Black Bull 08: First Date - Sex Stories

Black Bull 08: First Date

... smartly, the same jeans and smart brown trainers, but wearing this time a pressed white shirt, tucked in around the waist. The bright white of the shirt and the surrounding room made the contrast with his dark skin the more intense.

We stood to greet him. He seemed, I thought, somehow even larger than when we'd met previously.

"Welcome!" he boomed, his voice a lovely rich baritone. He held his arms straight out in front of him in a welcoming gesture. I had been in the closer seat, so Samuel greeted me first.

"Lovely to see you again Neil," he beamed, vigorously shaking my hand. He really did look delighted; looking at my wife beside me, I couldn't blame him.

"And you too Samuel," I smiled back.

I think he must have picked up on the slight hint of trepidation audible in my voice; the man's smile only got broader.

Still holding me by the hand, Samuel turned to look at my wife, stood now to his right. His broad grin broke into a beaming, toothy smile.

"Claire!" he shouted, disengaging from me, turning his body fully to face her.

My wife walked forward herself, to within an inch of Samuel. She stopped right in front of him, looking up into his big dark face. He smiled some more.

She took hold of his hands, gently, still staring up into his eyes. Samuel's smile melted away, a look of something else crossing his face. I knew exactly what that expression was; lust.

They stood there for what, to me, stood directly behind Samuel, felt like an age, she ...

... staring up at him, him down at her. I shuffled, uncomfortably, my erection already making its presence felt, and lightly coughed.

"Yes!" said Samuel, suddenly brought back to the same world as I, breaking eye contact with Claire. He gestured towards the lifts, walking towards them.

We followed behind, wordlessly, me holding my wife by the hand.

I turned to say something to her, then stopped. Her eyes were fixed on the large man's impressive rear, an expression of animal desire written as clear as day across her face. She was biting her bottom lip.

****

The lift pinged, the door opening - Samuel held his arm out to his side, inviting us to exit first.

We stepped out onto the top floor. It was simply a small room, a large glass pane to the left offering panoramic views across the south side of the river, over towards City Hall. Directly in front of the elevator was a single white door, a keypad on the right hand side at about shoulder height.

Samuel entered a code, a clicking sound issuing from the internals of the frame. He pushed the door wide then stepped back slightly, standing aside. He bowed, his arm again offering us forward.

"Please, do come in."

My wife entered first, immediately gasping.

I followed directly behind, wondering what had elicited the astonished noise; then I saw for myself.

The top floor really *was* a penthouse. The vast main room was all the same off-white colour, one entire half of the place - two sides of it - given over ...