The Old Black Man Around the Corner - Sex Stories

The Old Black Man Around the Corner

... it….the more she wanted to tease herself into seeing the old man again. She also had a dream last night about African natives abducting her and carrying her to their village. It was weird and yet arousing. It was Friday and Sandy walked back to home again. This time she went by the old black man’s house. Sure enough, he was on the porch. “Hello girl, have not seen you in a few days.” He was sitting in the swing and playing a banjo. Sandy walked up to the porch and said hi. Strangely, she sat beside him on the swing. “That is nice music you are playing,” Sandy offered. “Thank you girl, this is my hobby, playing banjo music,” the old man countered. “Would you like to hold the banjo and strum a few notes” OK, but I don’t know much about musical instruments,” Sandy answered. The old black man handed the banjo to her and placed his left arm around her shoulder to show her how to hold it. Slight chills ran through Sandy being this close to him. He was so black, his arm was a total contrast to her lily white skin. His hand rested on her shoulder as Sandy strummed the banjo. It was fun but again she noticed a large bulge in his pants. She tried not to think of it but it was so evident. She handed the banjo back to him after a couple of minutes. The old black man left his arm abound her shoulder and while trying to hum some tunes, he placed his right hand on her knee and his fingers beat to the rhythm. A strange feeling crept through her as she glanced down and saw his black hand on ...

... her knee just above her white stockings. His fingers had stopped moving but were still on her knee. Then she felt his left arm pull her a little closer to him. “I think I had better go,” Sandy said. “Why don’t you stay a little longer girl,” the black man countered. “No, I need to go home and do some chores. As Sandy got up from the swing, she lost her balance and fell back…this time sitting on his lap. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, really I am,” Sandy said as she pushed herself up again. “That’s okay miss, don’t worry about it,” the black man smiled and replied. Sandy left the porch and hurried home. She did know one thing. That her young buttock cheeks felt something big and hard in the old man’ pants. Sandy spent the weekend cleaning up the house and washing clothes. Although busy, she could not help but to think about her falling onto that old man’s lap and feeling his erection. She hoped that he didn’t think it was on purpose. Still, she had a tingling feeling about it and even more curiosity. Monday, was a school holiday but her mother had to go to work. Sandy walked around the neighborhood and again stopped by the black man’s house. He wasn’t on the porch this time. Sandy swallowed hard and went to the front door and knocked. “Who’s there?” the old man answered. “It’s Sandy, your neighbor,” she replied. The black man opened the door smiling. “Hi there girl, why don’t you come inside and have some tea with me,” he chuckled. He was dressed in white shorts and a T-shirt. It ...