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Master Wade 107
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MRWADE.107 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
Our Hershey Honey
Chapter One
Rich chocolate. That's what her skin was like. It was
especially like that on the insides of her thighs and across the tops
of her full breasts. Creamy. Rich. Damn.
I'd first seen her in the elevator of the local hospital. Her
father was elderly and she was pushing his wheelchair for him, taking
him to an appointment, it appeared.
I was taken by the beauty of her face and the skill with which
she used makeup. Her smile was engaging and I made no pretense of my
enjoyment of her beauty. I smiled warmly at her and allowed my eyes
to roam freely over her body. Either she would like that, or she
wouldn't. Thankfully, she did.
I wanted more than anything to ask for her phone number there in
the elevator. Her wedding ring made it obvious that she was married,
and I wasn't sure what her father would think of that my interest
either, so I refrained. I had no idea if I would ever see her again
or not, however, and the prospect of that seemed too displeasing to
accept graciously. Rather than going my own way as the elevator
doors opened, I followed her, doing my best to make it appear
natural.
She steered her father's wheelchair into the x-ray department
and I entered behind them. After allowing her a chance to sign the
register at the desk, I ask the attendant on duty if I could borrow a
pen and piece of paper. Sitting down across from her and finding it
a delightful place from which to observe her beautiful legs, I wrote
her the following note:
Hi! I've never done anything quite like this before, so if it fails
I hope you'll believe me when I say that my appreciation of you is
genuine. If you do, then that alone will have made writing this note
worthwhile. I would approach you personally rather than writing, but
out of respect for both you and your father I thought perhaps this
was a better way to say hello.
To make a long story short, you are one of the most striking and
beautiful women I have ever seen. I am so taken by you that I simply
could not allow you to go your way without at least letting you know
how adorable I think you are. I realize that you're married, and it
is certainly not my wish to offend you, but if there is any possible
way that we could get to know each other better, I would love it,
more than I know how to tell you.
Please call me sometime at (703)-694-4623, or if you prefer you may
leave me a note at the desk in the Administration office. Just leave
the note for Wade...they'll know who it's for.
I really hope you'll allow us to stay in touch. And I hope your
father gets along well. He certainly has a beautiful daughter.
I folded the note and returned the pen to the desk. I stepped
the few feet to where she sat and handed her the note, smiling and
then walked away before she could say anything.
Later on that same day I got a call from my friend Ann.
"Someone left you a note here in the office," she said.
"Knowing you, I thought you might like to know. I probably don't
have to tell you it was a woman, do I?"
I coughed, nervously. "Well, I was hoping that there might be
something there for me soon. I appreciate you calling, Ann."
"I must say, you still have very good taste in women, Wade. Let
me know how it goes, will you?"
"With any luck, Ann, you'll be the first to know," I replied,
smiling at her through the phone lines.
"I hope that means what I think it means," she replied, eagerly.
"Only time will tell. Keep your fingers crossed."
"I will...you can bet I will! See ya!"
"Bye, Ann."
I stopped by the office later on that day and picked up the
note. I waited until Ann had left purposely, not knowing for sure
what the note might say. I sat in the privacy of my car and opened
it, eager to see how the beautiful black woman had responded to my
note.
Hello to you too! Your note was just too precious not to respond to.
It was very thoughtful of you to consider all the things you did, and
to approach me in this way. I'm afraid my father is not particularly
fond of white men having an interest in me, and he would not have
appreciated a more personal approach.
To be perfectly honest with you, I find the thought of getting to
know you better very exciting. My husband would not be at all
pleased if he knew I felt this way about it, but then nothing seems
to please him very much anymore anyway. Luckily for me he is out of
town alot on business, so it shouldn't be too hard for us to be able
to spend some time together if you would like.
I had already planned to have a drink or two at Granger's Lounge
tonight around 7:00. If you can be there, we'll talk. Fair enough?
Thanks again for the note. By the way, my name is Mimi. I hope to
see you later.
I was thrilled by the contents of the note. The only problem
was that she had not given me a phone number and I realized that if I
didn't meet her that evening at Granger's I'd have to depend on her
calling me. Any other night it wouldn't have been a problem, but on
this particular night I had a date with a long-legged blonde who had
promised me a night I would never forget.
It took me about thirty seconds to decide what to do.
"Hi, Pam? Listen, honey, I'm afraid I've had something come
up, and we'll have to get together another night. Can you give me a
rain check?"
"Are you serious? I was so looking forward to tonight! You'd
better not be putting me off so you can be with some other blonde!
Is that what this is all about?"
"I promise you, Pam, I am NOT going to be with some blonde
tonight. When is a good time for you, precious? How about tomorrow
night?"
"Yea. Tomorrow night is okay. Just don't push your luck, Wade,
it isn't as if I have any trouble getting dates, you know."
"I know, precious. I'll be there tomorrow night at 8:00."
"Make it six. You owe me now."
I grinned. "Six it is. Plan on staying up late, Pam."
I got to Granger's just a little after seven, and found Mimi
seated at the bar. Her back was to me, but from my vantage point I
could see her crossed legs. She had changed since I saw her at the
hospital and wore a much shorter dress, one that hid very little of
her creamy thighs.
I introduced myself and thanked her for her note and for
suggesting we meet for drinks. Our conversation went smoothly. She
was a very intelligent woman, and we had much to talk about on a
variety of subjects. Time flew by and the "couple" of drinks she had
intended to have turned out to be several more than that. I noticed
that she was growing a bit tipsy, but I wasn't especially concerned.
She surely didn't have to drive as far as I was concerned. She could
ride with me anywhere she wanted to go.
We moved to a table and enjoyed a delightful meal with each
other. She was so easy to talk to and so good-natured that I began
to feel as if we'd been friends for a very long time, rather than as
if we had just met. The alcohol in her drinks had no negative effect
on her, but only seemed to make her smoulder and become even sexier.
"I'm really glad you could come," she said, smiling warmly at me
and reaching across to lay her hand on mine. "I was afraid it was
awfully short notice."
"I wouldn't have missed it for anything. In fact, just so
you'll know how much I wanted it, I broke a date in order to come."
"A date with another black woman?", she asked, teasingly.
I chuckled. "Nope, a blonde white girl with fantastic legs."
"Better than mine?"
"I haven't seen enough of yours yet to really answer that
fairly," I said. "What I have seen is VERY impressive."
"This girl you broke the date with...is she a lover of yours?"
"Off and on, yes. Actually, she calls me about once every
couple of months and suggests we get together. We've known each
other for a long time."
"But if you hadn't broken your date with her...you'd probably be
in bed with her now?"
"Yes."
"I see." She thought for a moment. "Have you ever made love to
a black woman before?"
"Yes, once."
"How was she?"
"She was a delightful woman, very sexy, very hot."
"Would you like to make love to me? Tonight?"
"What will your husband and father think of that?"
"If you don't show them the video, I promise I won't either."
"I do believe you're serious."
"I am. I want that blonde to be a fading memory after tonight,
and I'm willing to bet she will be."
"For a nice girl you sure do talk dirty."
"For a dirty man you sure do talk nice. Take me somewhere."
"Anywhere I want?"
"Everywhere you want, if you play your cards right."
Needless to say, we left Granger's immediately. She wasn't in
any shape to drive so we left her car there and I drove us to my
house, which was only a few miles away.
"Goodness," she said, as we walked in the door, "you need a
maid! Maybe I'll let you keep the white girl."
I chuckled softly and pulled her to me, kissing her hard on the
mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body
against mine. She was molten, her body flowing against mine. It was
as if I could feel every bit of her touching me.
My hands slid down her back to her ass, and I took her cheeks in
my hands. The dress was thin and I could tell immediately that her
panties were very scanty ones. She moaned, encouraging me, and I
worked the tight skirt up, exposing her from the waist down. She
broke our kiss, her head falling to my shoulder as she reveled in the
feelings she was having.
"My ass rides high, doesn't it?", she sighed. "I love your
hands on it."
I spread her cheeks apart with my hands and could almost feel
her lips parting. She began moving against me, working her hips.
"I love your ass. It's so firm, so tight."
"It's a black ass."
"Yes, a hot black ass."
"Fuck my hot black ass....please?"
She was standing with her back to the couch that sat in the
center of my living room. I released her asscheeks and turned her,
bending her over the back of the couch. I tugged her tiny little red
panties down, sliding them the length of her beautiful legs and off
of one foot. She stepped a part slightly, opening her legs wider for
me as she supported herself on the cushions of the couch.
I had been hard all night, or at least it felt that way.
Unzipping my pants I took my cock in hand and pressed it between her
thighs, lifting it and wetting the head of it in her very wet pussy.
She moaned hotly. I slapped one of her round asscheeks with my spare
hand, causing her to moan again, then pushed the head of my white
cock between the cheeks of her black ass.
Just a little probing and I was in her, the head of my cock
gliding into her tight little butthole.
"Oh, yes!", she said, hotly, moving her ass back at me. "Fuck
my ass...fuck it hard!"
Slapping her other cheek smartly, I shoved my hips forward,
driving my cock all the way in her delightful bottom. Back out
quickly and then back in, all the way. Out and in, out and in,
picking up tempo, fucking her harder and faster and faster.
My orgasm came quickly, more quickly than I wanted it to,
actually, but she was so tight, so tight and hot and good. I stayed
inside her for a long time afterward, holding her hips and just
looking at her bent over the back of the couch. Finally I grew soft
and slid from her tight little cum-filled anus.
She stood and turned quickly, kissing me again.
"Are you done with your black girl now?", she asked teasingly.
"I've only begun with you, you beautiful woman. Now I want to
make love to you." I took her hand and led her toward the bedroom.
The night was still young.
Continued in Chapter two
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