This story is a work of fiction. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any of the acts depicted in this story.

Despite the short distance I still managed to get drenched running from my car into my apartment. The driving rain soaked through my clothes, leaving me soggy and wet. Fortunately I managed to shield my pizza, keeping it warm and mostly dry.

My wet clothes got left in a heap by the front door. Screw it, I’d deal with them later, right now I had a pizza, beer, and a ball game in mind. I put on a dry pair of boxers and flopped down on the sofa. No sooner had I lifted the lid on my box then poof - out went the lights.

I let out a string of obscenities, making my way to the window. The street lights across the road were still on, letting in some meager light into my place, but it appeared as if my whole apartment complex was in the dark. Letting out a sigh, I decided not to be deterred. I still had a nice hot dinner, cold beer, and even though I couldn’t see the game I could still listen in on my small radio, which I always kept fresh batteries in for just such an emergency.

The phone rang, interrupting my search for the radio. “Hey Joey, is your power out too?”

“Yeah Keisha, looks like the whole complex.” Keisha was my next door neighbor, she and her husband Carl lived on the backside of the building. They were both African-American, he being a doctor in residence. I’d had the hots for Keisha for a while, she was about 5’6, with skin the color of creamy cocoa. Very pretty face and quite chesty, DD cup easy. Her butt was full and round without being out of proportion. I’d often dreamed of kneading her fleshy ass in my hands. She was fairly average in weight, not thin but not fat either.

“Dammit. You think it’ll be on soon?” she replied.

“In this weather? No way, not before morning. Why, what’s the matter.”

I heard an audible sigh. “It’s just that, well this was my first night alone in a long time. Carl is out of town at that convention I mentioned yesterday. I’d planned on a nice bubble bath then cook myself a hot dinner. Now I can’t see squat, batteries in the damn flashlight are dead. I only found the fucking phone because I tripped over it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Look, I have a hot pizza up here, Why not come up and share?”

I heard some hesitation in her voice. “Um, well, all I have on right now is my bathrobe, is that OK?”

Hell yes! Well, that’s what I thought, what I said was “Sure, no prob, if you don’t mind my boxers I won’t mind your robe.”

“Deal! I’ll be right up.”

I lit a candle and put it on the floor next to the pizza. I then had to rush to the door to let Keisha in, lest she get soaked even in the covered walkway. She greeted me with an enthusiastic smile, a bottle of wine in hand. “I managed to find it on the way out, thought we might as well enjoy ourselves.”

“Great!” I said, not about the wine but rather her outfit. When she said robe, I expected an old pink terrycloth thing that went to the floor. Instead her robe was of white silk. Short sleeved, it barely went past her pretty fanny. Her long legs stuck out sexily, and the plunging neckline revealed a lot of cleavage. I’ll say it again. Great.

We made small talk for the next hour or so, munching down pizza and consuming wine. Although she was an excellent conversationalist, I had problems keeping my mind off her legs and tits. Her robe had slid open even more, revealing quite a bit of those luscious breasts. Thus she took me a little off guard when she asked “So, who is the woman in your life?”

“Huh?” I stammered, “No one. I’m not seeing anyone right now.”

“Oh Joey, you don’t have to be shy, I’ve heard you.”

“Huh?” I said again. I was really confused. “What do you mean you heard us?”

“Well ... our bathroom butts up to your bedroom. When it’s real quiet late at night, and I sit on the edge of the tub, I can make out what’s going on. I know I shouldn’t, but damn Joey you are hot.”

“Oh.” I got a little embarrassed. “Uh, well, um you see it wasn’t a woman you heard. Not a live one anyway. I guess you heard one of my DVDs.”

Now it was her turn to get a little embarrassed. “Oh!” She was quiet for a moment then said “ ... So you were...”

“Having a date with Rosie Palm and her five sisters.” Keisha let out a hearty laugh at that which seemed to break the tension. I couldn’t help but laugh as well. I guess the wine was making us giggly.

“Well that’s cool.” she said finally. “Hell, we all gotta find relief. Can I tell you something, just between us?” When I assured her she could, she continued. “Well, while you were doing it to yourself, I was down in the bathroom doing it to myself.”

“Really? Wow, I figured with a stud like Carl you’d never get any rest.”

“Well ... OK, promise this too remains between us?”

“That and anything else you say the rest of the night.”

She took a deep breath and said “Carl is a nice guy, but he’s a shitty lover.”

“Huh, I figured, you know, being athletic and all ... he’d have a big ... well...”

“Oh, he’s got a big cock. But having it and knowing what to do with it are two different things. He rolls on, slams it in me with no foreplay, and in 4 or 5 strokes he’s getting off. I’m left sore, and unsatisfied. And blowjobs! Let’s not even talk about blowjobs. I can barely get my mouth around him. You know what?”

“What?” I answered, although I don’t think she needed my urging to continue.

“Just once I’d like to do it with a guy who had a nice average cock. Not too small, but not a horse dick either. Something I could get into my mouth without choking, or let fuck me without feeling like I’m being impaled.”

Without thinking I blurted out “Well, if I can be of any help, I’m just a humble average white guy...”

We sat staring at each other, suddenly aware of the sexual tension that had built up. Keisha was suddenly breathing heavy, her chest moving up and down under her silky robe.

“You mean...” she said very quietly, “you ... and me...” I nodded, saying nothing. We sat there in silence, it seemed like eternity but was only two minutes at most. Our eyes were locked the entire time.

Without a word, Keisha undid the tie on her robe. She opened it, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Wow, what a body, her nipples were dark and thick, and her pussy was shaved bare. As she leaned over to kiss me, we got to our knees as if by mutual consent.

Holding each other closely, our tongues danced in each others mouths. Her giant breasts squished against my chest. One of her hands slid between us, feeling my manhood through my boxers. Her other arm was holding me close. My hands were wrapped around her, finally getting to live the long held fantasy of grabbing handfuls of that awesome ass.

We kissed for several more minutes before she broke it off. “Stand up.” she said quietly. “I want to pull these off.” I did as ordered, standing before her with a huge tent in my boxers. Slowly, she slid my shorts down and off, my cock now dangling free before her pretty face.

“Well? How’s that for nice and average?”

“Beautiful.” she said, kissing the tip of my penis. “You have a beautiful cock.” As she kissed my dick Keisha was also pushing me back toward the sofa. I sat down, leaning back so she could have full access to my fun parts. Once I was comfy she leaned in and practically inhaled my pecker.