by
EroticBrat

_____To see her walk up the hall makes my stomach feel as if I had just descended out of a curl on a rollercoaster. You know the feeling, that thin line between nausea and excitement. Following are scenes from a recurring fantasy that flash like cue cards in my mind. I love that satisfied wet feeling these days. Good thing I have a closet full of black pants and Calvin Klein boxers. "Damn, she did it to me again", I would think and try not to butch-walk up the hall at the thought of the dream becoming reality. Who makes me feel that work is the best place to be? Her name is Kalila.
_____Oh how I love a woman who laughs at my nerdy jokes and mannerisms. The glow of Kalila's eyes when she laughs is simply to die for. Oh smile again for me please. Even the small sensual dimple that is placed high on her cheek right below those gorgeous eyes is enough for me to continue on with a smile until five o'clock comes around. How obsessive is it to wish for close of business to come slower than usual? What, she's leaving me for the evening?
_____I spent hours thinking of things to talk about with Kalila. I need some reason to be in her presence without actually pulling nonsense out of my ass. I had a great dinner last night, or, did you watch 20/20, or how are you doing in law school, or I had a great dream of fucking you last night. Whoops! Note to self: leave out the latter piece of information. To be able to absorb all of her, from her hair to her manicured toes. Smell her essence, perfume, soap she caresses over her body, that original and tasty femininity that no male could ever appreciate to the extent that a true lesbian does. To look at someone and have an orgasm in a matter of seconds is a dangerous thing. Is it possible to hide unwavering lust without looking too hideous in the face? It has taken me at least two months gathering nerves of steel to ask this African Diva out to dinner. She made it known earlier that she was familiar with Ruby Fruits, so naturally that was the restaurant of choice. She excepted my bumbled offer for dinner, with neither of us mentioning our significant others. We started where all great foreplay begins, cocktails and appetizers. The restaurant was perfectly lit for cute lesbian dinner play. Thought - would you like to go back to my truck and swap pussy juice? Translation, "You are a very beautiful woman." "Auuggh, what a dork." That was the corniest line I've ever said to a woman. She knew that I was being corny but smiled graciously and replied that I was cute. She thinks I'm cute. That's right up there with, "Sure, I'd fuck you." She reached across the table and caressed my hands. My nervousness began to subside, but I wasn't out of the woods yet. If you told me that it was possible to get a throbbing clit from holding hands, I would have said that you were full of shit.
_____Entrees were running a bit late, which allowed more time for me to gaze into those wonderful eyes and listen to that great voice of hers. Oh to hear that voice during the peak of sex. With that thought, I had one of the best panty splashes ever. I obviously had a stupid look on my face, because Kalila asked if I was okay. At that moment my gutsy personality interjected that I ached to be close to her if only for one night. It sounds better when Luther says it. She raised her eyebrows as she looked at me. That's it drive me crazier than you already do. Kalila knew that I wanted her and appeared to be squirming in her seat as much as I was. We held hands, talked and laughed on the way back to my truck. I tried to make it the slowest walk possible. You know the "Boy, I want to fuck your brains out" stroll we do on the first date. I knew we would be parting company soon and wanted to savor the moment. When I opened the truck door for her, she stopped, pulled me close and gave me a quick kiss. Once buckled in, she grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, with passion I haven't felt in a long time. (Hey, for the first time my seat belt didn't lock up. Things are looking up.) That was the kiss of death for me. I had to have her at any cost.
_____On the drive to her house we continued our gracious tongue dance at every red light possible. All the while, thoughts of how to get my tongue in her pussy without seeming too forward swirled in my head. Please, oh please, oh please, invite me in. Would you like to come in for a drink? Whoohooo!, Houston we have lift off. "Yes", I replied calmly, "I would love to come in for a bit." She had all but 3 seconds after closing door, before I pushed her against the door and shoved my tongue down her throat. I know it sounds crass, but it was so glorious. Kalila's mouth tasted better than any decadent dessert known to mankind. We were so in sync with each other at that very moment. It was as if we had been practicing this moment all of our lives. By now my clit was aching so badly for her that before I knew it I had my hand under her bra and felt the joyous sensation of her throbbing nipples. Kalila's moan was enough to make me dizzy. I love that high-pitched femme moan.
_____I can't control it anymore. I put my hand underneath her skirt and felt her wetness through her panties. Take it, it's yours was all she needed to say. She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her room. Our clothes were off and on the floor in no time. We didn't even make it to her bed. Right there on the floor our clits became one and we intensely climaxed together.
_____Round one was out of the way. We proceeded quickly to the shower. Nothing or no one is sexier than a wet, soapy black woman, and if she has a big clit to match then oh the better. Without drying off, I threw her on the bed and dove straight for her throbbing clit. I sucked her clit till I thought it was going to come off. And the love canal. If it's possible to have a perfect pussy, Kalila definitely has it. As I entered her with my fingers rubbing her G-spot and sucking her clit I felt her love muscle clamp down on my fingers and she proceeded to gush out the best tasting love juice I have ever had on my face. And the ultimate crescendo, that wonderful voice screaming out in an orgasm the way I had always imagined it. When she came out of her trance, she apologized for ejaculating on me. I told her that I was truly thankful to drink from her love. Round two completed, what's next, because I wanted it all.
_____As we lay catching our breathes, I commented on how sorry I was for not having my harness and cock with me, because I wanted to experience all she had to offer. Leave no pussy unturned; that's my motto. Kalila went into her closet and pulled out a bag that contained numerous sex goods. The smile on my face was too ridiculous to describe in writing. She laughed because even through all the intensity that we had experienced thus far, I still managed to be nerdy. After preparing her pussy with my tongue and a little lube, Round Three was on. I fucked her in every way imaginable, without throwing my back out, and she graciously accepted it all. After trading off ejaculations for the next two hours, we collapsed in a sex drunken stupor.
_____Kalila musters enough energy to ask me to stay the night, but we both know I must decline. I showered and got dressed, had one last passionate kiss and headed home. Since that night we greet each other at work with mischievous smiles as if to say, "I know what you taste like, and damn are you good." I look forward to a fingering session in the office on day. Until then, the memory of our dinner date will have to suffice.

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