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The Challenge
by AndoverBlonde (andoverblonde@hotmail.com)
***
I haven't written any stories or accounts for a long
time, but a very sweet friend of mine recently
challenged me to write another. The challenge arose
after he commented that he enjoyed my writing because I
was not very graphic. He and I disagreed on this point
somewhat, but I understand his position. So my goal in
writing this story is to take it up a notch. That does
mean, however, that this is a story, and not an actual
encounter. (MF, exh, intr, rom)
***
Hi Readers
I haven't written any stories or accounts for a long
time, but a very sweet friend of mine recently
challenged me to write another. The challenge arose
after he commented that he enjoyed my writing because I
was not very graphic. He and I disagreed on this point
somewhat, but I understand his position. So my goal in
writing this story is to take it up a notch. That does
mean, however, that this is a story, and not an actual
encounter.
Although just a fantasy, I will try and keep
descriptions as accurate as I can. So, yes, that means
that although this hasn't happened, the characters are
real. What I do not know about them (him!) I will make
up to fit the story, and hopefully to meet the
challenge!
Sandra (AKA AndoverBlonde)
PS – Previous writings are in directories 31, 33, and
36
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Life has been very good to me and I am generally a
happy person. It's my belief that a happy positive
outlook influences the direction of one's life, and I
believe this holds for both emotional and physical
wellbeing. I have a job that I enjoy, coworkers that I
love, and a daughter that I cherish. I also have a wild
streak that instead of ignoring, I respect. And you
cannot deny or abuse the things that you respect.
Now being able to express one's wild streak openly can
cause problems not easily fixed. Because of this you
must carefully choose your spots, but you also cannot
let exceptional opportunities slip through your
fingers. Finding that balance can be challenging, but I
truly believe your heart can help find that balance.
Because of this I do not easily dismiss my crushes. And
those that I have crushes on are not always
predictable.
My crush on Anthony would have been predictable if
everything was completely different! Anthony is 20 and
I'm 46. Anthony is black and I am white. Anthony is an
athlete and I just wish I could be! Forgetting about
age and color, however, we would be a good fit. He is
tall, kind, confident, and beautiful. For someone his
age, he is surprisingly articulate. His worldview is
not self-centered and he truly seems to care about
those around him.
I am around Anthony two days a week. He is an intern
here, a hard worker, and a joy to have around. We
became fast friends and chatted while he worked, and
eventually began to trade emails when he wasn't here.
We discussed everything and, although I could not deny
my attraction to him, I felt very much like a maternal
figure – especially when giving my opinions on
politics, classes, women, etc.
Given my perceived role in his life, I could not have
anticipated his request. In a very short email, Anthony
asked if I would pretend to be his girlfriend. When I
realized he was serious, I told him we needed to meet
to discuss this request. The meeting was better than I
thought.
It was a guy thing. It turned out that a few of his
friends from home were visiting, and he thought he
could impress them by dating an older woman. Yes, an
older, attached, white woman. He explained that this
was a game, that he meant me no disrespect, and that he
would understand completely if he had made an
inappropriate request. When he assured me that he
expected nothing more than to make his friends jealous,
I agreed. How could I say no? My heart told me that
helping him out was just the right balance of risk and
reward.
I did make a single demand – that he allowed me to plan
everything. He happily agreed. I asked for, and he
provided, photos of his friends and some basic
information about them, and photos of his apartment
with a description of its floor plan. With this
information I could pretend as if I had been there
before, and that Anthony and I had discussed his
friends. We agreed that our 'date' would occur Saturday
afternoon between 3 and 7. Although he wanted details,
the time I would spend with him was all I told him.
This was too exciting!
I knocked on his door Saturday at exactly 3:00. He
opened the door, smiled, and let me in. After entering,
I kissed his cheek and walked over to the two young men
in the living room. "Hi, I'm Sandy. You must be Frank,"
I said to the shorter of the two, "and you must be
Mike" I said to the other. "Anthony has told me so much
about you! How do you like the community college,
Frank? And are you still thinking about moving to
California, Mike?" They nodded and we shared some idle
chitchat.
"Anthony? Would you please go down to my car and bring
up my bag and the package on the back seat?" He agreed,
I gave him my keys, and he hurried on to get my things.
I was enjoying this immensely! Clearly his friends were
shocked by the situation. For my part, I just acted
like this was normal in my life.
It wasn't, of course, but that was the beauty of it.
For example, I never go business casual on a Saturday.
But here I was, in a ginger colored Ashford jacket
dress with matching slingback sandals. My hair was
pulled back, my make-up was very conservative, and my
tone very professional. I appeared much more like a
college admissions person than like the date of a 20-
year-old college student. I deeply enjoyed this seeming
disconnect!
Anthony came back into the apartment with my bag and
package. I called to him, "Hey Babe, will you open the
wine from the package for me, and I brought the beers
for you and your friends. I hope you guys like Sam
Adams." I took the bag from Anthony and reminded him,
in words that everyone could hear, that I needed to
leave by 7:00 to get home on time.
"Please, pour me a glass of wine, Babe," I said, "I'll
let it breath while I change." And with that I took my
bag and went to his bedroom. "I'll be out in a few
minutes, you should put on some nice music." I
disappeared to transform from the admissions woman to
his date.
Once in his room I undressed, took from my bag a
metallic gold Venus Cowl dress, and pulled on the
spandex outfit. I love the way the dress works with my
slightly asymmetric figure, it simultaneously downplays
my (unfortunately!) flatter butt while accentuating my
fuller breasts. Using his mirror I traded my gentle
matte finish blackened cranberry lipstick for light
gloss classic fire engine red, then added eyeliner,
mascara, and shadow to match my hazel eyes. Finally, I
let my hair down and put on my 4" open toe black pumps.
"Now," I said to myself, "I look the part!"
Exiting the room I can see that I have made my point.
The 3 boys gazed at me for longer than was polite, and
I said, half jokingly as I turned around for him them
to see, "Do you like this outfit, Anthony?" "You're
gorgeous," he replied, and I kissed him on the cheek
again as I walked to the kitchen to collect my wine.
"Any of you boys need another beer?" I asked, and all
of them said yes.
The next 45 minutes or so were fun! The boys were all
polite, kind, and flirty. For my part, I jokingly
rebuffed the comments by Frank and Michael, but happily
accepted those from Anthony. Finally when a slow song
was on the radio, I asked, "Hey Babe, are you going to
ask me to dance?!" Anthony did not waste a minute.
Dancing with him was spectacular! Even with my heels my
nose only came to his chin and I felt surprisingly safe
in his arms. Pulling him close, I whispered in his ear,
"you know that this is a game and that we are only
playing it one time, right?" He nodded his
understanding, so I continued, "then you better make it
believable, Babe." With that we shared our first real
kiss – deep, passionate, and loving. Absolutely the
best first kiss I had ever had. "Wow – that was
fantastic, Anthony! I'm certain we've convinced your
frien..." his second kiss didn't let me finish my
sentence.
"Hey guys, I'm sorry! I hope you don't mind PDA's!" I
said to his friends after pulling away from my date,
"but I just don't get to see Anthony as much as I need
to." They laughed, said it was ok, and that they
understood. Anthony looked as proud as a man could
look! Clearly he felt that he had impressed his
friends. I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
When I returned to the room I mentioned that I only had
another hour or so, and handing Anthony one end of my
black thong that I just removed, asked if I could
borrow "my man" for a few minutes. No one said anything
as I used the thong as a tether and led Anthony to his
room. I didn't say anything when he left his door
slightly open.
"Don't say a word, Anthony," I whispered, "we can make
this one time game truly special." I was aware that his
friends were watching as we kissed, and although I have
never been an exhibitionist, I had no intention of
changing this dynamic. With Anthony facing the door,
and my back to it, I could pretend not to know that we
were being observed.
I undid his belt buckle, unsnapped his jeans, and
pushed his zipper down as we kissed. I pulled his
underwear down with his pants, and he stepped out of
both. I then broke our embrace, and just smiled at him
as I undid the buttons to his shirt. Finally, I knelt
in front of him and pulled his socks off. Anthony was
now totally naked in front of me, and he was the most
perfect man I had ever seen. He was much more muscular
than I had thought, and much more of a man than I had
previously experienced.
I pushed him backward to rest against his desk, and
while kissing him again I took his penis into my hand.
He was hot, and hard, and perfect. He was too big for
me to close my hand around and that realization was as
sexy to me as any that I have ever had. I stroked him
for just a few moments before I pulled away from his
embrace – I pulled away so that I could feel him in my
mouth.
He was perfect – he smelled clean, he was gentle with
me, and he let me explore him. I used two hands to
stroke as I worked as much of him as I could into my
mouth. The excitement of the moment was getting to me!
I repositioned to his side, kept him as secure in my
mouth as I could, and pulled him with only one hand.
With my other hand I began to masturbate. I knew that
is friends could see everything, and that excited me
even more. I am very sensitive, and it took only
moments before my first 'public' orgasm.
It wasn't long before Anthony was going to cum. I could
hear the pace of his breathing, and the rocking of his
hips had become much more driven and rhythmic. I felt
him harden, and just before he exploded, I pulled my
mouth away and held my hand over the head of his penis.
I stroked him as hard as I could while he came in my
hand.
I knew he was a little disappointed that I didn't let
him cum in my mouth, but I also knew he wouldn't be
disappointed for long. With him looking down at me, I
licked the remaining sperm from my hand as I gazed at
his cum covered cock. It was beyond beautiful, and the
contrast between the milky color of his sperm and the
deep blackness of his penis was intoxicating.
I pushed him back on the desk, positioned his hot and
wet penis, and pushed down onto him. While working
Anthony into my body, I came again, and then again.
Anthony understood that I would not be able to maintain
balance, so he pulled me down onto him, forced himself
in the rest of the way, and then held my hips as he
stood up. He made two small steps toward the bed,
rested me down upon it, and began to make love to me.
He was perfect! Anthony took it slow at first so that
our bodies fit perfectly, then made love to me like a
machine. I was in a state of almost continual orgasm,
for which he showed me no mercy. Finally, when I
thought I could take no more, Anthony pulled back,
lifted my left leg, and without ever leaving my body,
he rolled me over.
"Sandy?" he whispered. "Yes" I gasped. "Are you ready
to get fucked?" He didn't wait for an answer. We made
aggressive love doggie style for 10 minutes, and just
as I could feel him getting ready to cum, he pullout
out, twisted me around, and pushed himself into my
mouth. I didn't hesitate and I made sure he knew that I
wanted this as much as he did. He let out a happy
boyish laugh after he came, and after I finished
enjoying him, I giggled too.
"OK Sweets," I said, "I need to get into the shower." I
showered, dressed in my original cloths, met the three
boys back in the living room, kissed Anthony deeply,
and said goodbye.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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