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I lived in a third-floor apartment. Tashita lived under me, in the second-floor apartment. How we met was pure happenstance, as was what transpired after we met.
It was a warm spring afternoon and I decided to play hooky from work, to stay home and just chill. I had the stereo cranked up and admittedly, was jamming, having a good afternoon. I didn’t think anyone would care because surely, most folks would be at work.
The banging on my door startled me. I quickly turned down the music and cracked open the door. She was a small woman, dark skinned, black, and cute, but obviously a little perturbed.
“Can I ask a favor?” she asked, her hands folded across her chest in front of her.
“I already turned it down,” I told her, offering an apology.
“Thanks,” she replied, turning to walk back to her apartment.
“Hey,” I called out, peeking out my open door, “What your name?”
“Tashita,” she replied, looking back in my direction as she approached the first step of the stairs.
“Do you want my phone number?” I asked.
“Why would I want or need your phone number?” she asked, stopping as she stepped on the first step, looking back at me.
“So if I make too much noise, you can just call me,” I replied.
To my surprise, she turned and stepped back towards my apartment. She stopped in front of my apartment where I stood holding open my door. I invited her to step inside while I got something to write on.
She stepped into my doorway, but not all the way into the lion’s den.
I grabbed a scrap piece of paper off the counter top and scribbled down my phone number. As I handed the paper to her, she asked if I lived here alone.
“Usually,” I replied cryptically. “Most of the time, it’s just me, except when I get company.”
She looked at the paper that I had handed her.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Robert,” I replied.
“Cool,” she replied, “Nice to meet you. What do you do?”
“I am an attorney,” I replied.
“And you?” I asked.
“A nurse,” she replied.
“Cool,” I replied, “Next time I’m not feeling well, I’m knocking on your door.”
Tashita chuckled.
“On no,” she countered, “Don’t come and infect me.”
“Okay,” I replied, “Can I knock on your door any other time?”
“Sure,” she responded, stuffing the piece of paper that I had handed her into the front pocket of her cut-off shorts.
Tashita was a knockout and I suspected she probably knew it by the way she flipped her hair back over her shoulders as we chatted.
“If I make too much noise,” I instructed, “just call me.”
“I will,” she replied, stepping back into the breezeway outside my apartment and heading down the stairs. I was hooked. She was crazy good looking!
A couple of days went by and I couldn’t get Tashita out of my mind. Then, as luck would have it, about a week later, on another day in which I decided again to play hooky a from work, I could hear Tashita’s stereo blasting away below me. I stepped down the stairs and tapped on her door. No answer. I knocked again, this time rapping harder on the apartment door. I could hear the pulsating sound through the door. I knocked again, a little harder. The volume of the music lowered. Tashita opened the door to her apartment.
I smiled.
“I’m sorry,” Tashita proffered. She was wrapped in a terry-cloth pink bathrobe that was tied at the waist.
“I think your base beats mine,” I said.
“I was in the shower,” she said, “I didn’t realize it was so loud.”
“It’s all good,” I told her.
“Do you want my numbers?” she asked. I chuckled.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Come in,” she proffered, holding the door to her apartment open. I stepped in and she stepped past me, to look for a pen and some paper on which to write. Her apartment was spectacularly decorated in cherry wood and a mix of pink, light gray and white colors. I complimented her on her choice of décor.
“Thanks,” she replied, searching through her purse for a pen. Frustrated at not finding anything to write with, she asked if she could call me and leave her phone number on my answering service.
“Sure,” I replied.
Tashita ran her fingers through her damp curls.
‘Can I ask you a question?” Tashita inquired.
“Sure,” I replied nonchalantly.
“Do you work from home a lot?” she asked. “Sometimes I’m here during the afternoons and I don’t want to be a bother.”
“No bother,” I replied. “If you play it loud enough, I may just stop work and come down here and jam with you.”
Tashita smiled and offered another apology.
“Besides, I replied, “I like your choice of music.”
My disclosure of music preferences seemed to surprise her. When I mentioned several black rappers and groups by name as some of my favorites, Tashita quizzed me about other artists, by name, in the “rap, rhythm and blues” genre.
“Wow,” she remarked. “”I didn’t figure you to be the rapper type.”
“There’s beauty in all types of music and people,” I replied.
“Do you want something to drink? Tashita asked adding, “You’re cool.”
“Sure,” I replied.
“I’ve got tea, lemon-aid, beer- what do you want?” she inquired.
“Got any wine coolers?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she replied. She slipped into the kitchen and fetched a four-pack of peach/raspberry wine coolers from her refrigerator.
“I’m not keeping you from work, am I?” she asked as she stepped back into her living room with the four pack. “Sit down.”
I sat on her couch as she took up a seat on the opposite end of her stylish couch, with its numerous throw pillows between us. She stretched out her hand and offered me on of the wine coolers. As she did, her terry-cloth robe separated just enough to allow me a quick glance at her rack.
“You keep an odd schedule, “ I remarked as she grabbed the remote control for the stereo and turned the music back up a small notch. She rocked her head and upper body to the beat of the music.
“Nurse scheduling,” Tashita responded, “It sucks. I work rotating shifts. My body doesn’t know if it is coming or going.”
I smiled.
“There’s nothing wrong with your body,” I teasingly replied, testing the waters.
“I don’t know,” She replied. “I’m twenty-five but sometimes I feel like I am forty-five.”
“Maybe all you need is a good massage,” I replied.
“I wish I knew a good massage therapist,” Tashita replied.
I smiled.
“If you want a good massage, “ I replied, “I can hook you up.”
“Really?” She replied.
“I worked my way through law school as a massage therapist,” I replied.
Tashita looked at me with a skeptical look.
“Yeah right,” she replied.
“You’re just looking for an opportunity,” She shot back.
“Maybe so,” I countered, “You are cute.”
“Are you for real?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “If you want, I can prove it to you.”
“OK,” she replied, extending her legs and bare feet in my direction.
I took one of her feet in hand and began to press under her toes.
“Oh wow,” Tashita exclaimed after only a few seconds. I cupped her bare foot in the palm of my hand and used my second hand to gently move her foot in a circular pattern. I gently worked my hand to the back of her chiseled and very muscular lower calf.
“I’m glad I just shaved,” She remarked. She shifted on the couch and closed her eyes as I continued to massage her foot and lower leg.
I pushed upwards and arched her leg, which parted her robe ever so slightly. I shifted legs and worked on her right foot and leg.
“Gee,” she replied, “You are good.”
“Would you like a full body massage?” I asked.
“You don’t mess around do you” she shot back.
“Hey, I know a good thing when I see it,” I deftly replied, quickly adding, “I’ll be a gentleman.”
She rearranged herself on the couch, slipping onto her stomach. She folded her arms and rested her head in the fold, looking back at me.
“I’m watching you,” she said. “I know the martial arts, so mind your manners.”
“I will,” I promised, pushing her robe midway up the back of her upper thighs.
I worked on her calves for several minutes then worked way to her upper calves, one leg at a time. I casually placed a hand under her right knee and re-positioned her leg, so there was a small space between her legs. I dug my fingers into the inside of her thighs as I worked my way up her leg, being careful to not do anything inappropriate. I could tell my touches were having the desired effect by the musty smell of her womanhood that began to seep out from under her robe.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Good,” she replied.
“Do you want me to work your glutes?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied, to my surprise. I pushed my fingers up under the edge of her robe and deep into her gluteus muscle over the top of her pink satin panties. She hummed as I pushed my fingers back and forth.
“Oh my Gawd!” she exclaimed, “That feel so good.”
I slipped my fingers towards her inner hamstring, just to see what reaction I might get since I was getting dangerously close to the forbidden zone. When she didn’t object, I pressed on, working my hands and fingers deep into her tight muscles.
“You have a hard ass,” I remarked.
“Uh-huh,” she replied.
“How about your back?” asked.
“That too,” she replied.
I repositioned myself on the couch, placing a knee on each side of her hips and settling on the back of her thighs, as I pushed her robe up and began to work on her lower back. Tashita sat up on her elbows and silently stripped out of her robe, dropping it on the floor beside the couch. I now had unrestricted access to her entire back. She pulled her long black curls up over her head as I reached to massage her shoulders and neck.
“That feels do good,” she said.
I worked my hands across her back and dug my elbow into her shoulder blades. In an effort to gain a better position, I silently readjusted myself, slipping my knee between her spread legs, while keeping my other knee to her left side. I could feel the warmness of her womanhood as I pressed my knee against her pubic area. Her panties were damp.
I pressed down on her upper back using the open palms of my hand.
“How does this feel?” I asked. “Too much pressure?”
“No,” she responded, “You’re fine.”
I worked my hands deep into her shoulders then worked my way back to her lower back, scooting down on her extended legs, ensuring they stay parted. I placed one hand on each of her buttocks and squeezed. My thumbs were near her womanhood and I dug them in deeply. I could tell she was getting turned on.
Her breathing became more labored.
“Oh, my gawd!” she whispered, her head buried in the fold of her arms.
Slipping my fingers under the edge of her panties, I asked, “Can these come off?”
To my astonishment, she agreed.
I peeled her panties down past her thigh and her well-toned legs, then past her calves and ankles. She was cleanly shaven and fresh. I settled back on the couch and resumed my probing of her glutes, working my thumbs ever closer to her exposed vagina. The more I massaged, the more she hummed her approvals.
I gently allowed my thumb to caress the edge of her vagina.
“Someone is getting a little turned on,” I remarked.
“That’s not my fault,” she replied.
“Do you mind?” I asked.
“No,” she replied. “I like it.”
I slipped a lone finger along the edge of her vagina and up to her hood. I pressed against her hood with my finger and she let out a deep moan. Then, I casually slipped the same finger into her wet pussy and her entire body shuddered.
I reached behind my back and pulled off my t-shirt.
“Would you like to turn over?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
I lifted myself off her legs and she silently flipped to her back, under me. He bare breasts were topped with light areolas and her nipples were small and hard, like pencil erasers. She pinched them with her fingers.
I placed my hands on top of hers, as she covered her c-cup sized breasts.
“Relax,” I instructed.
I gently massaged her breasts, working my hands up to her shoulders, her neck and then back to her exposed breasts, as she stretched out her arms over her head.
I placed my hands on her ribs and squeezed. She jumped and squirmed.
“Ticklish?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
I lowered my head and kissed her stomach, just above her navel, as I moved my hands back to her breasts.
“Behave,” she whispered.
“I can’t,” I replied.
“Uh, huh,” she replied.
I moved towards her breasts, lightly kissing each one, taking just a moment to suck on each of her nipples. She took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
I had a raging hard-on that needed to be freed from the confines of my shorts, but I wasn’t sure if my timing was just right. I hovered over her gorgeous body, planting light kisses where-ever I could, my knee pressing up against her pussy. I worked my way up to her neck, and again, she took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled as I slipped my open mouth, and hot breath on her supple neck, just below her left ear. She had her eyes closed.
“How does it feel?” I whispered.
She shuddered and whispered, “Great!”
I managed to unfasten the snap to my shorts, relieving some of the pressure. I worked my way back down her luscious body with kisses, working my hands across her body. I inched my way down to her navel and then to the top of her pubic area, as she gripped my head with her long fingers. Reaching the top of her pubic area, she murmured,
“Oh God!”
I rested my chin on her pubic bone as she spread her legs. She gripped my head in her hands. I rubbed my chin back and forth, then went for the ultimate in my massage package. I slipped my open mouth to her vagina, sucking on the hood that covered her g-spot. She let out a deep moan, as I worked my lips over her hood. I used my tongue to taste her sweetness.
“Oh God!” she cried out.
I used my fingers to probe her womanhood. Her juices were flowing like crazy.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
‘Don’t stop,” she pleaded. I wasn’t about to stop. I was just getting started.
Tashita took in another deep breath and again, forcefully exhaled. Her entire body stiffened and she let out another loud moan, only this time, it was a bit prolonged.
“Oh my God!” she cried out, “You are killing me!”
“Do you mind if I fuck you?” I asked.
“Please do,” she pleaded. “Fuck me and fuck me hard!”
“I don’t have any protection,” I replied.
“You don’t need it,” she replied. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”
I slipped off the couch and out of my shorts and my underwear as Tashita lay naked on her back in front of me, her eyes still closed. I slipped one of my knees across her body, my head towards her pussy, my nine-inch circumcised steel rod hanging down above her angelic face, mere inches from her pouty mouth lips. In an instant, I felt her hands on my cock and then her warm lips encircling the end of my manhood. She gently massaged my testicles, as she worked my cock deeper into her mouth. As she did, I playfully teased her, parting the lips of her pussy and running my fingers around the edges, then over her hooded g-spot.
She popped my cock out of her mouth.
“Put it in me,” she pleaded.
I quickly flipped around and re-positioned myself for entry. My knees were just below her buttocks as I faced her, my tip end of my cock teasingly close to her vagina. I rubbed the tip end of my manhood around the outside of her vagina, flicking it across her enlarged hood.
She cried out, “Stop teasing me and put it in!”
Her fingers parted her pussy lips. I aimed for the spot and slowly pushed my tool into her bright pink pussy. She grimaced as I entered her. She was a tight fit, at first, but as I pushed further inside her, the wetter she became. I could feel the walls of her vagina pulsating, gripping my cock. I worked myself in and out a couple of times and then fell forward, jamming my cock all the way inside of her, my pubic bone crashing into hers.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Tash cried out. “That’s it!”
I pumped my cock in and out of her, looking down at her angelic face and huge brown eyes as I hovered over her, my hands beside her upper torso. I slipped onto my elbows after a few seconds and began to suck on her tits. She raked her long fingernails across my shoulders, and let out another deep moan.
Every one of my hip thrusts was met with an “uh” as I pummeled her.
“Oh God!” she cried out! Her body stiffened and once again, shuddered.
I was about to unload when she said, “Bedroom.”
She took my hand and lead me into her bedroom. I lay down on the bed and she positioned herself on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips. She slid my cock back into her pussy, and began to move her hips in a circular fashion, slowly at first, then more rapidly. She leaned forward, planting her hands in the middle of my chest, her boobs bouncing back and forth as she gyrated and ground herself on top of me.
I was more than ready to unload, but this was cutting it for me.
“Can we try something else?” I asked.
“Sure,” she breathlessly replied.
“Get on your knees,” I replied, as I slipped off the bed and stood beside it. She did as I requested and backed herself up to the edge of the bed. I could see her perfectly formed starfish. I had never fucked anyone in the ass before, and as tempted as I was, I passed. I slipped my cock back into her pussy and held on to her bare hips as I pushed myself up against her bare ass. She collapsed on her elbows and let out a deep and very soulful, “Oh….my…God!”
I couldn’t hold back and filled her pussy to overflowing, as I leaned into her and cupped her breasts in my hands. As I did so, she lowered her head and breathlessly gasped, “Oh yeah!”
I slapped her ass with my bare hand and she let out another “Oh yeah!”
I pulled out and lay prone on the bed next to where she had collapsed. I rolled to my side and gently ran my hand across her butt and her back.
“You are too damn sexy,” I remarked.
“You’re not bad yourself,” she replied.
She rolled to her back and I rolled with her, and next to her. She rolled back on top of me and for the first time, we kissed. She slipped her tongue past my lips and deep inside. Her kisses were deeply passionate, her tongue probing my soul.
We lay there for the longest time, just enjoying the closeness of each other’s company and kisses.
“Am I your first black woman?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “But the color of your skin really doesn’t matter to me. You have soul and you’re kick-ass sexy.”
“I’ve never had a white guy before,” she replied, “You’re just as good as any brother.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I replied.
“You know what they say?”” she asked our faces mere inches from each other. “Once you go black, you never go back.”
I had to admit there was probably some truth to her statement. She was undeniably sexy. I slipped my hand down to her still wet pussy and inserted a lone finger.
“Hmmm,” I said, “Looks like someone needs another massage.”
She grabbed my wrist with her hand.
“Take it, easy cowboy,” she said. “It’s my turn.”
She pushed my hand away and quickly repositioned herself towards my crotch. She cupped my balls in her hand and toyed with my limp cock.
“I don’t know if I have it in me,” I remarked.
She lifted the head of my cock from my lower abdomen, looked up at me and said, “Shut up and let me try.”
She slipped my cock back into her mouth and began to massage it back to life. Within a few minutes, I was once again rock hard and once again, she re-mounted me and pushed my cock into her pussy. I bet we repeated this scenario several times over the next few hours.
Neither one of us went to work the next day. We didn’t even make it out of the bed, except for a short shower as an interlude and even that was a special treat.
I finally made it back to my computer. Tash is sitting here right next to me, clothed only in her terry-cloth robe and sipping on some coffee, straight black, helping me to write the storyline.
Hold on, there’s more, but that story will have to wait . . .
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