Oh well. The rest of the class went on like a blur until the last fifteen minutes of the day I was caught daydreaming. “Mr. Jake what is the answer ...o the question” “Oh fuck” I thought damn here comes the detention that ruins my oh so perfect weekend with my parents and my stupid girlfriend. “Umm Ms. Tharpe I honestly do not know the answer” “Where you daydreaming in class” ‘’no shit” I said under my breath “I guess I was then”“See me after class Mr. Jake” “Yes Ma’am”After that little escapade. Dana, as a woman could not help but notice his towering frame including the bulge in his shorts as they walked the path. She was denying the strange feeling she was having. No way could she be feeling excitement in the presence of a black African….no way. She had only had sex a few times with her white college boyfriend. Why then was she feeling excited being led down a path with a man in his mid thirties, not to mention, a very black man. Black men were never appealing to her, especially. . so although this story is a fantasy. it was a seductive enough fantasy to lead to a real sexual encounter (many of them, in fact, because we hit it off rather well, but those are other stories). The emailed story which prompted her to meet me follows:I've invited you for lunch at a country restaurant in a rural area about half way between where we live. It seems surprisingly strange and a bit unnerving to meet for the first time after we have got to know each other so well. Obviously, we. Before starting on the computer..." as she put it; I had accepted her invitation into the kitchen for coffee.Facing each other over the table as we chatted, her big eyes caught and drew me in. Her lingering touches as we giggled over nothing and small talk relaxed me. By the time her seductive foot, changed from caressing my ankle, to moving up my leg, I was already hers. When her toes found their desired target between my legs, the bedroom was only moments away.Our movements flowed naturally.