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Dee's Naughty Descent; Part I
Date: 9/20/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: MrDeep, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories
the stands. Dee noticed a younger woman ahead of her. This woman was the type that always made Dee envious. The girl was slender and blonde. She was sporting a tribal weave tattoo on the small of her back just above her low riding jeans. The blonde's tresses came to the middle of her back hiding the bare white skin. Nearing the stands, Jean noticed him. He was a very handsome, athletic, black man in his twenties with broad, strong shoulders. His arms were bare and muscular. He was clean shaven of face and head. Dee guessed that he weighed about 230. The T-shirt did little to hide his rippled abdomen. He stood still like a statute of a black god. Dee noticed that he moved his hand to his mouth and took a drag on a cigarette and exhaled some smoke. Then he did something that made Dee's heart leap! He stared at her. It wasn't her imagination either. ‘Does he know me?’ Dee thought. He was definitely looking at her. In fact, Dee started to blush when the black man peered around the younger blonde to look directly at her. She couldn't help but look at him, too. The young blonde woman turned to look over her shoulder at Dee with burning, jealous eyes. The blonde knew the black man was looking at Dee, too. Dee followed his eyes as they focusing on her legs, moving slowly upward, pausing at her breasts, and stopping at her blue eyes. He smiled like he definitely liked what he saw. This had never happened to her, and she had had never been with a black man. She had fantasized about ... dating a black man. Instinctively, Dee smiled back, and then she felt herself blush. She was both embarrassed and flattered. This was the perfect time to flirt, but Dee could only manage to smile as she passed him so close they almost touched. Dee could smell his light cologne and an under tone of raw maleness. "I've got to tell you something later, Lisa," Dee said as she sat down next to her friend. Dee was excited. She just had to tell Lisa about the encounter, if one could call it that, with the black man. "What is it? Tell me!" Lisa probed. "I can't tell you now. I'll call you tomorrow," Dee said. *** Dee's morning passed slowly. Her mind kept going back to the evening before. She kept thinking of the young black man who was looking at her. ‘I should have flirted with him ,’ she thought. ‘ What would it have been like to talk to him ?’ Dee asked herself. She began to imagine a fantasy conversation: He reached out and touched her hand making her tremble. He took her hand and led her to the parking lot where they got into a van. He put his strong arms around her and pressed his lips to hers! They began a torrid scene of kissing, groping, and squeezing. Dee's fantasy continued with her reaching down to feel his maleness. Her hand found the black man's tool sheathed in his shorts and began to squeeze it.... ‘It was all a fantasy!’ she thought. Dee reached for her cell phone and dialed Lisa's number. "Hello?" It was Lisa. "Hi! It's me, Dee." "Do you want to talk about last ...