Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

He remains next to the table. "I haven't seen you in here for awhile," he says.

"I stopped about a week ago. You just don't remember." I smile again.

"Of course I do. A week is a long time."

He laughs a little. A couple comes in and sits down at a nearby table. "Excuse me," he says.

"You'll come back?"

"Yes."

"I don't know your name," I say.

"It's Mark."

"Mine is Carrie."

"Carrie? That's pretty." He smiles and leaves to go to the other table.

I finish my drink and he brings me another. I invite him to sit down but he says he never sits with the customers. He starts to excuse himself again.

I feel bold. "Why don't you come to my place. with me then?"

He doesn't look surprised. "I have to work almost an hour yet. We don't close until midnight."

"But you'll come with me when you're finished?"

"Yes."

"I'll wait then…"

I watch him work. His every move is graceful. He glances at me occasionally. Already I am thinking about how it will be to have his black skin pressing against mine. I watch the clock, waiting for the hour to end.

We begin undressing almost as soon as we get back to the apartment. I help Mark with the buttons of his white shirt. He unhooks my bra and my breasts climb free into his hands. He cups them, caresses them as I slide my panties over my hips.

We crush our bodies against each other. The blackness of his skin excites me strangely. The muscles of his chest and arms are solid, strong. I am naked now but he still has on his shorts. I nod for him to take them off. He pulls them down. His cock juts up at me dark and thick. The head of it bulges. I have never seen a black man's prick before, never touched one. I stare at it, press my belly against it. It is hard, swollen, a beautiful dark spear. His fingers find my cunt, move in deliciously. I stroke his prick, then rub the tip of it against the moist velvet of my slit.

We get down on the sofa. His cock pushes in. He fills me with its rigid warm thickness. He fucks me with long deep hard strokes. I wrap my legs around the backs of his thighs and cum with a groan as I pull him even deeper into me. We kiss, explore each other's tongues. I love the black firmness of his chest crushing against my breasts. I am intoxicated by the strange new touch of him, the taste of him, the gleaming smooth blackness of his body.

He pulls his prick out of me and sits back. I think he is stopping to rest but then he lies back so that his head is at the end of the sofa opposite mine. He pushes forward until the tip of his cock is touching my cunt lips again. He grasps my thighs and pulls me toward him. I feel his prick slide in.

We fuck like that, lying on our backs, pushing slowly against each other. I like it this way. I have a pillow under my head and I can see the glistening black skin of his cock each time he pulls it part way out of me. His body is beautiful stretched out full-length on the sofa. His stomach looks flat and hard. I can barely see the thick tangle of hair on his belly because of the darkness of his skin. I watch the muscles of his thighs and stomach bunch and ripple, as he drives his cock rhythmically in and out.

I want to taste him, kiss him, eat him. When he stops his strokes for a moment, I draw away from him and kneel over him between his thighs. I take the wet black tip of his cock into my mouth, poke at it lightly with my tongue. I slide my lips slowly down over the thick rigid shaft, getting as much of it as I can into my mouth. I suck him. I play with his balls. I rub the smooth black skin of his belly and thighs.

We fuck again. Mark's prick jams deep into me, rubs good against my cunt. I cling to him, thrust myself up against him. He drives into me harder and I can tell that he is ready to push on to the end. I clutch him tighter, buck up against him. I feel his cock erupt, explode its warm cum. It spurts into me, fills me. My cunt feels as if a hot wet fire is burning inside it. I groan as I cum, too. Mark's prick softens. His body spreads out black and beautiful over mine.

I hear a sound, glance up. I see Rae standing in dim light in the kitchen looking at us. She is holding a water glass in her hand. I have no idea how long she's been there. It embarrasses me to have her find me with Mark like this but I can't just ignore her.

"Rae…? Hi. Come in."

Mark sits up abruptly at my words, swings his legs over the side of the couch.

"You look busy…" Rae says with a soft husky laugh.

I laugh too. `.`No… we've finished that. Come in a minute. I'd like you to meet a friend."

She comes toward us. Mark has been staring down at the carpet but now he looks up. I introduce them.

"Hello…"Rae says quietly.

"Hi," says Mark. His embarrassment seems to leave him. He stares at Rae's legs. She sits down in a chair across from us. She is wearing a green see through shortie nightgown.

Rae lights a cigarette, puffs it. "… what time is it?" she asks.

Mark looks at his watch. "… almost two," he says.

"… that late, really? I must have slept longer than I thought. I was so thirsty when I woke up." She turns to me, smiles. "Really, I'd just gotten into the kitchen before you noticed me."

I offer to make her a drink but she says she's tired. We talk back and forth. Rae says she'd been surprised to find me gone when she came back from her modeling job. She says she'd been a little worried when she woke up and I still wasn't in bed. I apologize and say I should have left a note. She laughs. "I didn't worry that much," she says.

She yawns, stands up, stretches. I can see the points of her breasts through the gown, the muff of hair above her pussy. "Well I'm going back to bed," she says. "… goodnight. Bring Mark with you when you come. It's a big bed…"

Mark and I go to bed half an hour later. He offers to sleep on the couch. I shake my head. "That wouldn't be any fun… you out here, me in there. Come on."

We get into bed still naked. Rae is already asleep. I slide, in between them. Mark lies on his side, his back toward me. I fit my belly to the cheeks of his ass, put my arm around him, trailing my fingers against his chest. I am very tired and in a minute start to doze.

I feel Rae's hand brush my arm. "… you asleep?" she asks.

"No…"

"He is though, isn't he?" She moves her hand to my breasts.

"Yes… I think so. Mmm it's nice to have you touching me."

"Even after being with him?"

"Sure… that wouldn't change it with you."

"It wouldn't? I'm glad. He's really very handsome, isn't he?"

"Uh huh."

"… striking almost. Such smooth dark skin. It gave me goose pimples all over just to look at him."

I laugh. "Hey, I thought you didn't go for men."

"I know… but he's different. But anyway he probably wouldn't be much interested in me."

"You don't think so? I'll bet he thinks you're ravishing. Didn't you see the way he looked at you when we were in the other room?"

"Mmm hmm It got me too." She rubs a fingertip over one of my nipples. "… you wouldn't mind then if he and I -"

"Of course not, silly. Just so the two of you didn't use yourselves up on each other and forget all about me.

Rae laughs. "No chance of that. Not me anyway." She gives my breast a last playful pat, then slides her hand quickly down over my belly. My cunt lips are still spread open. against Mark's ass. She works her hand between his skin and mine. I feel one of her fingers slip into me. She strokes my clitoris. I press forward, pushing the back of her hand against Mark. "I guess I'm the lucky one being in the middle," I say laughing. "You could reach him if you want to… his prick."

"Not now. He's asleep. Besides, I like it just lying here the way we are."

"Shall we go to sleep?"