My New Black Boyfriend (Parts 1-4) - Sex Stories

My New Black Boyfriend (Parts 1-4)

... intention of seducing Ramell. After all, Clarence and I had a strict rule about it. No fooling around with guys in my home. But just two days after they took the job, Ramell was on my couch. I was going to make him mine. To be continued...Part 3 I didn't plan on seducing Ramell. I just wanted his attention. I didn't want to admit that I was feeling a little lonely and needed some attention. When he and Brian came over to paint the shed in our backyard, I told myself that I'd just watch and enjoy the view. When they came over that morning, it was already pretty hot and it wasn't long before both boys had stripped off their shirts. His dark black skin was showing a few tattoos and I wanted to see them up close. Instead, once we'd gone over the job, I stayed inside and watched them from the window in Jessica's old room. Before they'd arrived, I'd spent an hour trying to figure out what to wear. I wanted him to notice me, but I didn't want to look like I was desperate. I'd lightly done my makeup. Just a little blush and some light eyeliner. I wore a wrap style dress that came to just above my knee and showed off my cleavage a little. I wore a pair of black platform flip flops that highlighted my freshly painted toes. I wanted to look pretty without looking slutty. Brian, my neighbor's son, seemed to notice me more than Ramell did. I caught the boy ogling me a few times while I showed the around the shed. It's always nice to be noticed, but it was Ramell I wanted looking at me. ...

... They started their work and I went inside and made myself a bl**dy mary. I sat near the window and watched as they sc****d the old paint off. I felt a twinge of guilt. I hadn't told Clarence about this. I mean, it's not like I had to tell Clarence that I was having my shed painted. He was my lover, not my husband. But as soon as he saw Ramell, he would give me that disapproving look of his. He would know that I was lusting after him. My husband would scowl too. He wouldn't mind Brian being in his backyard, but he'd be uncomfortable having a strange black man hanging around his wife and on his property while he wasn't there. But it was all innocent. Nothing sexual was happening. I was just watching an attractive young man do his work. Until things changed. About two hours into it, Brian left. I wasn't sure why. He just took a phone call and then a few minutes later, he left. Ramell kept working, sweat running down the back of his neck. I didn't think about what I did. I'd like to blame the vodka, but that wasn't fair. The simple truth is, I wanted his attention and I was willing to do what it took. I stepped outside and said, “Hey, Ramell, wanna take a break? Come inside and have some tea?” “Sure,” he said a little hesitantly. I stood in the doorway and watched him walk toward me. He was muscled without being beefy or bulky. He smelled without being stinky. I could feel heat between my thighs. Ramell waited until I'd gone back inside to come in himself. We stood in the kitchen ...