Working for a Living Chapter 4

Laura looked the part of country, wearing her cowboy boots, tight fitting jeans and a pull-over sweater. The sweater did nothing to conceal her very large and firm breasts. As she danced with Clyde, he had the occasion to hold her tightly against his body. She judged him in very good physical shape and wondered if the art gallery wine and the brew pub beer had impacted her senses. When Clyde held her close to his body, she was sure she could feel his cock erect against her thigh. And it seemed to be some cock.

After an hour of dancing, Clyde asked her if she'd like another beer. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "How about we drink it at my place?" He merely smiled as he took her by the hand and let her to the parking lot. She handed him the keys, "I think you better drive us."

She gave him directions and they were back at her house in five minutes. She opened the door and led him inside. Laura turned on some music as she grabbed a couple beers from the fridge. When Clyde extended his arm to take the beer, Laura pulled it back. "You've got to kiss me first." Clyde pulled her close as she wrapped both arms around his neck, the bottles clinking behind him. His lips covered hers and his tongue slipped inside her warm mouth. He kissed her hard, his hands squeezing her asscheeks through her jeans.

Breaking their embrace, she handed him the beer bottle as she took a long pull on hers. Then she sat the bottle down and ran her hands over his chest. Laura quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hands inside the fabric. His body was as fit and muscled as she had imagined while they were dancing. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and her fingers ran over his skin.
"I've got to be honest. I"ve never been with a black man before."

"Well I've never been with a girl from Idaho!" They both laughed as he pulled the sweater over her head. He hesitated only briefly before unfastening her bra and slipping it off her shoulders.