short, about five feet three inches, African American, dark brown skin. My eyes are my best feature, I think. They’re light brown but they’re kind of big. I wear my hair natural and it’s kind of curly. Nappy curly, I guess,” she coughed and continued. “Ummm. I think that’s it. Sorry, I must sound pretty average to you.”
“You sound beautiful to me,” he said sincerely. He already knew what she looked like. He figured that either she was being modest or she really didn’t know how beautiful she was.
“I’m tall, and since you say that you’re five feet three inches, I’m almost a foot taller than you, and dorky,” he said. She cracked up laughing. “What? I’m serious. I’m six feet, two inches tall, my hair is dark blond, my eyes are dark blue, and I wear a size twelve shoe…which I’ve been told makes up for all dorkiness.” He waited. After a short pause, it dawned on her what he was implying.
“Oh my God, you are nasty!” she said and laughed so hard she made him laugh along with her. “Dark blond hair and dark blue eyes, huh?” He heard the question in her voice.
“I’m white. Does that make a difference?” He held his breath waiting to see if it mattered to her.
“Nooo, not really.” She dragged out the word and he thought he’d lost her. He knew that she was black and it didn’t make a bit of difference to him, sexy was sexy. In fact, the image of how their flesh would look naked, white skin against chocolate-brown, was as enticing as hell, but he didn’t know how she felt about the racial difference and waited to hear what she’d say.
“The whole size twelve shoe thing would make me not care one way or another, even if color were a consideration,” she said and he laughed along with her, relieved.
They spoke a few minutes longer before she yawned and apologized. Josh glanced over at the time on his alarm clock and saw that it was almost eleven o’clock.
“Oh man, I didn’t know it was so late. I’m sorry. I’d better let you go,” he said, strangely reluctant to get off the phone with her, but it was late and he didn’t want to keep her up longer. “Lilliana, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday.”
“I am too, Josh.” He loved how soft her voice was and how shy she sounded one minute and the next would say something hilarious and off the wall, like calling him a nasty ass, he thought and laughed. He didn’t think he’d ever heard someone say that before.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m just looking forward to meeting you…”
“Me too. I’m looking forward to meeting you as well,” she said.
It sounded to him as though she were surprised at how she felt. “And seeing for myself just how spankable that ass really is. See you on Saturday, Lilliana.”
He heard her light gasp as he hung the phone up and he smiled in anticipation. He sank down lower in the bed and allowed his mind to bring up images of her.
He could recall how good she’d smelled, how smooth her skin felt when she’d bumped up against him in the crowded elevator, how lush her breasts had looked as he sneaked a peek down her ample cleavage.
As he thought of her breasts, how big and firm-looking they were, he allowed one of his hands to lay on the bed near the outside of his thigh, while the other went to his crotch and smoothed a hand over the hardening length of his dick.
He wrapped his long fingers around the length, and began to work the engorged shaft in short, smooth movements, his thoughts centered on Lilliana Michaels. With his eyes closed, he imagined how good it would feel if her small hands were stroking him.
His balls felt tight, filled with cum as he thought of what he would like to do with her, to her, if she’d allow him to. How he’d like to feel the tight walls of her channel clamp down on his dick as he ground into her from the back, holding on to her soft curves the whole time.
He’d do her really slow…doggie style, in order to get a good look at her from the rear, fully enjoy the way her ass would jiggle with each thrust of his dick, each slap of his balls…each stinging slap of his open palm against her lushness.
She’d be surprised at first, but she’d like it. He’d make sure of it. With each stroke and retreat of his cock, with each stinging slap to her ass, he’d make sure she liked it. He’d play with her clit, rub her feminine juices up and over her nub while he stroked into her tight, hot snatch.
Damn.
Just thinking of how good it would feel, how snug she’d feel wrapped around him, sent blood rushing to his head. He could feel the orgasm bubbling up with each stroke of his hand up and over the hard length of his erection, the pre-cum on the bulbous tip moistening his palm.
He groaned out loud as his body took over, his mind no longer able to handle the mental stimuli of imagining what it would be like to make love to the woman he was quickly becoming obsessed with.
His body demanded release, until finally, with one final stroke, he let out a long, harsh groan. “Lilliana!” he yelled.
With his heart pounding, eyes closed, palm cupping his semi-erect penis, Josh knew he wouldn’t be able to wait long to make her his own.
No way in hell.
6
Lilliana had awakened the next day with her hands buried in her crotch and realized she needed to go back on the Pill.
That was her waking thought as soon as she’d opened her eyes. After speaking to Josh on the phone Thursday night, coupled with the hot-as-hell dream she’d had where an unknown man had rocked her all night long and she’d woken up playing with herself, she knew she’d better get on the Pill. If Josh looked half as good as he sounded on the phone and as long as it had been since she’d gotten some…she just might be tempted to let him do what he insinuated he wanted to do to her.
Now, approaching their designated meeting spot outside of the Children’s Museum—it didn’t get more public than that—she allowed the nerves she’d been feeling since their phone call to take over. The day after their communication, she’d debated telling Lee about it, but had decided to wait. She was nervous enough as it was. She didn’t need him teasing her, adding fuel to the flames of her nervousness.
They’d agreed to arrive at the Pier at lunchtime, but she had to rely on public transportation to get her there. Lilliana didn’t want to take any chances and miss her connection so she’d arrived an hour before their designated time. She’d used the time to walk around.
Couples strolled around the large, popular attraction walking hand in hand, families, teenagers…it was an eclectic blend of Chicago natives as well as tourists.
She sat down at the bench and instantly started scanning the crowd after she glanced at her watch. Her eyes came in contact with a man as he sat with a small package in his hand and she glanced away after a heartbeat.
He looked familiar, she thought, and her gaze went back over him, from top to bottom. When he turned around and looked at her directly with his dark blue eyes, she knew it was him. He hadn’t even begun to do himself justice when he’d told her what he looked like.
He was tall, she could tell, even though he was sitting down. His face was carefully
