Jennifer and Me

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This is a fantasy from long ago about a black, female engineer friend. I am an Electrical Engineer, military computer design was what I did. Now I’m seventy-one and own a small store in a small town about seventy-five miles north of San Francisco. I sell mineral specimens, jewelry and Grateful Dead memorabilia. There was a black, female engineer friend that I’d known many years ago and sometimes, as I’m staring up into darkness waiting to fall asleep, she walks gently back into my consciousness, smiling and laughing. And… I remember her. This incident took place about three months before my future wife, Carol and I, first got together, forty-three years ago. Her name was Jennifer and she was black. Very black. She was that black that some call Purple. She probably still is but I’ve lost track of her and we haven’t talked in over thirty years. Actually, she was my friend from work first, but Carol and her had hung out together a lot and became quite close. I’ve been unable to locate her. She probably married and had a dozen kids, she’d talked about having kids many times. I’d really like to see her again before I die. I find myself thinking thoughts like that more and more now. Carol would like to see her again too. Jen and I were very good friends and could talk about anything, even sex, but we never made it into bed together. Damn, maybe I was really dumb. Actually I think I got the best deal I could ever hope for with Carol, but I could’ve been very happy with Jennifer too I think. We actually showed each other our genitals one time and masturbated, which is what this tale is about. Well, we did a lot more than that actually, but we never touched one another sexually. It was 1970. I was twenty-eight, she was twenty-six and we both worked for an engineering company in San Jose in Northern California. About three months after I started, she’d hired in and as a manager, I was tasked with training her. The only real Task turned out to be trying to keep my hands off of her, and my mind on engineering. What I really wanted was to throw her on the ground and fuck her until neither of us could walk or think. She was beautiful, very smart and a damned good engineer. Very strong and had no trouble telling anyone to go to hell if they made her angry. I’d seen it happen and I never wanted to be on the receiving end of her fury. One guy had made some off-color comment and walked away a flayed, bloody mess. No one ever said anything out of line to her again. She’d fit my profile for The Woman of my Dreams very well, but she worked for me. I was drawn to her but never did or said anything because I didn’t want her to get pissed off and go away. We soon found we both lived in the same apartment complex, Lake Terrace in Mountain View, so we wound up carpooling and became very close friends. No sex though. It was a Friday night, about 7:30, and we’d been home for at least an hour Ataşehir Escort when she called me. She’d sounded funny so I asked if she wanted me to walk over for a Scotch and a talk. I’d never known a woman that liked Scotch like I do before. She said she’d be right over and when she arrived I fixed us a couple drinks. I love Laphroaig Islay, an 18 year old single-malt, and 2 ounces in a rocks glass with one ice cube was kind of heavenly for both of us. We sat in my living room, across from each other in separate chairs and talked for thirty minutes or so about a movie we’d seen and other innocuous things about work. Sipping Scotch and just relaxing, enjoying each other’s company. Then she totally stunned me with a question. “Can you explain to me how a guy masturbates?” she’d asked. I sat there with my mouth hanging open and finally, being the dumb dork I could be sometimes, said, “It would be a lot better if I showed you.” She sat dead still for about 3 seconds looking at me and thinking about it. Then she’d smiled and said very softly, “Okay.” She had this look on her face. Surprise, pleasure and anticipation mixed with wonder, eyes wide, and a smile. She was beautiful sitting there and I started to get very excited. I waited for a minute or two to see if she’d change her mind, then reached down and slowly took off my shoes and socks. I stood and pulled my shirt off and finally undid my belt, taking my pants off. I was doing this slowly, stripping for her really but, being the engineer I am, I folded it all neatly. I kind of ran the flat of my right hand down the front of my briefs across my cock and could feel myself start to get firmer. I stopped that though, I wanted her to see it all. Give her a complete lesson and watch me get hard. I pushed my briefs slowly down and let her see my cock. I didn’t shave, am about two inches in diameter, six and one half inches long, and always very horny. Her intense scrutiny made me get even harder. I felt like a super-stud porn star right then. She’d let out a soft sigh and my cock jumped, pulsing a couple of times, as my excitement level jumped. She moaned even louder when that happened, then licked her lips and I almost lost it right there. Seeing her very pink tongue slipping slowly back and forth between her very black lips was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. They weren’t huge lips like some black women but they were big and incredibly sexy. I thought that maybe I’d finally gotten lucky with Jen, but that didn’t happen, at least not like I was hoping it would. As I started slowly stroking my cock she smiled, then grinned and licked her lips, but her eyes never left my cock. They were wide open and she’d had this look of wonder and amazement on her face. Her mouth crept open and all I could think of was putting my cock there. Hell, she was twenty-six years old and it was difficult Ataşehir Escort Bayan for me to believe that she’d never seen a man play with his cock before. This was in 1970 and the Internet did not exist yet, it would be another 13 years before it would come along. It actually started in about 1958 with DARPANET, a defense department network, then ARPANET and email about 1969. TCP/IP, packet data transfer came in about 1974, and then USENET, the first real public network and finally it became what we know now. I helped design some of it. Shit! The engineer in me. She watched for about half a minute then stood up and motioned for me to stop. I’m just standing there, feeling slightly foolish with my very hard cock in my hand wondering, why? “Do you want to watch me too?” she finally asked very softly, looking directly at my hand holding my cock. My mind was racing and I was desperately hoping this was finally going to get us in bed together. She kind of blushed and I do not know how to describe that. Her skin tone just changed, became a little darker, maybe lightened, I don’t know. I’d never seen a black woman do that before and it excited me beyond belief. My cock just jumped hard, right out of my hand, and slapped against my stomach. I said, “Oh God yes. I would love to see that. That’ll make it a lot easier for me to show you the whole thing. You’ve already seen the start but it’s going to be a lot easier for me watching a naked woman masturbating too.” Then she looked directly into my eyes and slowly stripped for me. Just like I’d done for her. Never taking her eyes off mine as I studied her body. One piece of clothing at a time. First her dress which was a soft, grey wrap around thing that moved like flowing water when she did. She untied it and, taking her time, unwrapped it. It was a strippers move like I’d done for her, slow and sensual. Her bra and panties were matching see-through red lace and seeing the contrasts of her black skin through that red lace started my blood boiling. When she’d reached back to unclasp her bra her breasts lifted and stuck out farther, and my mouth started to water until I had to swallow several times. Her dark nipples were poking out openings in the lace and I understood why her nipples always stuck out. Every time I’d seen them I loved them. She let the straps just slide down her arms until they caught on her elbows but she held the cups up to her breasts with her hands for a moment. She looked up at me with a kind of, ‘Oh shit, what have I done.’ expression on her face and very wide eyes. Then she smiled and just slowly dropped her hands, taking the cups with them until the bra dropped to the floor at her feet. God, her body was gorgeous and I had to think about something else before I erupted. I wanted this to last for as long as possible. I also wanted to suck those nipples and Escort Ataşehir just devour her, eating her and licking and whatever else we could think of. She had a couple tattoos on her upper-left arm. A Celtic Cross and something else and I decided to ask about those later. Her breasts were big and firm. They were thirty-six C, she’d told me before, with smaller areola, much darker than her breast, and big nipples. She just stood there in red lace hip-hugger panties (My personal favorite) and shoes and I just stood there and ogled her. My cock was pulsing and twitching and she was staring at it. It had started to ooze pre-cum and that was dripping off the end and onto the carpet. She’d glanced down at it on the carpet and that was very exciting too. And she’d lick her lips with that very pink tongue. I didn’t dare touch it right then. I just let it drip and the thought, ‘I’m going to have to clean that up.’ passed through my mind. Just a fleeting thought though, because all I wanted to think about was Jennifer and her naked body there in front of me. She leaned down to take off her shoes and when she’d bent over, her black breasts just kind of ‘Flowed’ forward and hung there, and I wanted to bury my face in them. She’d looked up at me as I stared at them, jiggling and swaying as she moved her arms. Then she did it deliberately for a minute or two. She smiled then and deliberately shook her shoulders making them sway and flip around more. Again I had to swallow several times to keep from drooling. My cock got harder and oozed more and twitched several times. She stood, stuck her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and slowly rolled them down her legs. She must have been very wet then because the crotch stuck to her sex for a second or two. Her pussy was flat, just a slit. The lips did not protrude and the inner ones were tucked up inside. ‘She shaves very close.’ was my thought. She’d told me that too, and I wanted to just slam my face between her legs and devour her. I had so much saliva in my mouth I had a to swallow several more times. We just stood there looking at each other. She stared to my cock and I switched my gaze between her pussy and her breasts. I was as excited as I had ever been and I just wanted to stand and stare for as long as possible. I wanted to burn this image into my mind forever, and I did. I still see it at night sometimes. I started slowly stroking my cock and she’d stared at my hand moving over it. She reached down with her left hand, spread her lips and inserted two fingers of her right into her pussy, then started to rub her clitoris with them. I immediately stopped stroking myself before I came all over her, me and everything else in the room. Her odor hit me like a wall and my whole world narrowed to seeing and smelling her. She gave a little shake and, with her fingers still buried in her pussy, grabbed a chair and drug it toward the center of the room. I followed with another and we placed them facing each other about three feet apart. I almost beat my cock to death banging it against the chair as I struggled with it. I was so excited, I just couldn’t get coordinated. She moved like an Olympic athlete and laughed at me as I struggled.

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