Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 22&23 - Sex Stories

Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 22&23

... sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Just looking for signatures on this petition. We're trying to get some speed bumps installed over on Dale street near the elementary school.” “Sure.” She signed the petition, feeling stupid and small. On her way home, it made her mad that she knew that part of her fear had been because he was a black man. If she was going to get along in New Orleans, she was going to have to overcome that reaction. She got home, her heart still beating a little faster than normal. Haden realized she was a little wet between her legs as well. Letting herself fall onto the couch, she took off her new heels and set them on the coffee table and stared at them. They seemed to radiate sexuality. For a moment, she considered going into her office and giving the boys on the webcam site another show while she got off. But then she looked to the side, out her window. The wall of the Brun's house was there and she could see the camera, but she couldn't tell if it had been moved or not. Was he able to see her still? Was he watching right now? Without over thinking it, Haden slid down on the couch and hiked up her skirt. She put her bare feet up on coffee table and spread her legs wide. With one hand, she began to softly pinch and tweak one of her nipples. Her other hand moved between her legs. She slid two fingers along the outside of her labia, massaging them slowly. They were sticky and slippery. Haden imagined her neighbor, sitting in front of his computer, ...

... watching her. Would he masturbate? What would his dick look like? She'd only seen the one black dick in the video store for a moment. She thought about her neighbor's thick muscled and tattooed arms and what they would look like stroking a dick. She moved two fingers over her clit and found that it was swollen and sensitive. “Uhhhhh,” she moaned out in pleasure and surprise. Her legs spread wider and she slipped two fingers inside of herself, letting her palm press down on her clitoris. She moved her other hand inside her shirt and found her erect nipple again. Her palm ground down in a slow circle with increasing f***e. Was he stroking his dick at this very moment just yards away? “Ohhhh god!” Her hips pushed up off the couch as an orgasm began rolling through her. She pushed her fingers in as deeply as she could. The door bell rang. Haden had a mental car crash as she tried to both ignore the door and still stifle her moans. The interruption completely derailed her orgasm though and she sighed in frustration. It occurred to her that it was strange for her to be masturbating thinking about her black neighbor when she'd just been chastising herself for being frightened of a black man in the supermarket parking lot. The door bell rang again. “Shit,” she muttered. Haden got up, adjusted her skirt and checked quickly for wet spots. She headed to the door, expecting to see one of the people she'd hired for around the house or maybe Penny. “Hi, Haden.” It was Terra, Jules' friend. Haden ...