internal obedience prompted her to start asking the first question. He didn't say anything. He just nodded.
She was up in a flash and moved quickly to the first available bathroom stall where she rubbed her clit to orgasm, right there in the airport public bathroom. When she settled down, she laughed to herself how this trip was full of firsts for her.
Unfortunately for her and the unnamed Black man, the call to start boarding the plan arose as she returned to her bags. Darrell and the man were standing as she approached. As she got to them, Darrell said, "Say goodbye to our man here. He's not on flight, he's waiting on another."
Stacy felt a wave of disappointment which she couldn't really process. She didn't even know the man yet was saddened that their time together had to end. She turned to him and did the first thing that came to mind; she opened her arms for a hug. And in that airport, with strangers from all walks of life around her, Stacy pressed her body to this Black stranger and secretly wished she could do a lot more with him.
A few minutes later, Stacy and Darrell boarded the plane. They weren't seated together, which was probably just as well. She knew there was a real risk that things could get frisky on that flight if they were. And while the thought of joining the mile high club did cross her mind, she knew with the current travel advisories, that might not be a reasonable thing to try and do. So, she settled into her seat and was quickly asleep.
After landing and getting off the plane at the connecting airport, Darrell, who was off the plane first, was happy to see that Stacy was still braless and in fact, seemed to almost be relishing the moment. She walked up to him with her eyes twinkling that naughty beauty he had become accustomed to seeing over the last couple of weeks. They had about an hour to wait before the next flight and he decided to test Stacy's attitude. "Do you need to hit the bathroom to, uh, make any adjustments?"
Stacy giggled since she knew exactly what he was talking about. She looked up at him and said, "I do have to go to the bathroom, but I'll put my bra back on on the plane when we get closer. Unless you feel otherwise."
Now Darrell chuckled, "No, girl. You know better than that by now."
Stacy giggled and again made a trip the closest airport bathroom.
Darrell watched her go and then saw her take a wider path than necessary. At first, he thought there might be something wrong, but then he thought he saw the reason. He asked her when she returned, "Saw you take a little detour. How come?"
Even though she knew he was watching, Stacy's face still reddened with the question. She looked over at the group of four Black men, the reason for the detour, who were staring back at her. Then she looked at Darrell and answered, "You have me braless for a reason, don't you? That looks like four of them."
Darrell nodded at Stacy's statement, then looked to the men and nodded again and raised his water bottle in salute. The men responded in kind.
It wasn't long before they were once again in the air and when the flight was about a half hour from landing, Stacy made her way to the plane's restroom. She chose the one in the back of the plane so she would pass by Darrell's seat along the way. Her bra was stuffed inside her purse. Her nipples were announcing themselves to every set of eyes that decided to look, as if making it known they would soon be confined by her bra.
Stacy briefly debated leaving it off and greeting Roadhead braless, but that raised the potential of too many awkward questions and would certainly risk any future fun she might have. She reluctantly pulled her top off, quickly donned her bra, and then her top, before heading back to her seat.
After landing, she couldn't help but notice the number of male passengers looking her way to get one final look at her nipples. Their looks varied from disappointment to confusion as they realized the show was over.
Tim was holding up a "Welcome home, Stacy!" sign that he had drawn himself when Stacy and Darrell entered the baggage carousel area laughing about something. Their jovial nature reignited the anxiety Tim had been feeling during her entire trip. He was not expecting them to be near each other, let alone acting friendly like that. He was grateful to be wearing a mask to hide his dismay.
To make matters worse, Darrell accompanied Stacy as she walked up to greet her husband. Tim fully expected him to go to wait for his baggage and leave them alone. But Darrell clearly didn't think that way and Stacy frankly didn't seem to care. His presence stole something from the moment and the hug Tim shared with Stacy.
Tim did the obligatory asking about the flight and the travel as he hoped Darrell would leave them. When it finally became apparent he was not going to leave them alone, Tim, in an effort to break the awkwardness he was feeling, thanked Darrell for his uncle's generosity in letting Stacy stay at his house. Tim said, "I was concerned about Stacy being stuck in a hotel with all of this going on, so I appreciate your uncle opening his door for her."
Darrell replied, "It's all good. My Uncle Dray has a big place so we could spread out." Then he added a line which had Tim's anxiety raging, "And he's got a pool so we didn't have to stay cooped up inside all day.", before he looked at Stacy and said, "I know you enjoyed the pool."
Stacy was once again glad her face was hidden by the mask. First, she couldn't help but crack a smile at Tim's naïve words of gratitude, and then her face reddened with Darrell's almost antagonizing statement about the pool. Before she could reply, she was saved by the buzzer announcing the luggage was going to start appearing. The three of them moved to the carousel and soon had their bags and were headed to the parking lot where their masks were quickly removed. Darrell walked with them all the way to their car. Then, in a move that really hit home, he leaned over and hugged Stacy goodbye before adding, "See you at work." before heading off to his own car.
Tim stood in stunned silence after witnessing that. He couldn't understand how just a couple weeks earlier, Stacy could barely tolerate Darrell due to his predatory behavior, and now here she was laughing and hugging him. His stomach was in knots. However, in true Tim form, rather than address the issue directly, he waited until Darrell was out of earshot then skirted around his true concerns, "I guess, uh, things went well? All things considered?"
Stacy smiled at her husband. He was different in her eyes. Diminished in a way. She couldn't help but see the contrast between him and the Black men she had just spent the last two weeks with. It went well beyond skin tone. It was confidence. Self-assuredness. She could see Tim lacked it. Rather than seek to ease his mind, Stacy opted to toy with him instead.
"The guys were great. We spent some time at the pool during the day and played games at night. Other than heading to the airport, we never really left the house."
"So, you were, uh, with them most of the time?"
Stacy giggled, "I guess you could say that. I mean you did hear them when we talked on the phone, right?"
Tim just nodded his head and then loaded Stacy's luggage into the car.
***
At home, the married couple caught up on things that had occurred around the house and discussed what was going on around the country with the virus situation, but Stacy never really offered anything further regarding what she did on her trip. She left the thoughts of her being poolside with the Black men and playing games with them at night occupy her husband's mind.
As it got closer to bedtime, Stacy's concerns about Tim wanting some intimacy arose. Would he be able to tell that she had sex with those larger men? Then there was her shaved pussy. How to explain that? Beyond that, she didn't have a desire to have sex with him. She actually giggled at the thought. To avoid any awkward situations, Stacy told Tim she was tired from the travel and was going to call it an early night.
This was the first night in nearly ten straight days that she did not fall asleep after having a tremendous orgasm following a tremendous fuck from one of the men and her sucking off the other two. She missed the sensation badly.
The following morning, Stacy was surprisingly up before the alarm clock. Maybe it was the early night or maybe just a burst of energy, but she really had concerns she would struggle with the jetlag and time change. However, none of that was a concern and she soon found herself in the bathroom with the hot shower running. Before she stepped in, she took a moment to look at her shaved pussy in the mirror of her own home for the first time. She liked the sight.
In the shower, Stacy's fingers quickly found their way to her clit. It was becoming increasingly needy since her awakening on the trip. It demanded her attention and she was happy to accommodate. A delightful orgasm washed over her as the hot shower water cascaded down her trim body. It was a very nice way to start her first day back home.
Stacy opted to dress in a more casual style than her normal work attire. Her typical work clothing was some combination of either slacks or a skirt, with a button-up blouse and nice business coat. She didn't really need to have that professional of an appearance at work. The jacket was mainly worn to hide her athletic figure from Darrell and some of the other similarly curious, though less obvious, men she worked with. But, since Darrell had enjoyed her in all her naked glory, the need to be discrete was no longer as important. So, today, she had on a more traditional skirt and a simple pullover sweater.
In the kitchen, she fixed herself a quick breakfast of two slices of toast and then reloaded her pill holders with her vitamins and birth control pills. She stood at the counter eating the toast and then took her vitamin. She held her BC pill in her hand and stared it a moment, then took it with her to the bathroom. She gave it one last look before dropping it in the bowl and flushing it away.
When she arrived at work a little later, she was not surprised to see Darrell in the foyer waiting on her. He cut right to the chase, "How was Roadhead?"
Stacy giggled and shook her head, "Darrell, be nice."
"I am being nice, Stacy. I'm asking about your husband."
Stacy smiled and shook her head. She responded, "He's fine. I think he was a little nervous about me being around you guys so long." She paused and looked him in the eye, "You know, since you might have taken advantage of me."
They shared a laugh before one of their co-workers walked in to the foyer from outside and said, "Welcome back." before continuing into the building. A moment later, the man popped his head back out and said, "You two missed some changes while you've been gone."
Stacy and Darrell both stifled their own laughter until the man went back on his way and the door safely closed behind them. Work changes were nothing compared to what they'd experienced, but it certainly made them curious.
Getting to their desks, both Stacy and Darrell had notes on their keyboards saying, "Come by Mr. Jackson's office when you are here." Their desks were not close enough for them to talk to one another, so neither knew that the other had the same note. Stacy was a bit concerned and looked over in Darrell's direction who was already looking her way. The two of them held up their notes at the same time. It was now clear they had both received one. With a nervous shrug, they moved together to talk.
As they did, that same co-worker who had welcomed them back in the foyer and who served as the office informant, answered some of their questions without being asked. "Had some changes go on while you two were gone. We have a new boss. When all this virus stuff started Mr. Edwards kind of freaked out. I'm not even sure if he works here anymore. Anyway, they moved Mr. Jackson into his office. He's been meeting with everyone. Talking about expectations, teleworking and all that stuff."
Darrell nodded and Stacy offered her thanks before the two of them headed to the office.
Both shared the sense of anxiety that comes with meeting a new boss, and they paused to take a deep breath before knocking on his door.
Mr. Jackson quickly invited them in. The fit Black man, who appeared just a few years older than Dray, putting him in his late 30s, rose from his desk and stepped around it to greet them. The warm smile on his face only partially hid the appraising look he was giving Stacy.
He shook hands with the two of them and Stacy instantly felt a spark of excitement with her hand in his and him standing so close. She was already excited from seeing Darrell again and Mr. Jackson's presence, and the way he was looking at her, only added to it.
"I want to welcome the two of you back. As you can tell, we've had some changes in the short time you've been gone. Nothing we can't steer through though."
He paused a moment and gestured for them to sit down as he returned to his desk. He continued, "I'm sure the extended trip was a bit of a challenge, but", as he nodded to Darrell, "I know your Uncle Dray was able to get you both out of the hotel and to his place. That had to be a good thing." The last sentence directed at Stacy.
Stacy nodded, "It was. He was a great host." She felt her face redden as the realization hit that he and Dray had spoken. Had they talked about what went on? Did he know about what she had done? Why didn't that thought bother her?
Before she could say anything further, Mr. Jackson continued, "We've been teleworking with people in the office half the day and working from home the other half. Dray said you work well as a team so he said I should keep the two of you on the same schedule; mornings here, telework in the afternoon." He paused again and looked directly into her eyes.
Stacy felt her heart pounding and was certain her nipples were making themselves known even though she had a bra on. Her mouth was dry but she still felt the need to swallow. She felt her cheeks redden as he smiled at her reaction. She didn't say anything. She simply nodded.
A few minutes later the two of them left Mr. Jackson's office. She glanced in Darrell's direction and said she needed to use the bathroom. Darrell gave her a knowing look. He had become accustomed to that look. She was going to the bathroom to get off. He smiled at her and said, "Can't wait until after lunch, huh?"
Stacy gave him a naughty grin as she shook her head, "No."
***
When they left the office a few hours later, Stacy was ready for action. Her pussy, which was ready from the moment she woke, had only increased its need for attention as the events of the morning unfolded. She was soaked. As she headed towards the central office hallway, she saw Mr. Jackson in the doorway of his office watching as if waiting for this moment. As they made eye contact, he smiled and winked. She knew at that moment he was aware of everything and that realization excited her tremendously.
Still, she didn't let herself get too close to Darrell as she headed for the exit. Stepping outside, she was disappointed that he was not out there waiting. However, a moment later Darrell pulled up to the curb in front of her, a bright smile on his face, "We riding together?"
Stacy's heart was instantly pounding at the rush of excitement stemming from his question, but she still took a moment to think. Then she reached for the handle and jumped in, "We better. I know it's unlikely, but I can't risk Roadhead finding my car at your place." Immediately after saying that she paused and asked, "Wait, what about work? What if Mr...'
Darrell cut her off before she could finish the sentence, "Mr. Jackson ain't gonna give a fuck. You see the way that nigga looked at you?" Then he simply chuckled.
Stacy's face reddened at the realization Darrell had seen that look too.
Ten minutes later they were in Darrell's apartment with Stacy on her knees sucking Darrell's cock. He was seated on the couch smiling down at her, her eyes locked on his as she pleasured him. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and said, "I've missed this."
Darrell smiled and nodded, "It's only been a day, girl. Roadhead can't compete, huh?"
She giggled and gave his cock a quick suck before pulling back, "How can he compete? He won't even let me suck it." She giggled and took another lick of his cockhead before saying, "And besides...", before she abruptly stopped and went back to sucking his cock. She tried to catch herself before her inner thoughts were spoken, but she had already opened the door.
Darrell wasn't about to let this moment go. He asked, "And besides, what?"
Stacy attempted to just shake her head as she continued to suck his cock in the hopes that he wouldn't press the issue. She was wrong.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her off his cock. "I said, besides what?"
In those few seconds, a series of thoughts raced through Stacy's mind, all of which she would have never considered just two weeks earlier. First, she was on her knees sucking cock. Second, it wasn't her husband's cock. Third, it was the cock of a Black man. And finally, that dominant edge Darrell was exercising by using her hair like that to control her was exciting as hell.
Darrell could sense it. He could see the look in her eyes. There was more to that look than her husband just not letting her suck his dick. He decided this was the moment to put it on the table. He relaxed his grip slightly to allow her tongue to reach the crown. He could feel her heavy breathing on the wet shaft.
He smiled and asked, "And besides, he ain't got a big enough dick for you, Stacy? That it?"
She shook head and licked the crown, her eyes holding his gaze. She was almost daring, or maybe pleading, for him to draw this admission out of her.
