I actually thought of just plunging right in with this tale, and letting the light of dawn come upon all of you slowly but fear to be quite so cavalier and obtuse with my tales. I'll trot out the 'persona' by way of a slight introduction so that you know from the beginning what the mixture is for this mis-adventure of the human heart, mind and body.
This is the story of some friends whose worlds are about to collide and, in the collision, provide earth shaking results for at least two of those involved. You see, I'm not sure that Leon did much more than get his jolly rocks off with a lovely, cushy white woman. (But more of that later, I guess)
So it's first of all about a friend, Nancy Walker. Nancy is fairly typical:
Rushing to middle age at her present tender age of 38. She's repressed in a specifically sexual way. Married to Wayne, who being considerably older, doesn't figure in the tale very much, except by his absence--he being a traveller for business and very comfortable in his life style, and having no clue at all that his moist, and ready wife is suffering from sexual neglect and an over abundance of sexual fantasies, to accompany that neglect. At lest no clue until later.
And then there is the child, the dame of the rebellion, Wendy; and let's say that she is also fairly typical but in a bit of an unusual way:
Wendy is a rebellious 14 going on 36; totally sure that she should actually be the Momma in the situation; she is usually, as she is right now, grounded or a reasonable facsimile thereof. She has a bead on her mother, however but not for only daughter-mother typical reasons. Wendy monitors, on the sly of course, her Mom's internet use and knows, has the proof, that our Nancy trolls chat sites like 'Mother, My I', and 'Younger Guys For Older Women', and 'Mommie Sluts'. (Oh Dear!) She also has a definite tag on the place where her mom stores the vibrators and such sex toys as she enjoys, in older, much older Wayne's absence, and has even snooped her way into Nancy's stash of photos of her doing the nasty with her mouth with the neighbor: Mr. Anderson.
That is to say:
Wendy has the goods on Nancy and is bright enough and bold enough to just be looking for the right time and way to assert herself and become the real dominant force in the house! (A real possibility! You think?)
And then there is Leon. Much less complicated in an essential way. Leon is really good at what he does:
Which is to look for, select and monitor a white woman. His selections have a pattern that Leon knows will work for him just about every time.
And yes, the pattern:
Older white woman, a little nervous, definitely nice big ass--(Let me break in and say that Nancy sported size 7 panties, which in her book means she has an ass that's too big but in Leon's means that she is a 'ripe Momma'!)
Once Leon has noticed and selected, he becomes a keen observer and starts to work out his plot so that he will end precisely where he wants to be:
Alone at home with a seemingly neglected white woman, who will not do too much moaning and groaning before she takes a turn on his big black cock.
And Leon noticed and has studied our Nancy. The only fly in his ointment, which he didn't recognize before, is Wendy, who at the time of Leon's preliminary work is so grounded, she seethingly spits out 'for the last time'--and she might be right--that she doesn't even fly high enough for his radar to detect her.
SETTING X 3:
Leon stayed safely behind her. He'd been shadowing her for about a week now and knew about her schedule, where she lived, the fact that it was nicely secluded, and therefore very good for his purposes, when her elderly husband was home--not now, of that he was certain. He'd been gathering all the information that he thought that he'd need.
He'd been attracted to her right from the beginning. To him she seemed to have the whole package in so many ways. She had short frosted hair, so she hadn't given up on trying for a good 'look' for herself. She wore her pants fairly tight but not provocatively tight. That showed him that she was not out of the hunt but was at least slacking off a bit, he guessed due to a general lack of interest. Her tits were not huge, not big enough to attract a lot of attention, and he thought that she probably resented that. But he liked them, just enough bounciness to them, and, when he'd been observing, he noticed her nipples hardening periodically on their own. He knew that was a good sign. But the big thing, the nice thing was her ass. The way the cheeks jutted out just a bit from her waist, and the bounce to her ass cheeks. He knew just from experience that she probably thought that she had too big an ass, and that was what kept her from being pursued. But he also knew that she was wrong.
He knew that Nancy Walker, he'd gotten her name during his surveillance time these past days, wasn't just sure if she wanted another man. He suspected that she was doing something with someone. There were signs. He noticed the way that she looked him over, during the one time that he made sure that he came into her field of consciousness.
No, Nancy Walker was longing, maybe even subconsciously, for someone to want her, really want her, and she was beginning to think that it wasn't going to happen. There was that telltale look of not caring that appeared at the very edge of her appearance. He could spot it on anyone.
For him, he thought, after great reflection, Nancy Walker was the one.
He was pleased too that she didn't notice him. But he dressed to not be really noticed. He didn't portray the big bad black man. He went for a yuppie look, knowing that yuppie blacks are overlookable, just like white men who can fade into a background.
Nancy Walker never knew that she was in his sights.
"But this is the day," he said to himself. "She'll find out today that she is in my sights; that's for sure!"
Leon grinned at himself, when he said that. He treated himself then to a favorite fantasy, it was always the same one, when he was on the verge of moving in on a conquest:
"White middle aged woman, kneeling, down to maybe panties and opening her mouth wide to receive his cock, tongue out and active, eyes wide and on him, no more will of her own, just a kneeling, wanting, ready white female cock sucker eager for his black dick"
This was the fantasy mantra that he allowed himself, as he left the store.
Nancy finished her shopping and was pleased that she'd had the opportunity. Wendy lately had become such a pill, and Wayne was gone again on a business trip. He always promised to stop so much traveling, since he was so up in age but she knew how much he loved it, and didn't say anything.
Meanwhile she felt that she'd kind of been left on the vine. Here she was pushing 40, a husband almost 30 years older, and a daughter who was disrespectful, argumentative, and a handful and she was feeling under appreciated and worn out.
She didn't even look forward any more to Johnny Anderson. He seemed exciting at the beginning but now it was mainly getting together quickly in dark places for the blow jobs that his wife didn't seem to want to give him.
Yes, she gave them and gladly, not yielding to the temptation to admit even to herself that she loved, just loved having a cock in her mouth. But increasingly she was realizing that there was nothing in it for her, certainly no fulfillment.
And her ass had gotten so big and she was just disgusted. She put the brakes on at that point and tried to stop herself from having the pity party.
"After all," she said to herself, "I'm out, even if it's only for groceries and it's kind of a free time. At least here at the store I don't have to deal with Wendy's moods."
So, she straightened her shoulders and tried to look pleasant, although there were hardly any good looking men around to notice at all, except for that nice looking black man. But she once again had the feeling that any real looking around on her part was futile. She wasn't, didn't attract men! She just didn't.
"Hell," she thought, "I don't even attract Wayne any more!"
Then she realized what she was doing and once again she tried to stop her being so maudlin about it. She put as much swing in her walk as she could, as she went toward the check out lines.
"Not that it's going to do me any good!" she thought ruefully.
But Leon did notice.
"Woman's trying for one last desperate signal to any cruising men with that wiggle in her gait."
He also knew that she'd decide it was futile before long. Then he smiled to himself and said:
"That's okay, Momma; I'll put some wiggle in your step tonight alright."
He was softly humming to himself the song "Tonight," as he left the store, ahead of Nancy and went to his car, parked not too far from hers and waited for her, to follow her home and do his 'thing' with her.
Wendy was thinking that she had to do something soon. She knew that she'd come up with something that would solve the problem and get the old lady once and for all in a position from which she could be handled, managed.
"After all," she mused to herself, "This constant being 'grounded' shit is for the birds! And I'm going to make sure it changes. And then, who knows what the possibilities are, especially with the way our Nancy thinks!"
.... There is more of this story ...