Authors: Marilyn Lee
“Look, you both know I appreciate your concern, but I'm leaving for L.A. tonight and I don't have time for ...” She glanced at the fancy red envelope on her desk.
Jadan rolled her eyes. “Look, it's time you had some fun, Darbi.” She glanced at the envelope and smiled. “And trust me, you'll have more than a little fun with him.”
Darbi arched a brow. “Have you and he ...?”
Jadan shook her head. “I've never had the pleasure of having Sarro dance for me alone, but trust me, he is hot with a capital H, girl.” She looked at Willow, who placed a hand against her chest and pretended to swoon.
Darbi smiled, glanced at her watch, and rose. “I hate to rush you, but I really have to get going if I'm going to make my plane tonight.”
As Jadan and Willow rose, Darbi picked up the red envelope and offered it to first Jadan and then to Willow. Both of her friends smiled and left her office silently, closing the door behind them.
Darbi hesitated and then opened the envelope. The card inside read,
“The bearer is entitled to a private, romantic evening with exotic dancer Sarro.”
For a moment, Darbi stared at the card, allowing her thoughts free rein. She hadn't been on a date in over three years. It might be nice to spend a few hours with a sexy, exotic dancer. She moistened her lips. Maybe he'd even give her a lap dance. And just maybe --
She gave an angry shake of her head. She did not have time to surrender to lust. Once she had completed the West Coast trip successfully, there might be time to get horny and laid. Even then, after a broken marriage and two bad relationships, she'd decided to embrace a second virginity until she met a man who was ready to make a firm commitment to her. If she could manage that, she was confident the incessant need she felt to be loved would be suppressed. Love hurt, but passion, fueled by commitment, would be something she could be content, if not happy with.
Later that afternoon, while trying to work on the flight to L.A., Darbi found her thoughts wandering to the envelope she'd left on her desk. Left on her desk. She closed her eyes briefly. Left on her desk for anyone who had occasion to have to go into her office to find and read.
Oh, well. Abandoning thoughts of fine-tuning her presentation, she turned off her laptop. Putting it in the overhead luggage rack, she sat back in her seat, closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to turn back to the red envelope.
She sighed. Jadan was probably right. She had been too long without sensual contact with a man. Her sexual toys notwithstanding, she did miss the feel and weight of a lover's body lying on and against hers. There was nothing quite like lying in bed on her stomach with her hands curled into fists as a big, hard, ebony cock plowed in and out of her pussy or her ass ... after she'd sucked it to get it nice and hard.
Cock. Lord, she wanted some cock. She moistened her lips and wished she were alone with her favorite toy pressed against her clit as she fantasized about a real fuck with a real live man ... a man who would eat her pussy and suck her breasts and get her so hot she was nearly ready to come with the first stroke of his cock.
Her pussy ached and her cheeks burned as she fantasized what Sarro would look like. Since Jadan and Willow knew she liked her men tall, dark, and well hung, he would look like Boris Kodjoe, have a Denzel Washington smile, the swagger and self-confidence of Wesley Snipes, and a big, hard, pussy-stretching and pleasing dick like her ex, Martin.
Although having Martin dump her for another woman had hurt, what she missed most about him was his big, hard, wicked cock. Recalling the pleasure he had dispensed with that bad boy sent a rush of heat down her spine. With her entire body aching for fulfillment, she knew she'd been a fool not to accept Jadan and Willow's gift of a few hours with this Sarro.
How was she supposed to stay celibate when just the thought of sex made her so hot? She rose and made her way to the restroom. Inside, she leaned against the door, taking slow, deep breaths. Get a grip, girl. There's nothing you can do about sex now, but when you get home, you are getting laid. She nodded. After she’d been laid, she'd decide if this second virginity thing was worth another try.
She returned to her seat and forced herself to work until they arrived at LAX. In the cab on the way to her hotel, she called Sharde and asked her to move the envelope off her desk.
“What shall I do with it?”
She hesitated. “Toss it.”
“Are you sure, Darbi? If you don’t mind my saying so, you could stand to ... unwind a little.”
She cast her gaze ceiling ward. “Okay. Keep it and I’ll decide what to do with it when I return.”
“Okay. Have a good trip.”
“Thanks.” She slipped her cell phone in her shoulder bag and sank back against her seat. She closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to dwell on sex until she arrived at the hotel.
It seemed to take an eternity to check in and get into her room. Finally, after tipping the bell cap, Darbi closed and locked her hotel room door. Her thoughts still on sex, she stripped down to her thong and bra. Usually when she traveled, fearful of having her sex toys discovered by airport security, she'd been using her electric shaver to relieve her sexual tension. This trip, she'd removed the batteries, and brought along some of her favorite toys in her carry-on luggage.
She took the oversized cosmetic bag from her luggage, spread several items on the bed, replaced the batteries in both devices, fiddled with the stereo system until she located a smooth jazz station, and then lay on the cool sheets with her legs parted.
She lubed the medium sized, ebony vibrator, turned it on low, and pressed it against her thong over her clit. After several moments, when she felt a nice buzz, she turned the vibrator to medium, removed the thong, and sighed in anticipation as she slowly moved the head along the length of her slit. She rotated her hips and eased her breasts out of her bra. She touched the head against her clit. A tingle danced down her spine.
Moaning softly, she eased several inches between her wet folds and into her aching pussy. Not satisfied, she slid the entire shaft inside. Reaching down to the base, she turned it to high and rolled onto her stomach.
With the vibrator buried in her pussy, she rubbed her hands over her nipples until they hardened. Then, thrusting her hips down onto the vibrating cock, she began to fuck her pussy onto the shaft. She felt a different type of tension building in her as she attempted to thrust herself to an orgasm.
Although the vibrator created a pleasant tingle in her pussy, the orgasm she longed for eluded her. She needed additional stimulation. She rolled onto her back and sat up, using her internal muscles to keep the vibrator buried in her cunt. Picking up a tube of anal ease lying on the bed, she coated the remaining vibrator. Turning onto her side, she pressed the tip against her anus.
As the tip penetrated her, she turned the vibrator to medium. Then, she slid onto her back. She pushed her hips down, slowly forcing the entire slender, ebony vibrator up into her body.
Oh, yeah. With her pussy and ass filled, she sighed. Now that felt very nice. She rolled back onto her stomach. Closing her eyes, she slowly fucked herself on the vibrator in her pussy. Reaching back, she grasped the handle of the anal vibrator and moved it in and out of her ass.
The pleasant buzz continued in her body, but a climax still eluded her. After several, long, frustrating minutes, she moaned. “Oh, damn!” Her toys, usually so reliable, just weren't getting the job done. “I need a real dick.”
“Funny you should mention that. I was just lying in the tub there thinking my hand was okay, but I needed some pussy. You need cock. Will this one do?” a deep, masculine voice asked.
Darbi gasped and bolted into a sitting position, heat rushing up into her cheeks. She must have left the door unlocked. She glanced towards the door, expecting to see the bell cap. Quickly noting the closed door, she frowned. The voice must have come from the stereo.
“Over here.”
Her head snapped around, her gaze moving wildly around the room. She turned her attention towards the door she assumed led into the bathroom and gasped again.
A man stood in the doorway. He looked as if he were well over six feet tall, was well built, and breathtakingly handsome. He had piercing, I-can-fuck-you- hard-and-often-green eyes, short, dark hair silvering at the temples, and a tan so deep his skin looked almost honey bronze.
He had wide shoulders. A light sprinkling of dark hair covered his chest, thinned over his washboard abs, before growing thick and vibrant at his groin. Her attention was drawn to the cock protruding in front of his taut body. Fully erect, it was huge, boasting both a length and width to rival Martin's monster cock. Like Martin's, the head of this cock was helmeted and looked eager to conquer every pussy in sight.
She met the deep, green gaze of the stranger and, inexplicably, her fear vanished. The vibrators still pulsing in her ass and pussy were forgotten as her gaze was drawn back to the handsome hunk's groin. Oh, damn. “Whoever said white men had small dicks lied,” she whispered in a shameless voice. “God, you're long and thick.”
A smile curved the man's face. “But whoever said once you go black, you never go back didn't.”
She sucked in a breath, deciding it was time she stopped thinking with her pussy. She removed the vibrator from her pussy, turned it off, and then rolled onto her side to remove the one from her ass. Turning that off as well, she slid off the bed. She snatched her dress off the floor near the bed, and backed towards the entrance door. “Who are you and what are you doing in my room?”
“There's no need to be alarmed. Nothing is going to happen between us that you don't want.”
“Great. Now what are you doing naked in my room?”
Allowing his gaze to move over her body, he slowly rolled a condom over his cock. He arched a brow. “Your room? There has apparently been a mix up because this is my room.” He had a deep, warm, sexy voice that sent shivers of lust down her spine. “I checked in half an hour ago and was lying in the tub with blue balls when I realized someone was in here. Imagine my surprise when I looked into the room and saw you lying on the bed in all your dark, luscious glory.”
About to step into her dress, she paused and looked at him. Dark, luscious glory? He sounded as if he had a thing for black women. “Your room? This must be some mistake. My keycard opened this door.”
“As did mine.”
She frowned. “I travel a lot, but I've never had such a mix up.”
“Neither have I, which must mean someone up there saw two lonely people in need and did something about it.”
She considered him in silence. Jadan and Willow had expressed an unusual interest in her travel plans. They had both seemed so pleased with themselves as they saw her off at the airport. Had they had something to do with this room mix up?
“So now that I'm here and you're here ... what do you want to do about it?”
With her gaze on his shaft, Darbi knew exactly what she wanted to do about the mix up. She wanted to be lying on the bed on her back with him sprawled between her legs, slowly feeding the big, bad boy hanging between his legs into her wet, aching pussy. She hesitated and then spoke quickly before she could lose her courage. “Does this answer your question?” She allowed her dress to drop onto the carpet at her feet. She unhooked her bra and tossed that down as well. Her thong followed.
“I think so, but are you sure?”
“Oh, yes.” Her cheeks burning at her shameless behavior, she stood naked and aroused before him. “I've never been surer of anything.”
His dark, green gaze moved slowly over a face she knew most men found attractive. Her nipples tightened when he looked at her breasts. Although no longer as firm as they used to be, they were large with wide areoles and nipples that extended nearly an inch in length when she was aroused, as she now was.
His gaze brushed quickly over her belly before lingering on the dark triangle of hair between her legs. With her pussy flooded with moisture and his erect cock covered with a condom, there was little doubt that they were going to fuck.
So he might as well see all of her. She turned away from him, glancing over her shoulder as his green eyes raked over her rear. Along with her breasts, she was most proud of her ass, which was big, round, without reaching buffalo size. She'd never encountered a lover who didn't love to hold, spank, and fuck her ass.
Turning to face him again, she allowed her gaze to linger on his big, thick dick. The uniform tan, including his dick, clearly indicated that he sunbathed in the nude. His cock was so tanned it might almost belong to the ebony hunk about whom she'd been fantasizing.
“Well?”
“Damn.” He raised his gaze to hers. “You have a beautiful body, but your face isn't pretty.”
She flushed. “I ... I ...” She bent to snatch up her dress to hold against her breasts and pussy.
He moved across the room to stand in front of her. He took the dress from her hands and tossed it on the floor. Cupping her face between his palms, he stared down into her eyes. “It's gorgeous.”
Relieved, she smiled up at him, pleased that he thought her more than pretty.
He rubbed his thumb over her lips. “You put the beautiful in big, beautiful woman.”
“That's sweet.”
“So is my cock.”
“That's what I'm counting on.”
“Oh, I love a sexually liberated woman.” He moved his hands from her face. The feel of his hands cupping and massaging her breasts nearly made her come. She inched her lower body forward until she felt that monster cock pressing against her belly. When sufficiently aroused, she had very few sexual inhibitions.
With her pussy aching, she reached down and closed her fingers over his hard, warm flesh. She cupped her other hand under his balls. They were big and heavy. “I want you to come in me.”
“Come in you? What do you mean, come in you?”
She gently squeezed his balls and smiled when he groaned. Gazing up into his eyes, she removed the condom.
He stiffened and his eyes narrowed, but he remained silent.