Lauren’s Story · Part 1

Lauren’s Story · Part 1 (1/2)
Next

Chapter One

California

We met while I was at a Medical Conference in Atlanta several years ago. I saw him across a crowded meeting room; a light skinned black man that had the looks of a movie star. He was a tall and well built. I could tell from his posture and mannerisms that he must be the man that I had heard a few other ladies talking about in the bathroom.

It was not long before I made my way over to him. I introduced myself. "Hi, my name is Lauren." He smiled. "I work for the American Heart Association. Have we met before?" Okay, I knew that was an old pick up line but I really had the feeling I knew him. "No, I do not believe we have. My name is Ronald Rushton. I work for Stanford Medical Center in California." I looked at his name tag and it said, "Dr. R. Rushton."

After our introductions, I found out he was there as the speaker for the night. I looked in my brochure after he walked away and I saw his picture and read his bio. He was an AIDS research expert with years of experience. He had written several medical textbooks being used by some of the best professors in the country. He had received a lot of his education in Europe. The speech was captivating. I never lost interest once. After the lecture and meeting was over he walked up to me and another lady I was talking to and joined in our conversation. That night we ended up talking for hours. By midnight and several drinks later we divulged more into our personal lives.

He was married to a women five years his senior whom he met while in Europe, that from all accounts only loved his money, but could take or leave him. I was in a marriage in which I was miserable. Married to an attorney afforded me a lot of things. In fact everything a person could ask for, that is except the physical needs a women at my age needed. My husband, ten years my senior viewed me as a trophy wife. I knew our marriage had potential but he had become so self involved that I was left neglected. I had grown tired of it and was contemplating a divorce. I found it so easy to talk to Ronald. His eyes lit up and even sparkled when he spoke. His teeth we perfect and when he smiled I could tell he had a warmth to him that I had not seen in a while. At the end of the night we exchanged work numbers and email addresses.

After returning home, I found things to be the same. I knew something had to give. Over the course of the next few months Ronald and I kept an email friendship up. Everyday we exchanged long emails. Finally after I felt I could not take my home life anymore, I put in a request for leave to my employer for eight weeks. I emailed Ronald to tell him I was going to fly to St. Croix for a couple of weeks and I would talk to him when I got home. It had only been five minutes since hitting the send button before my phone rang. It was Ronald. "Lauren." he said. "It is Ron.

I hope you do not have your mind set on St Croix, because I have another offer for you." I perked up a little and asked "Oh really, like what"? He proceeded to tell me that he owned a little condo type beach home in California that is about an hour away from where he works and he would not mind at all is I came out there and stayed for a while. He said it would be very private and that way I could do some deep soul searching. "No strings attached at all." he added. I thought for about three minutes and said, " YES, I would love it."

Once in California, Ronald met me at the airport and drove me to the beach house. I was surprised at the simple beauty of the little cottage style home. His wife, he explained had taken their daughter and her mother to Europe for the summer so there would not be any interruptions or explanations needed. "She does not care for the beach too much," Ronald said. "She only bought it, I think to drain my pocket book and so she would be able to say she owns a beach home." He laughed out loud at his comments and those beautiful teeth shined. Once my bags were unloaded he said his good- byes and told me he would come by after work on Monday to check on me to see if I needed anything.

"Ronald, wait a minute." I said as he was turning to leave. I walked over to him and hugged him. "Thank you, friend. This means a lot to me." He held on to me for a few seconds and for some very strange, reason I felt slightly excited by his touch. "STOP IT." I thought to myself. That is not what I came out here for. He released his hold of me and grinned and said "See you in a couple of days."

I was lying in bed that night trying to go to sleep, thinking about Ronald and the emotion I had for him when he hugged me. It was odd for me to feel this way. I had not thought of Ronald as anything other than a friend up to that point not to mention that with me being from the south and having been raised in the utmost southern way, the idea of white and black races being attracted to each other was too far off my beaten path.

Chapter Two

Dinner Guest

Monday arrived faster than I thought. Sunday had been a blur of unpacking and organizing things and of course a little R and R on the beach. Ronald had stated he would be by after work so that left me wondering if he would be here before or after dinner. I decided to be on the safe side I would cook extra. I chose grilled shrimp, potatoes au gratin and asparagus for the menu. I was just about to finish a bottle of blush zinfandel when I heard his voice. "Hello!" he yelled. "Come around to the patio." I yelled back. He came through the gate and flashed that beautiful smile. Be still my restless heart I thought to myself. He was wearing navy colored gym shorts and a white muscle shirt.

He obviously worked out before he stopped by. "Hey you" he said. "Hi." I replied. "I cooked enough for an army if you would like to stay and eat." "Are you kidding." he said. "With my wife gone for the next month or so, I will take any offer you feel free to make." I blushed at the bold statement he made and he noticed. "Oh Lauren, I am sorry, I did not mean that the way it sounded. I just meant that I would not turn down any home cooked meals."

I laughed and shook my head and finished taking the shrimp off the grill. The music from the house was playing loud enough to vaguely hear it outside. He kept looking at me with this look I had not seen from him before. He told me I looked pretty and that red was a good color for me. I had a red sundress on. I looked him over without noticing I was doing so and said, "You look really good to me too." Oh bother, did that not sound desperate or what? As I brushed past him he grabbed my hand and asked me if I would like to dance. I nodded yes. As we were dancing he pulled me closer to him. I did not resist. I could feel the muscles in his arm as he held me.

He leaned back and looked at me and said, "Lauren, you are a beautiful women. I am not sure why but you are affecting me in a way that I cannot explain." I looked down as not to make eye contact until I could think of the right response to that comment. He grabbed my chin and tried to kiss me. I pushed away and walked into the house. Oh my god what am I doing. I wanted him too. But this was not what I needed right now. What am I suppose to do I asked myself. I heard him come up behind me and touch my waist. "I am sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I will not try again." I looked up at him and as if I did not have any control over my action reached out and put my arms around him. "Hold me Ronald." I whispered, " I am not sorry you tried." He pulled me closer, so close that I could feel the effects of his excitement through his shorts as he pressed his pelvis against my stomach.

We began dancing slowly across the room until I had reached the back of the wall in the living room. He gently pushed me back against the wall, leaned down and began to kiss my neck. I had ever been intimate with a black man. He knew exactly how to touch me. His touch was unreal and I knew from that moment what was going to happen. He was on one knee now as he kissed my stomach. My heart was pounding in my throat. What am I doing? He rubbed my legs softly, his tongue softly licking circles around my belly button. I began to move my hips in a way that let him know I approved. I wanted him.

He reached under my dress and removed my panties. I sighed slightly as his hands moved down my thighs. Still on one knee, he lifted my left leg and placed it over his shoulder. Slowly and deliberately his tongue made its way to my wanting and waiting pussy. I was already wet from the anticipation of what he was doing. He began licking my clit. "Oh god, Ronald.".. I whispered. I could hear him utter, "Do you like that." "Oh yes,,, I love it." I replied. My hips moved in the rhythm of his tongue. My cunt was swelling and I could feel the pressure as his tongue pressed harder against it. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and moaned louder.

"Don't stop…oh god… oh god….yes…. ohhhh,." I could not help what was coming out of my mouth. He then slid two fingers inside me as his tongue massaged my clit. It was almost more that I could stand. "Oh shiiiiit, Ronald, YESSS… FASTER…please…please…oh yes!!!"

He was licking me like you would an ice-cream cone as his fingers jabbed in and out of me faster and faster. My juices were flowing freely and were beginning to run down my leg. He stopped from time to time and licked it off my leg. "God Lauren you taste good…damn baby, you taste soooo good." He leaned back slightly and I caught a glimpse of his cock. It was HUGE. I had never seen a black cock before and to be honest I thought the size of black cock was over dramatized but I knew differently now. I was breathing heavier and heavier and I could tell I was about to cum. I did not want to cum this way. I wanted to cum with him inside of me. I pushed his head away, and in a desperate voice told him, "I want you to fuck me, Ronald. I want you now."

With that he stood up and all in one motion lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around his waist as he pushed me down onto his erect cock. It would not go all the way in at first. "Oh baby, you are so tight," Ronald whispered to me. I could feel the head of his huge cock entering me. He was pushing me slightly against the wall as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me. I used my legs to lift myself up and down on his huge member and with each downward stroke I eased him further inside of me. He was so strong and he used his strength to lift my 118-pound frame as if I was a small child. You could hear the sound of my fluid as his dick pumped in and out of my pussy.

Our rhythm was perfect. He began fucking me harder and faster and with each stroke I moaned louder. He was big. A little too big for me and it hurt when he pulled me down hard. The base of it was rubbing against my clit, which was driving me insane with ecstasy. I glanced up at his eyes and I could tell he was enjoying this as much as I. "Oh yeah Lauren that's it baby." he said as I began to move faster, my breast bouncing up and down as I moved. His hands gripped my hips so hard as he slammed himself into me that I was sure I was going to have bruises. Oh god…ummmm……ummmm…..yesss I felt a warm sensation come over me and I knew I was close to cumming.

"That's it, Lauren…cum for me…cum for me…yea baby do it" he said. I began to breath heavier and heavier the closer I got. Ahh ahh ahh…oh yessss Ronald FUCK ME I screamed… just then my cunt began to spasm and my whole body went in to an orgasmic convulsion. "I am cummming. Oh god yesssssss." My legs tighten around his waist trying to slow him but he didn't. The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and for a brief moment it felt as though I as going to explode. OHHH GODDDDD!!!!!!! Just as the wave began to pass I could feel his movement quicken and his breathing got faster. "OH SHIIIITTTT!!!!!" I heard him say through clenched teeth. He was cumming….

I moved up and down as his hands guided my hips. He was ramming it all the way in. God it hurt. I whispered to him, "yea baby, come on…oh yea……………god you feel sooooo good…………don't stop." I could feel his hot wad of cum as it shot out into me. His body jerked and his movement slowed. His body began to relax, as did his grip on my hips. After he came he pulled me close to him, kissed me and helped me off of him. He smiled at me and said "You are wonderful, Lauren." "You are too" I replied, almost embarrassed. He kissed me softly and asked if he could shower.

After we both had showered we devoured the dinner I had cooked. We lay in the hammock out back afterwards sipping wine talking about some of our sexual preferences. I told him that I was very submissive by nature sexually and that I enjoyed being made or told what to do. I shared with him that I loved role-playing. This seemed to really turn him on. He told me of some of his secret desires, which intrigued me as well. One of our fantasies that we both had was role-playing the "intruder" scenario. Something we both had never done but wanted to. We began discussing what had previously transpired between us.

I reminded him that we were both married and that we had to be very discrete about it. "Lauren, I do not know how you feel about it, but I do not want this to be a one night stand." I would like for us to be together again. I grinned and kissed his forehead and told him we would just have to see about it. He slapped me on the ass and got up. " I have to go, I have to be at the hospital at 7 am." I told him I understood that I had to get to bed soon to because I had a big day planned for tomorrow on the beach drinking wine coolers all day. He laughed a big laugh. I walked over to him and hugged him tight and told him I enjoyed our night.

As he was walking out the door, he stopped and looked at me and said "you are so amazing, Lauren… you really are." and he turned and left. Wow, he thinks I am amazing. It had been a long time since anyone thought I was amazing. I went to bed that night thinking about those words. It was not long before I drifted off into a deep sleep.

Chapter Three

Fresh Air

The super market that was just one block away always offered the best selection in fresh fruit. Everything from papayas to mangos to granny smith apples to the most beautiful cherries you have ever seen. In the two and a half weeks that I had now been living in Ron's beach home I had gotten use to the sort walk every morning. It gave me a chance to meet a few of my neighbors, which lived down the beach a bit. Since the first sexual encounter, Ronald and I had since been together several times. I was getting use to him coming over in the afternoons after work but I worried that the routine may become habit and you know what they say about habits… they are hard to break.

On my way back from the grocery and my morning walk I noticed from a distance Ronald's car sitting in the front of the house. When I walked up the steps to go inside I saw him sitting on the front porch swing. "Hey babe, why are you not at work today." I asked. "Where have you been Lauren!" he replied. I was a little taken back by his forwardness. " I walked to the store just like I do every morning…why?" He stood up and took the sack from my hands and walked inside without saying anything. I followed behind. "What's wrong Ronald"? "Nothing." he said, "I was surprised when you were not here and it scared me.

Anyway, I took the day off and wanted to know if you wanted to spend it together." I said, "Sure, what do you have in mind"? "A drive up the coast.." he replied, "but before we leave, Lauren I have a request." "Okay." I said. "When ever I am around I want you to wear a skirt or loose legged shorts without any panties on. I never want to walk in this house and find you with any on. "God Ronald, that is a bold request" I shot back, "Any reasoning in your bizarre request"? He looked me dead in the eye without a smile and said "I want to have immediate access whenever I want it, so please do as I asked." I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed for a second thinking about what he said. I get it!

He is playing into my sexual fantasy of being controlled, that's it. Whew, I thought he was going off the deep end. When I came out of the bedroom I was wearing a thin light cotton mini skirt and spaghetti strapped white shirt (no panties). He smiled and asked me if I was ready to go. "Whenever you are."

Lauren’s Story · Part 1 (1/2)
Next