Epiphany

"What! Aw fuck! Jacques I told you I'm not into guys. I can't do it." I barked. If I wan't sure before, I knew now that his stares were more than just curiosity.

"Well you are going to have to walk home in those pretty high heel pumps. It seems such a shame to ruin them." Jacques was gently caressing my crossed knee with his hand.

"You've got to be kidding me?" I pouted. I felt helpless. "Here I am dressed as a woman but as it turns out you're the faggot!"

"Hey I just got through lifting. I'm sore." He replied ignoring my dig at his sexuality. He took off his shirt exposing a thin but amazingly well developed upper body. The skin looked smooth and very dark. I stared as he twisted onto his belly and spread his legs out behind me on the couch.

"Just use some of that oil in the bottle." he said confidently as he pointed to the squirt bottle he had just brought in.

What could I do? I wasn't going to just grab the water and run. Four inch high heels tend to slow you down. I squirted some oil onto his back which was really just a series of muscular bumps and grooves. Then I pressed my fingers into the softness of his ebony skin. Jacques let out a low groan as I began to rub. I put the dreadlocks to one side of his head and rubbed his shoulders.

"That's it my dear but you need more leverage. I really want to feel you. Straddle me with those lovely legs of yours so you can really lean into me." The black man suggested. I reluctantly got up and swung my leg over him and lowered myself onto his ass. My dress slid up my body as I leaned forward. My cock also rubbed against the hardness of his buttocks as I moved. The feeling was unsettling.

I put more oil on his back. Jacques was drenched in it now. I worked the muscles hard and soon had him moaning and groaning. I wanted to get this over with but Jacques simply told me to move lower and to peel his shorts off.

"I'm not putting my hands on your ass!" I exclaimed.