Helpful Guy

HELPFUL GUY It started innocently enough. We initially crossed paths in the parking lot at a local mall, where she?d managed to dump the contents of her shopping cart on the ground just before reaching her car. Being a gentleman, I went over and helped her pick everything up and load it into her car. I sensed a little apprehension (which I?m used to), what with a black guy offering to help a white woman in a mall parking lot, but she was appreciative, and thanked me profusely. I couldn?t help but notice the wedding and engagement rings on her left hand. After we?d gotten everything into her car and I was heading back toward my own car, I heard her Volvo definitely NOT starting. I turned around and walked back to her car, and told her to pop the hood. Turns out she just had a loose battery cable, and it took me all of thirty seconds to set it right, after which her car started up like a champ. I could tell she figured I must work for NASA or something, and the smile on her pretty face made my day. She was a cute ?dishwater? blonde, and I could tell that she was embarrassed to have a black man help her out TWICE that day. Well, to make a long story short, she insisted on repaying me somehow, and though I demurred at first (married white woman? Puh-leez!?Do I need that kind of ?trouble??), I finally told her that she could buy me lunch. I got in my car and followed her to a local bistro. OK, as is often the case, when people have things ?burdening? their minds, they?ll sometimes dump their souls out to a relative stranger. So, in a matter of forty-five minutes (and after a couple of glasses of wine), I learned that Cindy and her husband of ten years had been separated for close to four months, their kids were living with him, and worse yet (I couldn?t BELIEVE she was telling me this!), she hadn?t been laid in all that time. She missed her kids, but really felt she should take this opportunity to finally be rid of her good-for-nothing husband, and she was thinking of going back to school, turning her life around and starting over. I listened sympathetically, told her that I?d had some ?issues? in my own life, that she shouldn?t be so hard on herself, and that ?starting over? is something many of us have to do. Well, we ended up exchanging phone numbers and e-mail addresses, and after a week or so, we?d pretty much bared our respective souls to each other in perhaps a dozen e-mails. Face-to-face is one thing, phone calls are another, but e-mails are a whole different thing. The ?detachment? seems to make people ?open up? more. She?d mentioned some other problems she?d been having with her car, and though I?m hardly a master mechanic, I offered to come over and have a look at her Volvo. She didn?t live too far away. I took a bottle of wine and some feta cheese. You never know. Well, I found out pretty quickly that her Volvo had a couple of blown fuses, which explained why some things weren?t working (no wipers, no air-conditioning), and I fixed a few other minor problems. By now, she figured I was surely the Head Engineer at NASA, and it soon became obvious that I?d made a new friend. I laughed when she told me that men are sometimes handy for things besides flat tires and sperm. We went into the house and popped the cork on the wine. She was really cute, and unless she was an axe-murderess, I couldn?t imagine why her dumb-ass husband would leave such a delightful, gorgeous woman. Maybe he had something else going on ?on the side.? Cindy was in her late thirties, but as I said, she was still very attractive. At one point, in her kitchen I casually brushed up against her, and smelled the sweet scent of her hair. She was as embarrassed as I was by the accidental contact, and gave me one of those ?are you for real?? gazes. I was probably as shocked as she was that she was sending unmistakable ?signals? to a black guy. A week later, I got an e-mail from her asking if since I seemed to be so ?handy? with cars, whether I could perhaps help her with some computer problems she was having. I of course told her that I?d be glad to come over and have a look. As it happens, I?m much handier with computers than I am with cars. OK, let?s cut to the chase. This lady was horny (as I was), hadn?t been laid for some time (as I hadn?t), we were both more-or-less unattached, and we found each other attractive. During the visit to fix her computer issues, it wasn?t long (and didn?t take a WHOLE lot of effort) before I had her jeans off, and my dick was as hard as Chinese arithmetic. We?d had a some wine and were in her living room, and she asked me to ?just be gentle, OK?? I noticed she had a big wet spot in the crotch of her little Victoria?s Secret panties, She also told me she?d once dated a black guy in college, and that it was a big dark secret that she?d been scared shitless to admit it to her bigoted husband or her family. She made no objection to my entering her ?bareback,? with no condom. I?ll never forget the sight of her pale little white hand with the wedding ring on it guiding my stiff dick into her little pink pussy. She was pretty tight, but once I?d (gently) worked myself into her she whispered into my ear ?Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good, because I need some loving REAL BAD.? I?d hesitate to say that all white women go crazy once they get a black dick in them, but Cindy sure did. That first time we fucked, she came at least a half dozen times, and I could tell, because she?d go sort of spazzy, and I could feel her pussy clenching my dick like it was in a vise, and the juice would pour out of her. When I finally came, it was like the first ?piece? I?d ever had, and I have no idea where I came up with that amount of semen. I felt like Peter North, there was so much sperm squirting out of me. I apologized for the sizeable puddle we made on her sofa. Since then, we?ve mostly done it in bed, and if she?s worried about the mess, we put a towel underneath her ass. I guess her husband is now history, and she?s got her kids back living with her, which makes our ?liaisons? a little tricky. She?s tried it (black), and she?s definitely ?not going back.? 4905 1.31/512345