Down With The Swirl (Part 1)
Down With The Swirl
by jzzr
I'd been doing office temp work at this place in the city for a few months. Finally it was my last day. I wasn't so much excited because it was a bad place, but because of the promise I'd made myself. See, I don't think it's a good idea to hit on or date girls you work with. But there was this one black girl who kept smiling at me whenever I brought the mail around, or whatever other reason I had for passing by.
Her skin was a rich deep brown with reddish undertones. She always dressed pretty casually (it was that kind of office), and her t-shirts and pants weren't obscene, but certainly tight enough to show that she had a pretty killer body. I was guessing on sight she was a DD-cup, and there was no missing her high, tight ass. But she also had quite a pretty face, and her lips broke wide into a lovely smile when she saw me coming.
"It's been so great having you here," she smiled and looked sad at the same time on my last day. "Why do you have to go?" I shrugged, "Temp agency wants to send me somewhere else. The other place is paying more, so it works out better for them and me." She frowned a little. "It won't be as cool as this place I bet, for one reason." I said. She looked up. "What's that?"
"You won't be there." I smiled. She returned the smile, broader than before. "Maybe there's some way...I could see you outside of work?" I asked. She darted her eyes down and around the desk in excitement and embarrassment, then grabbed a business card from her tray and flipped it over to write on. "I'll be out of town this weekend, and next week's supposed to be crazy busy here. But call my cell."
The week seemed to drag as I worked at the new place. But we texted each other a lot. Just small talk at first, but they were the bright spots of the days, I could tell. It was like we were forming a secret bond, deeper than our casual flirtation. Though it wasn't a lot, I probably learned more about her in those texts than I had working with her for months. At night we talked for about an hour or so each night, just catching up on the usual background stuff about each other. This was cool, so our "date", which was Saturday night, wasn't going to be wasted with that kind of talk.
Though the week was torture waiting to see her, I was kind of adding to it. I'm a believer in pheremones, so building up sexual energy just puts them right out there. So I hadn't cum since my last day at the old job, which was just about a week. I did masturbate though, very slowly, and thinking about her each time. Her smooth skin, her soft body, her lips on my cock. I usually had to stop after that last image though, or I was in danger of losing it.
Maybe it's because I'd never been with a black girl before. It's like something about her was unknown. She's not a total stereotype or anything. But you can't help getting certain things about African physique embedded in your brain in a sexual way. The thickness, the slight athletic quality, the myths about sexual prowess, the lips. Listen, I know this may sound a little fucked up, but it's just a different world to me. Anyway, it's not like I picked some girl randomly because of her skin color; this happened totally naturally. But I'm sure it affected my excitement.
When we finally met up, her outfit did not disappoint. What her work clothes only hinted at, she put right out there. Her sleeveless top looked like it was maybe one or two pieces of cloth wrapped around her tightly in an "X" shape. It clung to her body like a second skin, describing the supple slopes of her breasts and torso. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, but wasn't drooping much at all. Her black jeans looked like they were laced with gold, making her ass and thighs seem like they were stretching her seams, but in a good way. Her smile was bigger and brighter than ever as I opened the door to the restaurant from her.
I'd like to talk about how well we hit it off, how much we had in common, how easily the conversation flowed...but I can't. After the initial high of meeting up we were still as awkward as if we were at work. Even worse, we couldn't seem to find much in the way of mutual interests. There were lots of polite smiles and silences as we fumbled with fairly empty words. My heart sank as I started to get that "bad date" feeling. After the meal and check, we left. I offered to see her home.
"To tell you the truth, I live just down the street...but you can walk me if you'd like." I was even more down. It's like her restaurant choice was part of a quick getaway, figuring it wouldn't work out. I shrugged to myself, chalking it up to experience. When we got to her building, she said, "Can you come in for a minute? There's something I want to say." I was puzzled, but went along with it to catch more glimpses of her, figuring it was the last I'd see of her.
When we got inside her apartment, we both sat on her couch. "I just wanted to say, I did have a really nice time. But I think we both had high hopes for this, maybe too high, like everything was just going to...click or something. I guess we found out that's not the case. It's like opposites attract. But they don't really make sense together, you know?" I nodded my head.
"Except in one way..." she trailed off.
"Chemistry?" I ventured hopefully. She smiled and rolled her eyes as if swooning. "God yes. I feel crazy around you. I can't even tell you the things going through my head when you stopped by my desk all those times. Things I'd never think myself usually about anyone. But I feel I want to act on these...feelings. Even if this is all we have. I know you're a sweet guy and all, but...I mean I hope you don't think I just jump on any old guy! I just...want you, but we don't connect...but I gotta have you anyway. Does that make sense?"
"Like you're reading my mind," I said as I gave her a look of burning lust. Shortly after that, we both dove for each other's mouths. We kissed like we were starving and the only sustenance was the other's lips. It was beyond passion, it was frenzied.
She pulled away from me after a few minutes, just enough to start pulling at my clothes, trying to unbutton or yank away anything in her way. I took over, and she sat back with a wide, wet, lustful smile on her face, watching me. Meanwhile, she reached around and undid whatever secret means her top was held together by. It seemed to slide off her all at once, and i was left starting at her gorgeous, full breasts and dark brown nipples. I was enraptured by the newness of her body, its rich color and strong but supple skin. She started undoing her own jeans, but when I got my own top off she seemed distracted. She leaned forward and began kissing my neck and chest, but only to keep her lips busy while her hands were working on my jeans. I wore a pretty tight pair to make sure she got an eyeful on the date. It must have worked, because she seemed almost desperate to get them off me.
I stood up and pushed her arms away, then moved in close and kissed her deeply. She was a bit thrown off balance, which is what I wanted. I hooked my thumbs inside her waistband and pulled her jeans off her. I didn't realize it right away, but I'd also grabbed her thong. I'd ended up kneeling in front of her, face to face with a gorgeous triangular mound of soft flesh, tightly-curled pubic hair shaved into a neat, thin letter "V". I almost laughed. See, her name was Vanessa.
I kissed those big fleshy pillows while gently squeezing them, licking her smooth but slightly textured skin and pausing at times to suck on her nipples. She grabbed my head when I did this, so I took it a step further and gave them a little bite, which made her go wild. She kept grabbing and stroking the back of my neck and messing up my hair as i licked and kissed down the center of her body to that V shape. She seemed like she was torn between letting me go down on her and pulling me up to do something else. But ever since I'd seen her in her jeans at work I'd been dying to get my tongue into what made those deep creases.
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Thanks for the stories and I look forward to future ones. 
Originally Posted by azriel15
