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| I will only continue it if the women out there let me know they are enjoying it I felt tortured with thoughts of a woman that I couldn’t admit I found beautiful It was obvious, she wasn’t wearing any panties I could feel her eyes on me Vanessa got up and came around her desk, directly in front of me and then half-leaned, half-sat, onto her desk She was smiling confidently now Thursday night—that terribly short leather mini of yours—I’d like you to wear it for me “Sorry darling, what was that?” she demanded I looked away As I lay in bed next to my husband, visions of Vanessa would keep recurring: her dark eyes, jet-black skin, and high cheekbones My eyes sank back to the sight she offered me between her thighs It was humiliating, but I found myself using my fingers in the woman’s room cubicle to relieve this terrible tension Vanessa had left me with I was becoming fixated on this woman and sexy In the mornings, I would pick out outfits I would wear that day Vanessa continued, her legs still spread wide perhaps 12” before my face And I felt very sexy “I’m free Thursday night,” I whispered, my voice quivering from both nervousness and sexual excitement Most troubling was one day, shortly after our first encounter—just after passing her—I found myself aroused As I’d pass her door, I couldn’t resist peeking in Often Vanessa would wear knee high boots and tight jeans, or even stretch pants that outlined every facet of her tall lean body She stood up right in front of me Then as I exited her office, she stopped me in my tracks, adding: “Oh, and Leasa There was a look, hard to define, but definitely there sexy, deep, and serious Every time I walked past her door, I would hope she’d notice me In high school, boys had always pursued me The tight, thin material displayed her prominent mons before my eyes very,” I whispered After getting back to my desk, I would find myself flushed red—just by passing her, and being appraised under her penetrating brown eyes Johnson,” I stammered God, the door was open! Someone walking by could see! Vanessa seemed unafraid and uninhibited Then she just remained sitting there, thighs splayed It was a look of lust I hated it, but I couldn’t deny it “Yes, Ms Where I was blonde and blue eyed, Vanessa was black and brown eyed and write me your comments Without understanding this, my story becomes commonplace, not worth the telling Her thick, beautiful black lips I saw no trace of panty line actually, I was wet But inside I was quite sure she was I turned away quickly and continued down the hallway, but as I did, I felt my hips sway slightly more than usual Andy loved me in return; anything I asked for he provided but smiled wickedly, having felt the soft kiss I’d given her she added: “And Leasa, I’d like you to get to know me better too I often felt embarrassed, just after our eyes would meet in their mutual gaze, and would look away, or avert my eyes to the floor I had to look I shook my head, no I had also served in both as homecoming queen “You know Leasa, we really need to get to know each other better, don’t you think?” I just looked at her somewhat speechless As I stared it became obvious what dessert she had in mind I quickly finished and started to leave I noticed that as she spoke to her subordinates in the conference room her eyes kept coming back to me at the copier outside When Vanessa saw me turn and look back, giving away my interest, she began laughing quietly, her shoulders jiggling “You would like to get to know me better, wouldn’t you, Leasa?” “Yes,” I whispered, barely audible in the heavy silence of the office room Then she reached down and stroked my hair saying: “I mean I’d like to get to know you better, darling She was wearing her boots and light brown stretch pants I probably would never have thought a thing about it except when our eyes met “You and I should dine together, my sweet, would you like that?” I nodded “Fine,” she said As I did, I looked toward the meeting room once more and saw her again looking me over, this time with a slight smile playing on her lips In the days that followed, I found myself thinking about Vanessa Johnson more often than I wanted to ” Her fingers tilted my chin and brought my eyes back up to hers ***** I realize this is a short start Her short hair (it was cut close-cropped, like a man’s), her large brown eyes, and the clothing she wore I was very white; Vanessa was coal black I have loved men all my life As I’d hold them up in front of the mirror, I’d wonder how Vanessa would react to me wearing this or that I was 23; Vanessa was 33 In a way, I hated myself for it But then felt her fingers turn my chin back to her and tilt my head upwards, commanding me to look into the face that so captivated me ***** As time passed, I began to find all kinds of reasons to be down near Vanessa’s office doing chores my lips to hers Understood?” Without turning around to look back, I nodded In high school, I laughed about girls who were ‘lezzies’ My hands came up, pushing slightly at her thighs, to dislodge my face from her mound Her pubis now inches from my face ” Then I added as if in a trance, “Much better So then, why was my this damn body of mine betraying me and responding so wantonly to her? I’d close my eyes and see her beautiful, black face We’d passed in the hall, and in front of a co-worker whom she was walking with, she gave me her usual once-over and said, “Leasa, you look lovely as usual today I stood 5’7”; Vanessa was nearly 6’1” She was holding a meeting in a glass encased conference room across the way Then I’d look away quickly, not wanting her to see me glancing in her door, hoping for even a quick look at the object of my desire I was slender but busty; Vanessa was slender but wiry, well muscled I must have appeared like a juvenile with a silly schoolgirl crush, obviously hanging around her office looking for attention Well Amazing, how she could carry on the meeting, while exchanging these looks with me at the copier outside I stood—on shaky legs—took one of her business cards from the desk, and wrote my cell number on the back of it The most important thing for you to understand before telling you of the following incidents is—I am straight I lay in bed wondering, perhaps hoping, “Is Vanessa lying in her bed now, thinking of me like I am of her?” I would then close my eyes and drift off, with the bed slowly rocking, as my fingers attempted to quell the fires between my thighs that images of this black goddess had stoked Johnson Very wet, I’m ashamed to say Then left Gently cradling my head with her one hand, she hugged it to the front of her thigh I’d been married a year at the time, to a wonderful young man whom I was in love with It was obscene and almost crude now—yet, I let her continue, burying my face into her most intimate crevice ” “Th- Thank you, Ms Would it show off my legs The title “Class Beauty” was mine in both High school and college She grinned down at me Whenever we passed in the hall, her eyes would lock on mine I felt embarrassed, young and naive “Do you find me attractive, Leasa?” I could feel the heat from her prominent mound radiating on my face Vanessa released her gentle control of me “Dessert will have to wait until we finish dinner, sweetheart,” she said, huskily, “Are you that hungry?” “For you, yes,” I whispered In short, I began thinking of Vanessa Johnson day-in and day-out Then she nudged it an inch more and I found my nose being nuzzled into her crotch With her hands on her hips she looked down at me, like a conquering, black tribal queen ” A moment passed like an eternity But my thoughts about Vanessa Johnson would not go away I wasn’t lesbian! I knew that for sure Terribly, terribly sexy Then Vanessa Johnson came into my life as I began work at a firm in Silicon Valley Johnson,” was all I could squeak out But Vanessa did just that I only held my husband off for so long due to wanting to be sure he was the one, not from disinterest As our eyes would meet, she’d let hers drop, looking me over in a very deliberate and obvious way When I did, sure enough, she was looking out of the glass room, her back to the other employees, watching me depart down the hallway I wanted her—badly! Finally, one day while outside her office pretending to be working, I heard the call: “Leasa, darling, could you come in here, please?” Adrenalin shot through my veins! I walked into Vanessa’s office and slowly sat down in a chair sitting directly in front of her desk When I went to the ladies room later that day, I was surprised to find my panty hose very moist please vote But even as I did so, my lips pursed in a slight kiss now I found myself having deeply lesbian feelings for this ebony goddess who dominated my every thought with Vanessa’s thighs splayed barely two feet in front of my face She must have noticed I have never even thought—much less fantasized—about a relationship with another woman I was just a coordinator; Vanessa was a VP “Yes, Ms Her ass was prominent and well muscled, I’m sure she must have been an athlete at one time Feeling dizzy and faint from the excitement of what she was doing to me, I still feared someone might walk in on us This occurred not once but several times as I found myself looking back over at her, frankly curious, wondering, “Could this really be happening? Is this really what I think it is? Am I misunderstanding this woman’s stare?” As I continued to copy the papers, I found my hands trembling slightly With my husband snoring, I found myself using my fingers to relieve these feelings growing in me for another woman I had first noticed her one day while making copies on a hallway copier Can you guess what it is?” she said smiling wide now ” then obscenely spreading her thighs in my face Her legs were very, very long; very slender; and, yet, very well toned, with highly defined muscle I didn’t know what to think about my reaction to this woman, so I did what I have always done about things I don’t understand—better still, things I don’t want to understand: I just blocked it out and refused to think about it Our look, even in passing down the hallway, was always deep He had pursued me for a number of years, and finally I consented to marry him after he had asked for the third time ” “Yes what, Leasa?” “Yes,” I paused, my eyes looking again to her vaginal lips, profiled prominently through the crotch of her stretch pants, “Yes “And I have a special dessert in mind for you, sweetheart Feelings that frightened me I had no idea why at that point, only that this woman was having some strange effect on me would she look She thrust her hips slightly forward burying my face fully into her mons I was 23 at the time I would like to get to know you better My voice had left me My looks had always gotten me attention—from men I fantasized what it might be like to kiss her full thick lips, to lick them, and to slip my tongue between them After I proceeded down the hall, against my better judgment, I turned to look, yet again—I just wanted to see if she was still looking I wafted the thick, sensual aroma of her womaness Vanessa had me still trembling for her long after the casual encounter had taken place “Yes “You are very beautiful too, Leasa,” she said huskily as she maneuvered my face closer to her thinly veiled pussy |
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