Excerpt:
Doug could barely believe his eyes when she opened the door. Gone was the navy blue polyester uniform and conservative demeanor of the night security guard. Before him was an astonishingly beautiful woman. Her hair was down, rather than in a severe bun, and it framed her lovely face. Her eyes were dramatic and smoky and her lips were seductive red. She was wearing a gold colored blouse that came off the shoulder and a rust colored silk skirt that hugged her full hips, thighs and round ass. Her smooth legs were bare and she had the tiniest high-heeled sandals that looked like nothing more than a delicate leather string that went across her perfectly pedicured toes and around her ankles. She smelled like a mix of coconut and jasmine and something else . . . something feminine. Her brown skin was luminescent and staring at her curvaceous figure and dazzling smile he wondered momentarily how he had not found Black women more attractive previously. Regina was nothing less than breathtaking.
At that moment, Doug knew he was in over his head. He quickly changed his game plan and decided to take her to his favorite exclusive martini and cigar bar. If there was ever an atmosphere for seduction, it was there. It was dark and secluded and the perfect environment for some sensual interplay . . . or foreplay if he was lucky. He wasn’t sure if this was a game anymore or pure desire.
Regina controlled the conversation, her wit, charm and intellect completely blowing Doug out of the water. When she laughed she leaned in close and put her hand on his thigh, when she listening to his tales of mergers, takeovers and general male bravado, she licked her lips seductively and maintained her seductive eye contact. The semi-erection Doug sported all night served to make his stories more animated and his movements guarded.
After a few drinks and more than enough flirtation, Regina took control. “Mr. Rivers,” she leaned in close,” Let’s drop the pretenses here, shall we? There’s enough chemistry between us to win the Half Hollow Hills Annual Science Fair. Let’s go back to my place and see what happens. No Strings...
Credits: Afroerotik
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