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Once I was off the train I called India to get further directions. It was now pouring out and I didn't want to risk getting my phone wet. I didn't have an umbrella with me, and my hoodie wouldn't be able to cover my phone if it wasn't in my pocket. She directed me to the liquor store a block away and was excited when she heard me speak Spanish to the man behind the thick, bulletproof glass.
“Oh! U know how to talk Spanish? I like that. I tried to learn it, but I'm too stubborn”, she said and laughed.
After a bit of laughing I responded, “I can hold a conversation, but barely. I'm nowhere near fluent”.
“You're Spanish, if you want to learn it you can pick it up quickly”, she said. I paid for the small bottle, and walked out of the store. I could hear the excitement in her voice as she continued to guide me to her apartment
As I walked back towards the train station a smorgasbord of aromas blessed my nostrils. The bulk of the stores in the area were Spanish restaurants and each of them smelled amazing as I walked past them. The one chain pizza store that I walked past was vacant and seemed out of place in the sea of Spanish restaurants.
“Well, if you ever want Spanish food you have plenty of options”, I said sarcastically. “Yeah”, she laughed. “That's all there is out here”, she continued. “There's only one pizza place and a McDonald's over here. The rest is just one option in many forms.” “True”, I responded while holding the “u” sound.
India laughed and asked where I was at currently. I told her that I was about a block away from the one McDonald's and that my clothes and sneakers were soaked. “It's a good thing you brought a change of clothes. If not you'd just have to stay naked in my room all night”, she said and laughed.
I couldn't help but laugh at the statement.
I stopped in the store and grabbed her something to mix the vodka with. She was shocked and expressed her appreciation. I climbed the hill and remembered that most of that part of New York was hills. She laughed as I expressed my unappreciation for that area and it's many hills. “Don't worry, I'll make sure you you didn't walk those hills for no reason”, she flirted. Once again I laughed at her wild, flirty ways. She reminded me of her address and told me that I was only one long block away. Nervousness hit me as she finished her sentence. I hadn't seen this woman in years and I was about to be in her apartment with her. Furthermore we were definitely going to be doing some sexual things. “Don't fuck her”, I told myself a few times.
I knew that if India did what she said she would, I would want to please her back. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, but I didn't know enough about this woman and what she currently had going on sexually. I knew that I probably shouldn't be there, but my curiosity had me just a few buildings away on this rainy night. It was comforting that she didn't hesitate to answer all of the things I asked when we were texting the days before. However, her answers weren't all to my liking and I wasn't sure how much I could trust her just yet. For these and other reasons I needed to fight my instincts and make sure that my conversation and my sexual interactions with her were limited. I wanted to see if she would really give me head as soon as possible, and if she would let me film it as she said she would via text the day before. As my mind continued to wander she brought me back to reality with a question. “Did you pass by the sad excuse for a playground yet?”
Before I could ask why she called it that I walked past the small, vacant “park”, which had appeared new but had very few things for children to play in/on. I was just two buildings away now. It was too late to turn back. Or was it? “You might want to hurry up, cuz I'm lookin’ good. I mean not to toot my own horn but I look like Tina Turner before she got beat”, she said and laughed. I laughed out of pure confusion. What the fuck? Who makes that kind of reference? Certainly not a thirty four year old black woman. My laughter ceased as the numbers of India’s building flashed before my eyes.
As I walked into her building lobby I was reminded of an almost identical lobby where a woman I dealt with in 2012 lived. She guided me to the elevator and told me she'd leave the door open upstairs for me. Once inside I realized that too was nearly identical (the elevator). I searched my memory to see if it was possible that I was in the same building. Then I remembered that the woman I was reflecting on lived near a different train, in a different section of the Bronx. Damn, 2012, I thought to myself. “I hope tonight doesn't end how that one did”, I whispered to myself as the elevator door closed. She lived on a floor that I could have taken the steps to.
I couldn't help but wonder why she didn’t tell me to take the steps. Was it because she didn't want me to be sweaty? If so, would that really matter? I was standing and working for the entire eight hours I was at work. I had a change of clothes, but it wouldn't change the fact that I'd had a physical day and then had to walk in the pouring rain. It was of little importance. As I walked out of the elevator and scanned the hall a short, brown skin woman with long, straight black hair met eyes with me. She wasn't who I'd come to visit, but she was sexy. We smiled at one another and then she went back into her apartment.
I found the door that was cracked open and double checked the apartment number before walking in. “Hola”, - hello in Spanish - I said as walked in. She wasn't in sight, but what I did see immediately was a large mattress on the floor of what I could only assume was the living room. The large mattress had sheets on it, but the bed wasn't done. It was adjacent to a medium sized flat screen TV with a few video game systems just inches from the TV. As I peered around the dim apartment my optical observers took note of an entrance to another room on the other side of the mattress. I saw that the light was on and turned to head towards the room. Then from my far left I heard her greeting. “Hey!”, she exclaimed and before I turned to see her I could already tell that she was smiling.
When I turned India was standing at the doorway near the end of a long hallway. She was wearing a fitted black dress that hugged her slim, dark chocolate body. She was wearing a black wig with red highlights. I noticed it instantly because I am not a fan of wigs unless they are being used for roleplay or something of that nature. The black dress stopped mid-thigh and left a lot of leg showing. However, that view was cut short by a pair of dark gray boots. Her breasts were hard to ignore since they were already large and she had a nice amount of cleavage showing. She walked towards me, all of her teeth showing as she smiled and opened her arms to hug me. We hugged and the huge smile returned to her face.
“I can't believe you're here”, she said with giddiness in her voice. That makes two of us I thought. I held my tongue and reminded myself that I needed to tread softly. “You weren't lying, you're pretty wet”, she said.
“Yeah, it's raining pretty hard out there”, I replied.
“Don't worry, go in here and change and then I'll make sure you are comfortable”, she said as she pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hallway she was originally standing in. We walked toward the bathroom together, passing by her bedroom. As I peered nosily around the apartment I could see the enormous smile on her face with my peripheral vision. “Do your thing baby, I'll be in here when you're done”, she said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
I walked into the bathroom, instantly noticing two things. The first was that the bathroom was pink and white and had been done recently. The second thing I noticed right away was that the bathtub was set for a bubble bath, had a few kids toys already in it, and there were no curtains at all. No curtain lining, no colorful or pattern filled curtain like other women's bathrooms. On the top of the empty curtain pole hung three washrags - one for each person in the apartment. There was a mop nearby and a large mat by the tub. Why didn't she have curtains? Was there a method to the madness? Did they all prefer baths over showers?
I ignored the things that I found odd and quickly changed out of the wet work attire. While changing into a pair of jogger sweatpants and a t-shirt I noticed that one of my socks was wet. I was a little bit surprised and worried that they'd make the dry sneakers funky. Plus no one likes having a wet sock on. Although the sock was damp not soaked, I figured if things went well maybe I could just ask her for another pair of socks. I doubt she'd mind, in my experience women usually have an abundance of underclothes. Once I was changed I exited the bathroom, holding my wet work sneakers in one hand and sweater and backpack in the other. I entered her bedroom but she wasn't there. Unsure where to place my things I scanned the room for a place to put each item. Once again I took note that the apartment wasn't in top condition.
It was odd to see that her place wasn't in order. On one hand it wasn't tarnished or abysmal. Yet on the other hand she invited me over early yesterday morning. She knew I was coming over and had ample time to prepare for that. I've had situations where I had no plans of having company over and my apartment was a wreck. Then I brought that person back to the apartment for a session. However, I'd excuse myself on those nights and tidy up as soon as we entered the apartment. Or on the rare occasions that things became sexual before I could clean, I'd clean afterwards. It was a bit confusing to me that her apartment was in this condition. First impressions were seldom forgotten and she had many firsts planned for this evening. One would think that someone with grand, sexual plans would prepare better. I wasn't exactly going to walk out, but it was definitely noteworthy.
She walked back in the room, plopped down beside me on her large bed. The soft comforter only a few shades from her complexion. She quickly gave me a rundown of what the night would entail. “Okay, so I already prepped a bubble bath for my daughter. She's going to be in there for at least half an hour. So we have that time to ourselves, my son isn't here. After thirty minutes or so I'll take her out the tub, start dinner and come back to entertain you while the food cooks.”
“Wow, you really do have everything planned out”, I said.
“Yep. I told Tyson you'll be here, but he's out and won't be home until much later. He usually comes home around dinner time. The rain may change that but it shouldn't affect us”, India said smiling.
I could see the excitement pulsing through her. She was damn near giddy as she cracked open the small bottle of vodka I'd purchased for her. I was shocked that she told her son - my ex-student - that I was going to be in their apartment. I couldn't help but inquire about it, although it was only to end my curiosity. Truth be told, I don't care what she told her son, that's their business not mine
“I mean, you were kind of his teacher and a mentor. He may never say it to you, but he's often said to me that you changed his perspective on a lot of things. He looks up to you a great deal.”, she said. She threw her arm around me and continued, “I owe you, seriously. You saved my son from a lot of trouble. He wasn't going to be some wild thug, but he avoided a lot of drama and nonsense because he was with you so often. That's another reason why I didn't approach you with things sooner.”
“What do you mean?”, I asked.
“I mean, you were taking him on trips and I was glad you were. At the same time, I was ready to pounce right on you. I didn't want to cause any issues though”, she explained. “Oh, I got you. He may have been upset then”, I agreed.
“Word. Not only that, but you were so professional and cool. You also had such a great reputation. I never heard anything about you mistreating the students, never heard about you sleeping with any of the parents or staff. I didn't want to ruin that. Even though I mind my business, if word got around about us that could have tainted your name and I didn't want that. You were always about the kids and not the drama. The last thing I wanted to do is mess that up. So I waited, and I held back every time I was going to invite you over, or when you came by to ask if he could go on a trip but he wasn't home and I was basically naked and you didn't know.”, she said with a grin on her face.
I was oblivious to most of these things. I had definitely slept with parents and staff members. Yet hearing that from India made me want to pat myself on the back for a job well done. I just kept my mouth shut, - for the most part - and tried to keep my business private. It was humbling and flattering to hear her say those things. I couldn't help but smile and thank her.
“No, thank you”, she said with loads of enthusiasm. I smiled and before I could respond she placed her hand on my right knee and said that she was going to place her daughter in the bathtub. She asked if I would like a beverage when she returned, but I declined
Once her daughter was in the tub she returned and sat closer to me, pushing me slightly. My left butt cheek was just inches from the edge of the bed, and she was inches from me. Ninety percent of the bed was empty to the right of us. Clearly she wanted to be up close and personal. She took a swig of the vodka and a few sips of the lemon-lime soda I'd purchased for her. I scooted back hoping to balance myself and when I looked up she was turning towards me.
“Feel better now?”, I asked.
“Yeah, I needed a little of that. I be stressed sometimes. I'm good now though” she replied.
“Good, glad I could be of service”, I said jokingly.
“You always are”, she said and smiled.
After a moment of silence I teased, “See, I told you I'd make it easy for you”, I said while pointing to my sweats and referring to a text from yesterday. In the text I told her I'd wear sweats and a T shirt so she'd have easy access when she was ready to put her mouth on me. She pressed her lips together, looked at me and said, “You sure did”. Then she placed her hand on my leg, looked at my waist and then my eyes. I smiled and she pointed out that my joggers weren't tied.
“Nope”, I replied immediately.
She pulled my joggers down just a bit and got a sneak peek at my freshly shaved area. “Oh, you weren't lying about that fresh shave”, she said with excitement in her tone. We smiled at each other and then India pulled my pants down a bit. “I hope you don't mind”, she said softly.“I like to see what I'm working with”,she continued.
“Nah, go for it”, I replied with a smile.
She pulled the waist part of my pants and boxers as low as she could without removing my pants at all and slid her hand down towards my balls. “Smooth as a baby's bottom”, she said and kept caressing. “I'm a balls woman. I like a nice set of balls.
Especially when they are smooth like this”, she said while raising my balls up slightly. If I could high five myself at that moment I would have, because I shaved randomly before she had even invited me over. She kissed on my right and then what she could reach of my left.
“I need a better look”, she hinted.
“I got you”, I replied while moving my pants down.
Once they were off my ass she tried to dive back in, but I halted her for a second to give her more access. Just then I remembered my damp sock and wondered if I should speak to her about it before removing my sneakers and pants. However, India had other plans and little patience.
She began kissing and sucking my balls gently. The first few kisses were placed as she gazed up at me. Once the soft sucking and the tingles began to hit me, her eyes were closed and she was focused. She sucked on the balls and kissed my inner thighs. Her lips pressing softly against my skin, each of my balls were graced by her lips and then the rest of her wet mouth. Soon she started sucking harder, giving my balls a slight tug as she pulled them in with her mouth. She was enjoying herself, I found it very intriguing. After a few minutes she must have realized that she was ignoring my cock, because she opened her eyes, glanced at it and began to slowly caress it. Finally, I nearly said out loud.
“Are you okay?”, she asked while laying on my lap, looking up at me and slowly caressing my cock.
“I'm good. You were enjoying yourself and I've been enjoying the show”, I replied. “I definitely was”, she said and slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth and onto my shaft. After licking my limp cock a few times she pulled my foreskin back and began to slide her wet tongue around the mushroom. The warmth and wetness of her tongue felt good as it glided around my head.
Just a second”, I said as I lightly tapped her back. Then I pushed my pants down to my ankles. I moved forward to get up and remove them but India was too impatient. She nudged me towards her bed and smiled at me. All I could do was laugh. My laugh was cut short as she sucked hard on my helmet.
“Mmm”, I heard and realized my mouth had reacted to the pleasure of her tongue. It swirled around my tip like a figure skater. Gracefully moving and showing the judges what skills she had. Then India placed her tongue back inside of her mouth, looked up at me and smiled while holding my semi-hard cock.
With a huge grin on her face she asked arrogantly, “So you like that huh?” All I could do was smile back at her. I had already given her more satisfaction than I'd intended to. She smiled again and planted several soft kisses on my tip before sliding her tongue back out. After some minor teasing she started sucking my now erect cock.
I was laying on India’s bed, watching her head move up and down over and over. The slurping and sucking sounds were louder than the music playing from her phone. It was a nice mix of Hip-Hop and R&B. As a person with a very popular bedroom playlist I could appreciate what she had put together. However that was secondary to the tunes coming from below my waist. It was beautiful music, a symphony of slurping, sucking and her moaning into my hard dick. Suddenly her smooth rhythm stopped and I sat up to investigate just in time. Just as I rose halfway I saw her open her mouth wider and take every inch of my wet, hard, dick into her mouth. Her lips touching the beginning of my sack and the base of my cock had disappeared. I bit my bottom lip as my cock jumped and stiffened.
I closed my eyes and relaxed as she continued to please me. Her pace picked up and she made sure to deep throat every few minutes. Tingly feelings spread through my body as my cock hit the back of her wet throat. As my eyes were closed and I was basking in the moment I was hit with a moment of clarity. The universe had replaced the sexual beast that cut me off with another one just days later. I smiled realizing that this woman was a giver just like I am and she would probably be willing to please me on command if I wanted. I thanked the universe for giving me such a wonderful gift. Her body didn't compete with that of the woman who'd cut me off days before, and the wig thing was a turn off. However, if this was what I could be looking forward to, I wasn't mad about the replacement the universe had blessed with. I hadn't kissed this woman, teased her, caressed any parts of her body, and she was pleasing me with great focus.
India was determined, she was in the zone, she had a goal in mind and was striving to reach it. I had been in her position many times before. You see the red line, the end of the race, the finish line. Your vision narrows and it consumes you. Nothing else is relevant, nothing else takes priority, and you don't mind that at all because you are trying to reach a very specific goal. Just as when I eat pussy, I enjoy making the woman release, and I enjoy tasting her sweet cum. I could tell that India felt the same way. She was enjoying this moment and I knew that the same way my dick is solid and yearning to be inside a woman as I'm pleasing them orally, she most likely felt the same way. I could only imagine how wet her pussy was underneath that black dress.
I was enjoying everything that India was doing and I wanted to help her reach the goal she had set for herself. Although it was one of ambition and the absence of knowledge, I appreciated what she was doing and wanted to do my part. If she was yearning for my release then who was I to deny her of it? I reached out to grab her head and fuck her mouth. Then the black and red wig caught my eyes again. I didn’t know how she’d react to me messing with her wig, or it possibly coming off. I hesitated and at that very moment my wet cock was overtaken by her mouth yet again. She had consumed every inch of it and was doing her best to hold her position. Saliva oozed down my cock, engulfing it as pleasure followed and chills rushed my body. “Fuck it”, I whispered.
My hips rose from the bed and pushed my hard dick deeper into her mouth, into her throat. Tension rose as I was unsure how she would react as I simultaneously grabbed her head. Unsure if she would allow what I wanted to do, I caught a flashback of Sade saying, “I’m cool with guys moving their hips and fucking my mouth, but you be trying to choke a bitch”. The last thing I wanted was for India to stop and lose the desire to continue. I was nervous, the thrusts were slow, and my eyes were locked on my hands - and her wig. What would happen if the wig came of ? Was her hair decent underneath? Would I care if it was? A hard suck on my helmet brought my focus back. My motions were slow, but they were steady and there was no hesitance on her part. India was taking it in stride and every part of my body was screaming out for me to fuck her face and fill her mouth with my release
It felt great holding her head, fucking her mouth, and knowing that my release would be reached in a moment or so. At that moment I thought to myself, “Damn, this worked out pretty nicely. Lets see what she does when I come”. Sadly that moment slipped away from me. Slowly it faded. I was holding back, my cravings weren’t being fulfilled and although India was oblivious to that fact, I grew a bit tense and she must have felt it. Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me. Glossy, glimmering eyes, looked up at me and I knew she was trying to investigate what was going on. Every bit of me wanted to release that tension. I wanted to release it deep in her throat and collapse afterwards - even if only for a moment. I released her head from my grip and my hip movements halted, and she began sucking hard and fast. Caught off guard by her actions once again I let out a moan.
We giggled in unison and she slowly stroked my drenched cock as she bit her bottom lip. I knew she was turned on, I knew that pussy was wet, but I hadn’t come here for that. It would be easy to take her dress, slide it up towards her collarbone, suck on her large breasts and play with her pussy until her cum is on my fingers. It would be even easier to skip all of that and switch places with her and eat her pussy until she was quivering and coming all over her sheets. Normally I'd do those types of things in a heartbeat. Yet, I didn’t want anything to do with her pussy or pleasing her. I wanted to see if she would deliver on the things she said, and then if she did I’d consider doing more in the near future. She continued to stroke my cock for a moment. I watched as the light shimmered off of the wet part of her left hand, as it moved up and down at a steady pace. Finally a word was uttered other than that of the music that she had playing. “I should go check on my daughter”, she said as if trying to convince herself. “Yeah, let me go check on my daughter real quick okay baby?”
“Sure”, I replied. “I’ll be here when you get back”
“I hope so, ‘cause I’m not done with you”, she said and smiled.
She rose slowly from the bed, I could tell that a big part of her didn’t want to leave the bedroom. I could tell that she was enjoying herself and genuinely wanted to please me. That realization in itself was a turn on. I got dressed, mentally reset, and before I could think of what I was going to do while I waited, she was back in the room. “Okay, she’s good. I’m all yours now”, she said and smiled. “Are you good? You nervous?”, she asked.
“I’m good. No, I’m not nervous. I was a little worried about how you’d react to me fucking your face, but that’s it. You seemed to have taken it well, but honestly I was holding back”, I responded.
“You don’t have to it doesn't bother me. I'm cool with it”, she said. All I could do was laugh. She was bold and honest, both were a turn on. “Oh yeah, look”, she said as she pulled her dress up towards her stomach. She lifted the dress to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy. “I told you I keep it nice and clean”, she said and reached down for the small bottle of vodka. She sat on the edge of the bed, took a few swigs of the vodka and then the soda, and when she looked up at me she was greeted by a huge smile.
“Yes, that’s what I want. I want to see that sexy smile. I want you to be happy. So come here so I can make you smile.”, she said and tugged at my sweatpants. Nothing needed to be said. My cock had gone limp due to me mentally resetting and trying to see how things would go. I hadn’t expected her to be so vigilant, but I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Once I was in front of her she slid my pants and boxers down to my ankles. She inched closer and began to caress my sack as she sucked softly on my cock. A moment or so later, as my cock began to stretch out I thought about how great this would look on camera. “Oh yeah! Didn’t she say I could film it?”, I silently asked myself.
My phone was on the edge of the bed a few inches away from her. I bent slightly, and she repositioned herself to accommodate me. Once my phone was in my hand I was nervous again. What if she was lying? What if she stopped pleasing me and demanded that I stopped recording? My body jerked forward a bit as she jerked my dick hard and sucked on the tip. Her tongue was back to swirling around, only this time it was doing so as I remained in her mouth. She was multitasking, she was turning me on, and I wasn’t sure what to do. This was the type of moment where I’d normally offer to do sixty-nine with a woman, or push her back and start eating her pussy until she gave me all of her sweet nectar. However, I couldn’t do that and stick to my plan, so I had to choose one. I forgot about the phone, bent over slightly once again and began caressing her ass. She repositioned again, she was focused.
After rubbing on her ass for a moment I stood up straight and once again she shifted her body so she could have full access. Mentally rolling the dice I pulled out my cell phone. I knew there was a chance that it would throw her aloof and end this pleasure session. Yet my curiosity was at its peak. Plus thoughts of pleasing her were still floating around in my head and I needed a distraction. I went to the camera and purposely put the flash on. To pass this test she needed to be aware that I was recording and allow me to continue. I turned my phone sideways - to make sure the footage would take up the whole computer screen if I ended up watching it at a later date - and nervously pressed record. I was so nervous and curious that my dick lost a bit of its firmness. The flash lit her face up, all of my defense systems were up in anticipation of some sort of backlash, and her reaction totally surprised me.
When India realized that I was recording she took her dick sucking to another level. Her pace quickened, she firmly held onto my cock, and she closed her eyes. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw this through the camera's lens. As the show went on I watched, excited and wondering if she would truly allow me to film the entire session. As the flash illuminated her face and she drove her face over and over again into region I watched with great pleasure. Then I heard her words echoing through my head. I could hear her saying that I could fuck her face and I shouldn't hold back. An evil grin spread across my face and once again my hand landed on her head. Slowly I began to thrust into her mouth. She moaned into my cock as she continued to suck. My cock grew even stiffer and jumped in excitement, and I nearly did as well.
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