A Blackout Surprise…

Tropical Storm Fay has tickled and teased Florida. Many residents are without power and hot water. I just arrived back from a short weekend at the Jersey Shore; had I known that I would be “roughing it,” I would have stayed in Jersey. But not one to run from a challenge, I stayed and endured the hard times, that Fay besotted upon us for a while, before planning on hoping a plane to NJ for a hot shower, meal, and some personal attention. Think about it though, what is there to do in a blackout, but thinking…meditating…or just go crazy…OR have sex if you happen to have someone there with you…

After the storm floated by, I craved attention…need to talk to someone – anyone. So I contacted this guy that had been trying to “taste me” for a couple weeks. Never really had an interest in him that way, but storms can make you very horny, sitting in the dark with nothing to do and your thoughts…so I decided to hookup with him at his place for a drink.

When I arrived at his place, I was nervous as hell. What am I doing? But then when he answered, my bolder side took over. The look that he gave me of pure lust - fueled my confidence and cockiness even more.

I smiled and said “Hi.” This was an older gentleman about 50 or so, which is why I never really entertained the idea of being with him; there was nothing about him that turned me on. I am a 30 something year Black woman – I want someone more my own age and speed. But I was bored and it was dark and he was company, to say the least. He stood aside and let me into his candle lit condo. I smiled to myself at the scenery presented in front of me. This might have been a cheesy romantic gesture on his part, IF the lights had not actually been out across the east side of the state. I allowed him to show me further into the living room and looked around. He continued to stare at me as if mesmerized. Finding his voice he asked if I would like a glass of wine. I nodded and walked to the open balcony doors.

Out on the balcony, I leaned against the rail and looked at the stars. He came up behind me and handed me the glass of wine, I took it and took a sip. I watched the sky, the stars, and the fleeting car lights as they past for a while and mentally noted that he stayed behind me after handing me the glass. I looked back at him and watched him stare at me and I smiled, confidently. Leaning forward against the rail, I arched my back bringing one heeled foot to the bottom rail of the balcony, this gave the old man a look at my long thick legs in my short skirt. He took it all in and reached out for a touch me. Gotcha! I decided to chitchat for a while and mentioned music, so he put some on…I continued to lean over the rail and sip my wine…He got bolder and moved closer behind me. Soon, I felt his hands on my hips and then the pressure of his hips against my ass. I stayed still for him to get his feel.

He gyrated his hips against my ass and I felt how hard his dick was – it was not very big, but I wasn’t here to fuck him anyway. His hands smoothed their way down the front of my skirt onto my thighs. When he lost contact with the jean material of my skirt and felt my skin against his palms, his breathing increased, as did the gyrating of his hips. I let him play. His hands smoothed and squeezed at the flesh of my thighs and he slowly moved them up and inward, pulling up my short skirt and lead a trail to my awaiting pussy. The slowness of his actions gave me such an arousal; it was as if he was opening a gift slowly. It was nice.

At this time the balcony door to the right opened and his neighbor walked out on it, I looked over at the man. He was using a candle for light and he lit a cigar with it, and looked around, his eyes and movements stopped when he took in the scene not more than 20 feet from him. Pulling hard on the cigar, he watched and began to rub his dick through his pants. The gentleman behind me had discovered that I came without any panties on and just how wet I was. He fingers slicked their way into the folds of my pussy lips and outlined my protruding clit. The wetness allowed him to slip fingers effortlessly into my hot pussy. Arching back, his hips grinded against my ass, he inserted 3 fingers into my slippery pussy. I fucked his fingers with easy strokes. His lips were on the side of my neck sucking; my exposed ass was rubbing against his hard dick in his pants.

The neighbor on the other balcony took a seat facing us. He slides his hand in his pants and pulls out his dick and starts to stroke it. Feeling the rush of the moment, I spread my legs wider apart, to give him more access with his fingers in my pussy. By now, both hands are actively playing in between my legs; one rubbing my clit fiercely and the other pulling in and out of my hot box. His breathing is coming out hard and heavy. After a couple mind tingling moments, I straighten and pull away from him. He moans in protest. There is a wet stain on his pants and the neighbor’s dick is also glistening.

I turn around a face him. He brings his fingers to his face, inhales my smells on them and then proceeds to lick my juices off of every finger, making sucking sounds that implied that “I was finger licking good.” I smiled and glanced at the neighbor, he is steadily jacking his dick now. I then lifted on heeled foot to the chair on my right. This caused my skirt to rise and showed, the gentleman and his neighbor, a full view of my very wet pussy. The gentleman wasted no time and kneeling down in front of me. He placed his hands on my hips and brought my hips forward to meet my clit with his mouth.

He licked a line up to the tip of my clit and then pulled it into his warm mouth and suckled. I almost buckled my knees from that sweet warm soft feeling. He continued paying homage to my clit until I came and then went on to lick and tongue fuck my pussy. He ate like it was his last hot meal. I placed a hand to back of his head and grounded his face into my pussy, and fucked the shit out of tongue. He couldn’t get enough, neither could I. They neighbor continued to jack his dick, his cigar forgotten.

When I came for about the 4^th time, I noticed that he came with me. I was pleased that I could bring him to that state. Backing away, I stood and straightened. He watched from his kneeling position, I rubbed my fingers lazily over my clit, and watched the wetness appear on them, and smiled. He watched. I offered the wet tips of my fingers to his mouth and he sucked them into his mouth; cleaning them. Moving from the rail of the balcony, I sat down in the chair facing the neighbor, who continued to watch and jack off. Perched on the edge of the chair, I got my breath back and looked at the gentleman.

He, then, moved in front my chair and looked at me, pulling a lounger chair close to my chair. He, then, lay down on his back. He motioned for me to stand. I obeyed and stood near his head. I placed one leg on the other side of his head and straddled his face with my thighs, the whole time facing the neighbor. He stroked two fingers up my pussy and applied pressure to my clit and then slid them back down my wet gapping hole and inserted them back in my cunt. I moved my hips up and down on his fingers; fucking them. I moaned and shivered, and anticipated the strong orgasm that was coming. He placed his hands on my hips and brought me down to his mouth, arching up and starting his evenings dessert.

His nose rubbed on my clit as he ate and finger and tongue fucked my pussy. I took advantage and rubbed my clit hard against it to increase my pleasure. My actions gave him a taste of my asshole and he took delight in letting his tongue dally in there to. I came hard and messy, but continued to ride his face. His hands squeezed at my hips and ass, as I fucked his face.

The neighbor pumped furiously on his dick holding my gaze. Finally, when I knew that I was going to cum one more time, I slowed my movements, allowed him to pull my clit softly in his mouth and apply pressure by sucking hard on it. I came hard as hell. The neighbor then shoots a load into the air and it landed on the knees of his pants leg. He was breathing hard. The gentleman beneath me, also, came on himself and was equally out of breath. I stood up to give him air, straightened my clothes and leaned over and kissed him deeply tasting my juices on his mouth. I grabbed my discarded wines glass, swigged the rest of the drink and turned to leave.

Waving at the neighbor next door, I looked and the gentleman and said “You have some nosey ass neighbors.” And left.

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