Jack was mad, raging, flaming mad. He didn't usually get this mad, but it had been a bad day to begin with, and this was the final straw. He had checked his bank balance from the office and it was off, way off. First Union, the bank he used, had been on his nerves for a few weeks already. Botching a transaction here, losing money there, but now he'd had it. He stormed through the doors and found an open teller. Keisha Samson didn't see it coming. It was only her third day on the job and when she caught Jack Miller's angry glare she froze in place.
He tore into her good and loud. He waved a printout in her face demanding an explanation, but none could be found. The printout matched what she had in her computer. She typed, digging through information, trying desperately to appease the wild man at her desk. She couldn't find a thing to help him or her.
Jack screamed, swore and finally threw the paper down and stormed off. He climbed into his car and started the engine.
"Fucking nigger bitch!" he swore.
Then he stopped and killed the engine. Did he just say that? He held a hand over his mouth in horror. He looked around. No one heard him. But he had said it. Jack restarted the engine and headed home.
Throughout the entire trip, Jack's epitaph rattled through his head. He'd never thought of himself as a racist, but there it was. He'd said something that couldn't be interpreted as anything but racist. He parked his car and closed the garage. He paced around his house trying to make sense of what he'd said, and why he'd said it.
He had grown up in white suburbia. He worked in a predominantly white office. His neighborhood was also lacking in diversity. Was he a racist or just unexposed to a more diverse section of society. He shook his head, not able to comprehend what he was thinking.
He sifted through the mail, trying to clear his head. He'd found a letter, it was his paycheck. Opening it, he found it was a real check, and not a deposit notice. That was why his balance was off!
"Oh shit. I ripped that poor girl a new one and she didn't do a thing wrong." he whispered to himself.
Keisha Samson was upset, really upset. Her boss had sent her home early, seeing as she couldn't compose herself properly in light of Jack's anger. She flipped on her apartment lights as she entered. As she stripped out of her coat she turned on the shower.
"Who the hell does he think he is?" she muttered, pulling off her shirt and slipping out of her skirt.
She was undoing her bra when the phone rang. Dropping the lacy top to the floor she jogged over to the phone, ample black breasts bouncing heavily.
"Hello?""Keisha? You OK? I just heard." It was Sandra, her friend and the person that got her the job.
Keisha sat down, brushing the long braided locks of hair out of her face, "I'm fine, just a little upset. Bob sent me home with pay, fortunately he doesn't fault me in any of this."
"Well, that's good. Just relax tonight and have a good weekend!"
"I'll try." Keisha giggled and hung up the phone.
She stood and pulled her black panties off and took a moment to admire herself in the full-length mirror beside her bed. She had a lean, African goddess look to her. Muscular and trim, the only noticeable fat on her body was in her large D-cup breasts. Her skin was the color of milky coffee, making her the lightest shade of brown in the family. The chill of being naked has set her dark black nipples erect and sensitive.
Keisha jumped into the shower and tried to wash the day away. She soaped up her body and cleaned every nook and cranny. She shampooed her long braids, getting the dirt out of her scalp. Finally she took out a razor and shaved her legs, armpits and, finally, trimmed the pitch black hair of her pussy. She wasn't paying much attention and shaved it a little further down than normal. All that was left was neat triangular patch around her firm dark skin.
She was getting out and starting to dry when the phone rang again. Dripping wet, she ran to the phone again.
"Hello?"
"Um...yes...is this Keisha Samson?"
"Yes." She didn't quite recognize the voice.
"This is...um...Jack Miller. We sort of met today."
Oh shit, Keisha thought to herself. What the fuck does he want with me? At home no less.
"Listen, I know this isn't exactly proper, but I just wanted to apologize."
"OK..." Keisha was still nervous.
"I was a complete fuck to you and...well...it wasn't your fault. I found the error and...aw hell...I'm no good at this."
"Mr. Miller, I understand. I accept your apology."
"Thanks." his voice relaxed, "Can I make it up to you? Buy you dinner or something."
Keisha was starting to get nervous again. What if this guy was a complete nut?
"Well, I don't know."
"That's fine if you don't. I know the owner of 'Chez Place' and I can get us seats, even on a Friday night...Isn't that kind of close to your place?"
He has my address too! Keisha was feeling panicky.
"OK, Mr. Miller. I'll meet you there around 5:30."
Jack gave a sigh of relief. "Great, I'll see you there."
Keisha clicked off. Why had she agreed to meet him? Better to meet him in public than on my doorstep. He seemed genuine enough and she'd been wanting to go to Chez Place for some time, just never had the cash on hand to do it. She found a nice evening dress, sleeveless with ample support to show her nice cleavage.
Once she had everything in order she started out the door. She stopped for a moment to call Sandra. She told her what was going on and to check in on her later. She gave Sandra Jack's full name, just in case something went wrong. Sandra wished Keisha luck and hung up.
Jack Miller was nervous.
Why had her asked her to dinner? Was that necessary? He couldn't get her out of his mind. Keisha's strong build and sexy dark eyes were burned into his memory. He dressed hurriedly, finding a nice tie and sport coat. He sped across town wondering if she'd really show up, or blow him off. What if she called the police think he was a loon? He didn't know, until he pulled up and saw Keisha standing outside the restaurant, looking for him. He straightened up and walked over to her.
"Thanks for coming on such short notice. I know this all seems a little weird, but I just felt so bad about today."
He doesn't look like a psycho, but then what do they look like? Keisha wondered to herself.
"We'll see how you feel after Lobster Thermadore and an expensive bottle of wine," Keisha chuckled, trying to keep the mood light.
Jack smiled and walked her in. He spotting Francis, the owner and he showed them to their table. It was secluded enough for them to talk comfortably. Jack continued apologizing and Keisha only smiled. They'd started into some light chit-chat, when Keisha broke a more serious topic.
"Where did you get my number and address?"
"Huh? Oh that. The phonebook."
Keisha smiled and sighed. Of course. He's not some freak stalking her, just some guy that feels bad about what he's done and wants to atone for himself. He was more sensitive than most men she knew, and smarter than most of the dates she'd had in a long time. Date? Keisha wondered to herself. Was she on a date with some guy she hardly knew? And a white guy at that. What would her mother say?
"So, what do you do Jack?"
Jack went on at length about his job, obviously proud of what he accomplished. Keisha smiled at his confidence, it was charming, no it was sexy. She was starting to feel something towards him. Jack too was feeling something. Keisha's smile spread from her lips and into her eyes. She had such beautiful features and her trim, dark body seemed like a mystery he needed to explore.
True to her word, Keisha got the Lobster Thermadore and Jack found a great wine. Dinner was superb and the wine was soon drained. The two sat and talked at length for quite a bit longer, sipping coffee and getting to know each other a little more.
Jack glanced down at his watch, "Wow, I probably should let you go home, huh?"
Keisha smiled and reached out to stroke his hand, "No hurry." she purred.
Jack smiled and took her hand in his. The color contrast was striking, he'd never been this intimate with a woman of a different race.
Keisha looked up at him, "Take me dancing."
It wasn't a request and Jack shot up and paid for dinner and then headed out.
Keisha held him close, "Take me to Bailey's." It was a downtown club, known for its tightly packed dance floor and intimate music.
"Parking's gonna be a bitch with two cars." Jack whispered, his face close to hers.
"Follow me home and we'll take your car." Keisha breathed. She was trusting him now, fully.
She scampered to her car and he followed. She'd reached her apartment and told him to come up. He sat down in her living room as she went to the bedroom to change. Keisha didn't take long to change into a short black skirt and white blouse.
She twirled for his appraisal. "Better?"
He reached for her, "Much." but as he reached her, she flitted away.
"Ah-ah...Dancing first..."
He frowned, but led her out the door and into the car. Keisha was impressed with the leather interior on Jack's Lexus. It felt soft and cool against her legs. It didn't take long to get to Bailey's and, it turned out, parking wouldn't be an issue, everything was valeted tonight.
Jack got them both drinks and found themselves a table. He'd pulled off his sport coat and the humid air of the club was making the fabric of his silk shirt cling to his muscular chest. Keisha found herself staring admiringly at his form. She hadn't noticed how built he was until now. She shifted uncomfortably as her cunt wettened at the thought of Jack naked.
"Let's dance." Keisha pulled Jack to the dance floor.
It was obvious to anyone that looked, that Jack had no idea what he was doing. Keisha merely laughed and pulled closer to him. Their bodies pressed into one another, the friction increasing their mutual arousal. Base thumped and the rhythm continued, the wine and music blurring everyone around them. Jack took a hand and wrapped it around the back of Keisha's neck. Pulling her to him, their lips embraced in a long passionate kiss. The African goddess responded in kind, running her hands down his back and over his muscled arms and chest. Their embrace was finally broken and they stared into each other's eyes.
"Wow." whispered Keisha, "That was...I don't know..."
"I know." smiled Jack, "I know."Their lips locked again, bodies grinding. Jack's hands slid down Keisha's back and over her firm, muscled ass. Jack's erection was now obvious to his dance partner.
"You know," whispered Keisha, "I find dancing one of the best forms of foreplay around."
Jack could only smile, nibbling Keisha's neck and rubbing her ass with hungry strokes.
"Gentle love. I'm not wearing anything underneath."
"You mean..?"
Keisha nodded, "Does it turn you on that you could take me here and now?"
Jack smiled and kissed her, tongue probing her sweet mouth. They continued to make out, oblivious to the crowds around them. They danced for several songs until Keisha could take no more.
"Take me home, love. I'm ready."
Jack tried to drive like a sane person, but failed, horribly.
They finally got back to Keisha apartment where she pulled off his shirt and began kissing every inch of his hardened chest. Jack slids her around, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. His hands undoing her blouse and pulling it free.
She stood there, clad in only a white bra, her breathing barely controlled. Jack was taking off the rest of his clothes, until he was fully naked before her. She smiled, admiring his full body, especially his thick, engorged member.
Jack scooped Keisha up, and took her to the bedroom. He pulled her bra off, releasing the pent-up melons. He took one in each hand and suckled them gently, nibbling each black nipple.
"Oh Jack...Enough foreplay...I need it now...fuck me now!"
Jack grabbed her legs, and pressed them apart, exposing the red, swollen flesh of Keisha's pussy. He'd never seen a pussy like it in his life, but he knew what to do with it. Pulling her legs apart, Jack pressed the tip of his erection into Keisha's black depths. They made slow, desperate love as Jack's cock slid deeper and deeper into his lover's body. Soon he was bottoming out with each thrust, her head tossed back, moaning with delight at his mastery of her cunt.
White cock against black pussy they fucked each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally the goddess gripped her satin sheets, as the blissful bubble of pressure within her broke, and orgasmic waves washed over her.
Jack couldn't restrain himself any longer, his balls tensed, then exploded his white seed deep into Keisha's still quivering hole. She gasped as each thrust splashed around in her womb, tickling and exciting her, a second orgasm erupting inside her.
Slowly, gently, they parted bodies, but then rejoined as their slick bodies cooled in a post-coital glow.
"I've never..." whispered Jack.
"What lover?"
"I've..." he was about to say that he'd never made love to a black woman before, but stopped, realizing it didn't matter. "It's nothing." He kissed her neck and ran a hand down her toned back. His hands played with her ass and then down to her soaking wet cunt. Kiesha sighed and opened herself up to his attentions, her body still hungry for him.
Jack's cock swelled again at the sight of her luscious ebony body. Laying atop her, he slid himself back into Keisha tight cunt. She kneeled up, pressing into him as they found their wild cadence. Like a jungle cat, Keisha growled as Jack rammed into her ass from behind, long braids dangling into her face. She could feel her large breasts, bouncing pendulously up and down her chest. The heat within her was intense, she'd never made love like this, never this intense. Jack was holding his own, reveling in the control he felt, fucking Keisha like a wild beast.
Suddenly the phone rang and Keisha remembered that Sandra was supposed to call and check on her.
"I...need...to get...that..."
Jack let up on her slightly, but continued a slow, steady pace, not willing to give her up yet.
"Hello?" Keisha was breathing heavily.
"Hey babe, everything all right?" it was Sandra.
"Yeah...Everything's....all right...Ugh!"
"You sure?""
"Ugh! Yeah! Great! Call you later!"
"OK if you say..."
Keisha dropped the handset to the cradle and bent her head low."Ugh! Yeah...fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God yes!! Yes. Please don't stop..."
Keisha's body surrendered to another orgasm. Jack quickened the pace, fucking her limp body like a man gone insane. All too soon it was over. Jack's white cock erupted it's fluid into Keisha's body, adding several ounces to the deposit he had left there a few minutes ago.
Jack rolled off, kissed Keisha firmly, then closed his eyes. After visiting the bathroom, Keisha grabbed her cordless and went into the living room. The last thing Jack heard before drifting off to sleep was:
"Sandra...you won't believe what I just did!"