My new black boyfriend (Part 2) - Sex Stories

My new black boyfriend (Part 2)

... roughly. “It’s okay, just surprised me is all.” I brushed the muddy prints off of my tank top and I realized as I did that you could see my nipples through the thin fabric. I began to blush. When I looked up, I realized he was staring too. Then our eyes met for just a second. “Sorry bout that. We’ll get out of your yard. Sorry.” He turned away and led Woody away who was quickly distracted by something else. I watched him walk away, feeling slightly embarrassed and also slightly flushed at how sexy he was. I’d been with younger men before, but he was almost boyish and I felt a little guilty on top of everything. I didn’t see him for about a week. I was walking home from Clarence’s place and he was sitting on the front porch of the same neighbor who’d held the party. Next to him on one side was Woody and on the other was the boy who lived at the house, who was also about my son’s age. It was evening and just getting cool and I’d been cooking dinner for Clarence and Anne and was a little tipsy on wine. As I passed, they said hello and I stopped to say hi at their fence. Woody ran to the gate and put his big paws up on it and greeted me with his butt wagging. We made small talk for just under a minute. We all exchanged names and Ramell immediately began calling me Miss Kate. I liked it. The other young man was a tall blonde k** in college. His father knew my husband socially and the two older men had spent time in my garage talking about boots and carpentry. As I left, Ramell ...

... and I made eye contact again and that time I could see him looking at me in a way that I knew he was checking me out. I found myself swaying my hips a little as I walked away. The fence kept him from checking my ass out, but it felt good to have a young guy looking at me at that way. Two days later, Ramell and Brian showed up at my door. They had a flier. Brian told me that they were doing a part time gig with a couple of friends over the summer where they were looking to paint, mostly houses but pretty much anything that would earn them some extra cash. I took the flier and told them I’d pass it on to my husband. After they were gone though, I found myself thinking about Ramell. A fantasy about him painting my house and me seducing him started to form. Before long, I was on the couch with my vibrator and my dildo and cumming hard to the thought of him inside me. When David came home that night, I brought up the painting flier. He responded quickly, “The house doesn’t need painting. It’s fine.” “Yeah, but I was thinking the work shed out back. It isn’t much and we don’t really need to do it. I just thought it would be a nice thing to help the neighbor k**s earn some money.” He looked doubtful so I added, “I know you could do it. I just thought it would free you up to do other stuff.” He shrugged. “Sure. If you want to. Go ahead.” One of the methods of contact on the flier was an email that had part of Ramell’s name in it. I took the chance that was Ramell’s personal address and ...