Partners in more ways than one - Sex Stories

Partners in more ways than one

... was quick before Tammie inquired about a more personal need. “I have not been with a man since before my husband and I separated six years ago,” an almost in tears Tammie told Matt. “It has been too long. I can’t stand it. I don’t know what to do. Will….will you…..will you, could you help me?” Caught completely off guard by this revelation, Matt shifted from thinking about what to order for lunch to thinking what he is supposed to do after hearing his new friend’s “situation”. “Tammie, what do you want me to do?” he asked. “Be with me,” Tammie boldly stated. “I’ve seen how you have looked at me and how you have flirted with me since we first met. I know you have to be feeling something similar to what I’m feeling.” Guilty as charged, Matt thought. His sex life at home was not good in the months leading up to his job loss and has been non-existent in the previous month trying to find his next opportunity. Each week at these ministry meetings, his attention diverts from the messages being delivered about job search techniques to admiring this beautiful black woman nearby. He eagerly has anticipated seeing what kind of dress Tammie will have on each week. Each one always looks spectacular on her and always makes sure her size 38C breasts stand out as well as her finely-toned ass. He cannot get her out of his mind. He always wonders what she looks like out of those dresses and what it would be like to be with her as she wished at that moment. Tammie admitted her attention span ...

... suffers at these meetings with Matt in her presence. She loves seeing what dress shirt and slacks combination he wears each week. She also wondered how he looks like without them on and what she would do if she could be with him as she wished. Picking up on her cue, Matt paid for the drinks they ordered and proceeded to follow Tammie out of the restaurant. He followed her car to her house, which was just ten minutes away from the restaurant. Matt called home and lied about a job-related appointment he just made. Yeah, he had a job to do all right. It had nothing to do about attaining gainful employment, but rather attaining gainful entry into something on someone he was lusting for at that moment. Tammie opened the door to her two-story, seventeen hundred square foot house that was part of her divorce settlement and let Matt in, anxiously awaiting what was in store for both of them. Matt surveyed the surroundings, which included the five-foot-nine beautiful black woman just a few feet from him. He could have adored the modern art hanging on the walls or the furniture in the different rooms or the other trinkets in the house. Instead, Matt adored Tammie’s luscious looking lips that were covered in a red Maybelline lipstick that produced a great smile and consistently flashed her shiny pearly white teeth, her dark silky looking mane of hair, the dark red-colored dress she was wearing that fit perfectly over her well-shaped and toned body, and the red pump heeled shoes to complete ...