Best Black Women's Erotica (3 page)

“Which gentleman?”

“I'm sorry, miss. I don't know. His instructions were left at the host station, along with this,” he said, handing me a folded cocktail napkin addressed to “The Beautiful Lady in Orange.”

I looked past the white man and saw that both brothers were gone, though the woman with the handbag at the bald
man's table was back, sipping her coffee. “Thanks,” I said, taking the note. I quickly placed my dinner order and following Duane's departure, unfolded the napkin.

 

 

I refolded the napkin and resisted the urge to mop my hot and embarrassed face with it. The humiliation of being caught masturbating by a complete stranger caused me to down the champagne in one desperate gulp. I chased the bubbles down with a healthy swig of my vodka cocktail. By the time Duane returned with my dinner I had lost my appetite but had gained a nice little buzz—and the realization that while getting caught with my pants down was indeed humiliating, it felt hell of sexy too.

They say words beg for reality. Well, I am here to tell you that no truer statement has ever been made. As I strolled through the lobby trying to hide my flushed and flustered state behind a calm and confident stride, I could feel my embarrassment dissipate. Rising up in its place was a defiant cry from a unified body demanding immediate sexual gratification.

I pushed the button to call the elevator, praying that it would be empty for my ride up to the tenth floor. Gratefully alone in the lift, I again unfolded the napkin and reread the deliciously disturbing words, concentrating on the line “if you're interested in a little anonymous pleasure by phone, call me.”

Pleasure by phone? Who did he think I was, Girl Six? Some cheap dial-a-ho?
I thought in a lame attempt to temper my lust with outraged logic.
Why would I want to have phone sex with someone I've never laid eyes on?

But he's had his eyes all over you and you love it,
the little slut on my shoulder shouted.
Call him. You know you want to.

According to the number he'd given me, Mr. Help Yourself to a Peek was a hotel guest. On a long shot, I called the operator and asked for the name of the person in room 420. But, just as I knew she would, she informed me that my request was against hotel policy.

Just call him,
the voice inside demanded.

What if this guy is crazy or some sick degenerate? I already know that he's a voyeuristic peeping tom
.
A peeping tom who makes your panties wet.

True that,
I concurred silently, as I headed to the minibar. I needed another strong dose of liquid courage because I was curious and horny—a combustible combination that left me no choice but to make that call.

Guzzling down my Finlandia vodka and tonic, I closed the drapes, turned off the lights, went straight to the bed, and sat down. I took a few seconds to listen to the waves crash on the beach and enjoy my fuzzy head before picking up the phone and dialing 0420. Before it rang, I hung up.
What the hell was I thinking?

Before I came up with a reply my fingers began dialing again.

“Hello there,” answered a deep and smoky voice. Those two simple words, spoken in a deep buttery timbre that was soothing and seductive, melted over my body and left me a
drunk, horny, gooey mess. Suddenly, I could not wait for this man to wrap his words around my body.

“I got your note,” I said softly.

“I'm glad you called.”

“Do I know you? Have we met?”

“We've never met, but somehow it feels as if we're already lovers.”

I guess you just delve right in,
I thought, wondering if there were any rules to the phone-sex game. The only one that mattered to me was that we remained completely anonymous.

“Yes, I guess you would,” I admitted, embarrassment tingeing my voice.

“Please don't be embarrassed. Women like you turn me on.”

“Women like what?”

“Sensual, independent, strong women.”

“And how can you tell so much about me?” I asked, intrigued that he had, even if he was only bullshitting, read me pretty damn accurately.

“Actions do speak louder than words,” the amazing voice informed me. “It's obvious that you're a woman who's aware of her body and knows what she likes. A woman who's not afraid to touch herself.”

“You know, this is very unfair,” I said coyly as I began to get my flirt on. “You've seen me in one of my, shall we say, most intimate moments. You know how I look, but I know nothing about you. Like what's your name?”

“Call me whatever you'd like. I am whoever you want me to be. I look the way you want me to look, dress the way you want me to dress, live the way you want me to live. I'm the perfect man—your dream lover, your ultimate partner.”

“Okay, fair enough. I'll call you Fin,” I announced, eyeing the empty vodka bottles on the bed. “But you must tell me something about yourself. What are some of your favorite things?”

“My favorite things…let's see… Kissing is definitely on the
top of my list. I love to play with lips, teeth, and tongue. And I'm also very fond of giving tongue massages,” the sexy voice revealed.

Oh shit,
I thought. This man…his voice…I was definitely intrigued, undeniably hot, and getting more and more comfortable with the idea of mind-fucking this erotic stranger.

“And I am quite capable of putting my tongue anywhere.”

“Anywhere?” I asked, the Finlandia making me bold.

“Anywhere, baby. Is that what you'd like? For me to give you a tongue bath? For me to put my tongue in places you always wanted one to go and in some you thought it shouldn't?”

“Yes,” I agreed and begged at the same time. I swear I could feel his warm breath coming through the phone and fondling my ears and neck.

“Well, then you're going to have to take off your panties. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice dropping to a faint hush. I cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear and slid off my thong. I also slipped out of my dress and stretched out on the bed, cradling the receiver to my face like a lover's hand.

“Are they off?”

“Yes, everything is.”

“Ooh. Now that's a beautiful visual. Just thinking about you naked is getting me so aroused. If you could see me now, you'd know just how much.”

“I can see.”

“I'm there with you?”

“Yes. You're here and I can feel your hands on my body. They're soft and strong.”

“How am I touching you?” he asked.

“With light, feathery caresses,” I whispered as I spread my legs open.

“I want to play with your magnificent breasts and feel your nipples as hard as my dick is right now. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

This stranger's voice was seductive and hypnotic and I felt myself slipping into a deep sensual stupor. He was filling my head with erotic reveries and by the power of suggestion I found myself touching my breasts. I bit my lower lip as my hands became his, stroking my thighs, belly, arms, and breasts, pinching and rolling my stiff nipples between his fingers.

“You have an amazing body. I am so hard now that I have to loosen my pants so I can breathe.”

“Then take them off,” I suggested. I hung on while he removed his clothes, trying to imagine what he looked like. If his voice was any indication, the boy was fine.

“Oh yes, that's much better. Now I can feel the smooth length of your body pressed up against mine,” he said.

“I can feel you too. You're very hard.”

“All for you, baby. I'm sucking on your nipples and licking the valley between your breasts until it's wet and shiny. Now I'm rubbing myself between them. Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I replied as my hand slipped down between my thighs.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“Hmm. I feel your shaft sliding between my breasts. I'm squeezing them closer so I can feel every ridge of your penis as it moves up and down my chest.”

“Should I move fast or slow?”

“Slow, Fin. Move real slow so I can catch you in my mouth. Can you feel me flicking my tongue around your tip?” I asked, amazed by how much I was getting into this.

“I can feel it, baby, and it feels good,” Fin replied, his breath getting slower and his voice huskier. It was obvious that he was just as turned on by our encounter as I was. His desire was fueling my bravado.

“Hmm, you're so hard, Fin. My pussy is getting so wet and juicy just thinking about it,” I told him as I massaged the fleshy mound of my pubis with slow, languid circular motions.

“I know, baby. I can smell you. Your love smells sweet and briny, just like seawater and sunshine. My mouth is watering for your beautiful pussy.”

“Hmm. Would you like to taste me?” I asked, feeling the torturous ecstasy of an engorged clitoris.

“Yes, I want to eat you.”

“And I want you too—but first I want to take you in my mouth. Can you feel the wet warmth surround your shaft as I suck you?”

“Ooh. God, yes. Yeah, baby. My dick is like a rod moving between your soft, cushiony lips.”

“What should I do now?” I ask, sending slight smacking and sucking noises though the phone.

“Play with my balls.”

“I'm licking them now. Does that feel good, or would you rather I suck them?”

“Tickle them with your hair and suck my dick,” he moaned.

“Fast or slow?”

“Fast
and
slow. Tease me, baby. Make me crazy like you did this afternoon.”

“I'm sucking you fast right now. My head is hanging over your lap and my hair is brushing your belly. I can feel you get longer and harder in my mouth.”

“Mmm…”

“Now I'm slowly running my tongue around the ridge at the head of your dick. Do you like that?” I asked, feeling breathlessly brazen.

I could hear him masturbating. His soft moans and gentle grunts were an indication of his approaching orgasm. His desire was making me so hot and I wanted to feel him inside me. I parted my labia and gently penetrated the soft fleshy pulp of my vagina with my fingers.

“Fin?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Do me.”

“How?”

“Put my legs on your shoulders. I want you deep inside me.”

“Oh yes, baby. I love the way your golden brown skin looks against mine.”

“Move it slow and gentle. In and out, in and out…ooh.”

“You are so hot and wet. My dick is just sloshing through all of your glorious pussy juice.”

“Now harder and faster,” I commanded, my fingers reacting to the sound of my voice as my pelvis rose and fell against my hand.

“You are so beautiful, baby. Seeing you…on the beach…fucking yourself…Oh, girl you turn me on so much. I want to come for you.”

His words, sweet and lusty, fondled the very core of my pleasure zone. In my mind I could see my legs on his shoulders as he pumped me. That vision sent me over the edge and I felt myself on the verge of coming.

“I want you to come all over my breasts. Come for me, Fin.”

“Shit…Oh yeah…ah…ah…ah,” he screamed into my ear as he reached his orgasm. I could hear him breathing hard as his body recovered from his climax.

His pleasure released mine and I followed him with one of the most intense, head-banging orgasms I've ever experienced. I announced my climax with a series of sweet groans followed by one long, stress-busting exhale while my vagina throbbed with potent, delicious contractions. As I luxuriated in the aftermath of coming, I kept thinking that even while I had managed to maintain my celibacy and explore a new and exciting avenue of sexual expression, I had just experienced the most mind-blowing physical gratification with a man I didn't know and would never see.Either I was hell of adventurous or incredibly pathetic. Nonetheless, I felt totally satiated and that's all that really mattered at this point.

I could hear Fin snoring lightly through the receiver.
I guess even the perfect man falls right to sleep after sex,
I laughed to myself. I softly said goodnight and, receiving no reply, hung up the phone. Before turning in myself, I called to request an 8:30 wake-up call, instinctively knowing that after such a powerful sexual experience I was going to need help getting up in time for the morning's production meeting.

 

The phone rang right on time, waking me from the most restful night of sleep I'd had since arriving in Aruba. As the cobwebs cleared from my head, they were replaced by momentary confusion. Did last night really happen or did I simply experience an extremely erotic, alcohol-induced dream? I sat up and looked around the room for confirmation. There beside me on the bed lay my touch-tone lover, right where I left it after last night's encounter. My panties and dress were strewn at the foot of the bed, along with the empty miniature bottles of Finlandia. I took a minute to smile and bask in the memory of last night before jumping out of bed to get ready for work.