Green Eyes
Copyright© 2004 by Romangirl
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Ohmygod! What eyes! Green eyes! I've never seen a black guy with green eyes! A black hunk with green eyes! He looks like a kid. A high school athlete! Too bad I'm a happily married woman! This guy is drop dead gorgeous! He's noticed that I'm a bit unbuttoned!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa ft/ft NonConsensual Rape Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Rough Humiliation Sadistic Snuff Interracial Black Male White Female Violence
8:33 p.m. THE OFFICE
A long day! And no luck at all! Maybe becoming a real estate agent in Florida wasn't such a good idea!
Damn! Runny nose! Out of tissue! I'll use toilet paper.
How do I look? Full length mirror in the bathroom. Cool.
John will be home in a few hours. I've missed him. He's been out of town for a week. He's away too much! I'll pick up Rene at his mother's house, then head home.
Shit! My phone! Not now! I'm the only agent on duty!
"Gulf Coast Realty! This is Stefana Ruiz. Can I help you?"
"Stefana! This John Power. I saw your ad in the paper. And a very pleasant looking lady, I might add! I'm being transferred here from Washington, D.C, but I've only a few hours to look before I fly back. I'm wondering if you could show me a few homes near the causeway. Sorry to give you such short notice!"
Damn! Not now! Business has been dead all day, and now I get a call!
He likes my photo in the ad! A genuine client? Or just some asshole hoping to get a cheap thrill?
"Uh," I was just about to leave... Did you mean right now?"
Shit!
"Well, if that's inconvenient for you..." he's saying.
"No... no... "That will be fine. Anything in particular in mind?"
He reads off a few homes from my newspaper ad.
"I'd like to look at a place well away from other houses. I like my privacy.
Umm, there's a place I saw listed by another real estate company.
Could you show that to me?" he's asking.
Damn!
"Let me check to see if the house has a lockbox, and give you a call."
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I know that house. Huge! Expensive! It does have a lockbox.
Call him back.
"John, we can look at the house right now. It's been empty for about a month. It's really beautiful, and very private. "
"Can you pick me up in fifteen minutes at the Waterway Motel? I'll be outside," he replies.
Oh well, you never know! Maybe he's for real!
Do I look ok Wonder if he's young or old? He sounded young. Nice voice.
Sounds intelligent. Wonder if he's good looking? Stefana! Shame on you!
Love this full length mirror. Wish my breasts were bigger. But for a woman in her mid-thirties. I think I still look pretty good!
I just wish John weren't so damned tired all the time!
Sometimes I feel like he's losing interest in me!
Black pants with spaghetti-strap black tunic.
Hey, this client is John too! Another John!
I picked this for my John...
Hey! This guy is John, too!
This house is selling for a cool two million bucks. Nice commission for me! It's been a while! With the damned economy and hurricanes, sales are way down!
The black tunic show lots of chest!
Sexy! For this John!
Better pee real fast!
Car better start! A Lexus and it doesn't always start! Maybe it needs a new battery. Gotta tell the dealer!
It's starting! Yeah! Let's see, turn right on Atlantic, left on Palmetto.
I'm glad the motel is so close. Where is he?
Is that him?
He's black! A black man! Very light skinned!
A beautiful face!
Wow, Tall, slender, muscular!
Probably 30? Looks so young! I hope that's him! Pull over. Open the passenger window.
"John? John Power?"
"Stefana! Nice to meet you! Thank you so much for picking me up!"
"Hop in!" Nice to meet you, John."
Reach out and shake his hand!
Ohmygod! What eyes! Green eyes! I've never seen a black guy with green eyes! A black hunk with green eyes! He looks like a college athlete! A swimmer's build!
He likes what he sees, too! I think I look good! Five eight, slender, long dark hair.
Never done it with a black guy. Always wary of them.
I could never fall for a black guy!
Old saying.about them... slam bam thank you 'mam!
Are they really that big?
Silly! I'm happily married to my good looking Cuban American!!
"You have beautiful green eyes!" I say to him stupidly.
And then even more stupidly...
"Very unusual!"
"For a black man, I know," he answers cooly.
I am soooo embarassed!
"Nice Lexus!" he says.
"We're leasing it!" I respond.
"I'm rather new in the real estate business, and haven't quite earned enough to buy my own car!"
THE HOUSE
"You'll have all the privacy you need here! Several hundred feet to the next house!
Getting dark already! Big two-story home, still filled with luxurious furniture.
Unlock door. Damn!
Won't unlock!
I'm so nervous! Hope he doesn't notice!
I feel like a bumbling idiot!
He notices! He has a confident look on his face!
Like he always gets what he wants.
He opens the door for me.
Seagull Drive is so beautiful. Overlooking the causeway. Lots of big yachts sail by!
I wish we could live here! It would take a lot of fat commissions!
"Anybody home?" I call out.
The house has been uninhabited for a long time. Why haven't they taken the furniture?
Probably to show how inviting it looks!
No answer, of course!
"Cool!" he's saying. "I love it!"
But without emotion.
Instead of looking around, he's staring into my eyes.
Oh shit! Is that why he's here?
"Are you of Cuban heritage?" he asks.
"Very attractive!"
I feel my face flushing.
Oh God! Please don't! Please concentrate on selling him this house!
"No... I'm not," I answer nervously.
"My husband's parents were born in Cuba. They fled from Castro into Florida. But my parents are snowbirds from Ohio. Both their grandparents came from Italy. So I guess you'd say I'm a full blooded Italian-American!
"I should have known you were Italian," he says.
"Italian women are the most beautiful women in the world!
And they excude sexuality."
I can now recognize the Italian in your dark almond eyes! he says.
I shift my feet nervously.
"What's your husband's name?" he asks.
Why does he want to know?
" John. Like you.
Why so curious about me? Those eyes!
He never stops staring into my eyes!
Oh God, I think I feel wet!
He doesn't seem all that interested in the house.
"Lets look upstairs now, Stefana."
Oh God, not the bedrooms!
Ok, it has four enormous bedrooms!"
He's right behind me going upstairs! I can feel him staring at my buttocks and legs!
Men like my long legs, but why is he unnerving me... !
I avoid the bedrooms.
"This is the upstairs den..."
"Huge couch!" he observes.
"Of course the furniture isn't included!"
Oh God, no, those eyes! He's too close! Gotta move back!
Trembling! Mustn't!
I've backed into the couch!
I fall back onto it!
"You have children? he asks calmly.
He knows I'm excited! Oh God! What should I do?
"Yes!" a girl, thirteen!
"Is she as beautiful as you!"
Ye... yes. More so.
I see a brief image of him alone with my daughter!
Rene would swoon over him!
No!
Please, God! Make him stop staring into me! He's undressing me with his eyes!
Yes, I am wet!
I can feel it!
He notices! I know he does!
Oh God! Help me! Please!
I feel like a little butterfly entangled in a web.
He is a frightening spider crawling closer and closer!
I am his prey. He knows he will soon have me.
