Like last week, or two weeks ago, when the "Grocery Store" incident happened.  That came totally out of the blue, but now I am having an affair of sorts with the older black gentleman, and loving it!

There is more to the story of the grocery store encounter, because I went back to see the older black man.  I couldn't stop thinking about how he made me feel and how he was gentle but aggressive; and there was just something...can't quite put it into words right now, but he had me.  I couldn't stop thinking about how I felt when I was with those two.  I kept seeing this man's big black uncircumcised dick in dreams and in my thoughts.  It's not really all that simple, but I didn't get to suck his dick that night, and I wanted to - I needed to.  There was something special there, and I just had to go see him; so I did.  The first time was just circumstances that transpired while my husband wasn't there - this time I purposely went there with the intention of sucking his dick.  when I got there, he was very nice and friendly and we had a great conversation.  I liked him.  A lot.  He was funny, intelligent, creative and very sexy to me.  He was polite and smiled when he talked to me.  Very respectful, and I was almost feeling bad about all the thoughts I had about him.  Then he invited me up to his office.

On the way my mind was reeling, and my mouth went dry.  Oh, did I need to tell you that I accepted his invitation?  I didn't think so, I was praying that he would ask me to come to his office, or to the break room, or back to the janitors closet, or the bathroom.  Well, you get the idea - I was HOT for him!

When we got to the office, we sat down and talked for a good twenty minutes or so.  He's the manager of the store, so while we were talking he was taking care of problems that came up and fielding questions and just doing his job - and very good at it, I might add.  I decided I better go, because it seemed he didn't have the same feelings and thoughts that I had, and I was a little embarrassed about it.  I got up to leave, saying that I thought I better get home, and I thanked him for the conversation.  I shook his hand and he smiled.  He was so friendly, I decided to just give him a kiss on the cheek.  After I did he turned his head and looked into my eyes.  He pulled me close and kissed me on the lips.  It felt SOOOOOOO good!  My heart was beating wildly and I forgot to breathe.  He pulled me close, hugging me tightly to him.  He whispered in my ear; "ever since you left I haven't been able to get you off my mind."  I can feel his cock, already hard in his trousers.  I turn my head and kiss his neck; "me either."  He tells me that his fantasies and dreams have all included me, and I look into his eyes and tell him to fulfill them.  He looks and me and shakes his head, then turns a walks to the door.  Unable to clearly read his reaction, I wonder what he's thinking - until he stops and locks the door.  He turned and picked up his phone.  "Sheila, I'm taking my lunch break."  He hesitated for a moment, then looked at me; "give me an hour."  He hung up and come over to where I was.  I've heard that some black men are very aggressive, and I was sure he was going to tell me to get on my knees, and shove his dick in my mouth.  In a way, I wanted him to, but he didn't.  He came over and took me in his arms and kissed me.  I wrapped my arms around him.  His lips were very thick and warm and it felt good to kiss him.  I love to be kissed passionately.  He pulled back and looked at me.  His eyes were piercing, dark and intense.  "I've been dreaming about this."  He kissed my mouth.  "The other night just whet my appetite.  I..."  He kissed me on the cheek.  "...want..."  He kissed me on the neck.  "...to make love to you...."  He whispered in my ear.  His body was hard, his dick was harder, I felt him hug me tightly. "Make love to me, Deke!"  He unbuttoned my blouse.  My hands were on his biceps.  He was still very solid for an older man.  He seemed to take forever with my buttons, but when he got them all undone he opened my shirt and looked at me, like he was doing an inspection.  "Dee, you have a very sexy body."  He took my shirt off and undid my bra clasp.  He kissed my neck and shoulders, then slide my bra straps down over my arms.  I put my hands on his shoulders while he kissed down to the tops of my breasts.  I let my bra fall to the floor when he pushed me back against the wall.  He held me there and kissed my lips.  He kissed his way down my neck, again, and caressed my body while he was doing it.  His hands were rough and somewhat firm, but feeling so good to me as he explored my body.  I just held on as he kissed down the center of my body, barely grazing the soft spot between my breasts as he went lower, and lower - until he reached the waistband of my skirt.  Finally, he reached up and took hold of my breasts.  My eyes closed and my hands covered his as he kneaded my soft flesh.  He was kissing and sucking my belly button.  He ran his hands down to the waist band of my skirt and unbuttoned it.  It fell to the floor.  I didn't have on any panties, and he smiled up at me, then he reached around and took one of my cheeks in each hand and pulled me to him.  He breathed deeply of my scent, and held me there, for a long moment.  He ran his strong black hands down my legs to my ankles, and back up, until he reached my hips.  Chills and heat ran through me all at the same time.  He kissed that spot just above my pussy, where the line of hair that I keep neatly trimmed ends, and I just about lost my balance.  I held onto his shoulders and he kissed all around my pussy.  He was teasing me real good and he knew it.  He lifted me a little and ran his tongue between my legs.  He lifted my left leg and draped it over his shoulder; then I felt his lips on my wet pussy and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.  "Deke...Deke...oh honey" is all I could manage to get out, as his expert tongue worked on my pussy.  He was taking me places and there is nothing I could - or wanted - to do about it.  He slid his thumb into my pussy; as deep as he could get it.  I came hard, whimpering with delight.  He let me down, legs trembling and kissed my pussy.  I jumped a little - it was tender.  He leaned back and looked into my eyes.  Without a word he reached up and ran his thumb over my lips.  I opened my mouth and sucked on his thumb.  "That a girl, suck those juices off."  He then laid me down on the floor and continued his sweet assault on my body.  As he was laying me down, I couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock.  It's big - maybe 9 or so inches, with a thick head, and there is a thick blood vein that runs down the right side that just somehow looks sexy - to me, anyway.  He straddled my waist and leaned over and kissed me.  I could taste myself on his lips and tongue.  It was intoxicating.  I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach...and his balls, those heavy balls.  My arms were around him, pulling him as close as I could...trying to figure out how to get myself out from underneath him, and get him between my legs.  We kissed for a long time, I was so turned on by his scent and his body being on me!  He finally moved down between my legs and took one of my ankles in each hand.  He pulled me toward him, until I was able to reach down and take hold of his cock.  He told me to make myself cum.  I started stroking his cock hard and squeezing it.  He didn't let me do that, he had me rub it on my clitoris until I came.  I begged him to put it inside of me, but he looked at the clock and said he had to go back to work.  He said I would just have to come back.  I couldn't believe he didn't want me to at least suck it - since that's what I had in mind when I came; but I knew that he was just keeping me hungry for more - and that is okay with me.