Eight months, eleven days and four hours. That is how long it has been since I last saw Desmond. That is how long it has been since the last time I felt his lips or felt his succulent, chocolate skin. As the warm water from the shower trickled down my most intimate parts, I missed him even more.
Desmond is in the military. The Army to be exact. He is one of the many sent to Iraq to help find these imaginary weapons of mass destruction. That damned Bush! He took my man away from me. It has been nearly impossible to find things to occupy my mind in Desmond’s absence. Gas is so fucking high, you can’t go anywhere! The economy is suffering as a direct result. Shit, give me a bowlegged camel, a shot gun, some reeboks and a Red Bull and I will find Bin Laden’s ass!
I reached for the shower knob and turned off the shower. I thought I could wash away this anger mixed with lust. My fingers were wrinkled from my long stint in the shower. What a feeble attempt to cleanse my desires. I stepped onto the plush rug and grabbed my towel. The mirror was fogged up from the hot water I used. Desmond used to tell me that he refused to shower with me.
“You will scald a brother!” he would say.
I missed his smile. I missed his off beat sense of humor. No one would have ever put the two of us together as an item. He was always the life of the party. Undeniably, he was an extrovert. Me, I would prefer slinking off into a quiet corner alone. Maybe even a quiet corner with Desmond by my side. He brought me out of my shell. The few friends I had here in Augusta were other military wives. Every other weekend Desmond and I would host barbecues or spades parties. Desmond had a lot of friends stationed at Fort Gordon. Everyone Desmond met was a friend; never had he met a stranger. With one flash of his gorgeous smile, you were a friend for life.
I wiped the fog off of the mirror. My two carats shined brightly under the lights. A warmth came over my body as I reminisced about our justice of the peace wedding. He caught me completely off guard. A proposal and a marriage the same day! How could I say no to him? I knew from the moment I met him that I was to spend the rest of my life with him. We dated for only six months before we were married. Two weeks after our marriage Desmond was sent to Iraq.
“Fucken’ Bush!” I muttered aloud.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was not going to let myself go while he is away. I would not cheat like most military wives around here. I was going to stay true and faithful to my man. Although I was so hot that I could probably cook an egg between my legs, I was not going to solicit outside help to get me over the hump. I had witnessed too many wives sneaking stray men in the back door while their husband left for orders elsewhere. It would be another battery operated lover tonight.
I dragged my still damp body into the bedroom. It was so hot. I don’t remember summer nights in Brooklyn being as hot as this. I slept naked while Desmond was away. If he were here, I would have not even come out of the bathroom with something on. He always assured me that my body looked great and I should not cover it. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. Or maybe love is just blind.
I lay across our king sized bed, spread eagle. The ceiling fan provided little comfort in cooling my burning body. The hot, Georgia heat combined with my horniness was taking its toll on me. I closed my eyes and tried to drift off into dream world.
My peace was interrupted by the loud muffled voices from next door. I hated how thin these walls were in these apartments. I could hear the southern drawl of my neighbor, Ilene, another military wife. The male voice did not sound like her husband, Greg, at all. Maybe it was her television. Ilene did not seem like the cheating type. She was so quiet and rarely made appearances at any of the gatherings. The voices grew louder. I hate these thin ass walls! I tried to put a pillow over my head. After a minute I knew it was too hot to attempt that.
The voices grew even louder. It sounded as though Ilene and the male were arguing. Usually I would not be so nosey, but I grabbed the glass that once held a few ice cubes off of my nightstand. I swallowed the room temperature water, crawled up to my headboard and put my glass against the wall. I used the glass to search for a spot on the wall where I could better hear them. Bingo! We have contact!
“Is this how you are gonna act Ilene!” I heard the male yelling “You just gonna act like there is nothing between us?”
“Charles, I told you that I am through with this. This time I am going to do right! It makes me feel awful knowing that I am doing this to Greg while he is away. I have to say no this time Charles!” Ilene replied.
I furrowed my brow listening to this dialogue. I could not believe that Ilene was a cheating bitch. Damn. Greg was such a nice guy.
“So th-that’s it? Th-that’s the end?” the man, Charles, stuttered.
“That’s it Charles. Now will you leave?” Ilene said.
There was a long silence. I could picture Ilene standing there like Scarlett O’hara, looking all innocent and southern belle like. I pictured Charles as a black, defeated Rhett. I rolled my eyes at the scene.
I was startled by a loud bump against the wall and a scuffle. If that motherfucker is hitting her I am calling the cops! I grabbed my cellular off of the nightstand, pulled my towel tightly around me and ran to the back door. Our porches were adjoining. Both our bedroom windows could be seen from back here. I carefully stepped my bare feet through the wet grass and crotched down near a bush outside of their bedroom window.
I planted myself against the brick wall; trying to be sure I was not heard nor seen.
“So you are just going to take it Charles! You are just going to take my pussy!” Ilene yelled.
Not on my watch! I fidgeted with the phone in the dark and dialed 9-1-1. My finger hovered over the “call” button on the phone to complete my rescue mission.
“Take it then Charles! Take it!” Ilene yelled.
I could hear the desire in Ilene’s voice. My nipples immediately stiffened. This bitch did not need to be rescued. She needed to be fucked, just like me!
“Take it daddy! Take it!”
I inched a little closer to the window and stood on my toes to try and peer in. I could see Ilene leaning against her bed in her pink nightie. Her butter pecan colored, full ass was perched in the air revealing her pussy. I sometimes had to nudge Desmond when I caught him staring a little too long at her ass when he thought I was not looking. I hated her ass.
To my shock, Charles was a white man. He was a very attractive, well built white man if I must say so myself. I could see that he had dark brown hair. His jaw-line was squared like a male model’s. He reminded me of a Ken doll.
“Take it! Take your pussy!” Ilene pleaded again.
Charles stood there staring at Ilene’s sexy ass. He looked as though he was trying to burn this scene in his memory. He quickly tore off his shirt, revealing his well defined abs. Damn he is fine! I could feel the moisture building up between my thighs. I have never been with a white man, but he was sexy enough to change a sister’s mind.
He slid his pants slowly down his muscular thighs. I gasped slightly at the huge bulge that was being constrained by his blue briefs. I guess it is a myth. Wow. He walked over to Ilene and grabbed a hand full of her curly brown hair. He wrapped her hair around his hand like it was a reign. He pulled her head back by her hair and slid his hand under her chin. I could see her eyes closed tightly in mirror’s reflection. Her full lips were parted.
“I am not going to take it. You are going to give it to me” Charles said in her ear.
Ilene reached behind her and grabbed at his briefs. She grabbed the band of his briefs and began sliding them down. Charles held tight his reign on her hair. Ilene was able to slide his briefs down past his thighs in the position she was in. I was proud of her. His rock hard dick rested on her ample ass.
“Give it to me Ilene.” Charles taunted.
Ilene wiggled her ass around trying to get the head of his dick near her pussy. Her booty jiggled the more she moved. Charles offered her no assistance at all. He stood there patiently waiting for her pussy to find his cock. Ilene continued to wiggle until she found what she was searching for. The head of dick rested on her left butt cheek. She shook her hips, pushed herself back and spread her legs. Charles’ dick fell into place. Ilene let out a relived sigh and pushed her pussy onto his dick. Charles head fell back in his enjoyment. In his elated state, he still kept hold of Ilene’s hair.
Ilene thrust her body back wildly sliding Charles dick in and out of her. I found myself caressing my inner thigh, being turned on by what I was witnessing. My fingers made their way into my very wet love. I hungrily pushed my index finger deep inside, attempting to mimic the sensation Ilene was feeling. I knew I couldn’t. She had atleast eight inches of thick man meat inside of her. I had maybe three inches of thin finger inside of me. For now this will have to do.
She kept throwing her pussy back against Charles, throwing him off balance. He parted his legs to regain his composure. I could see the creaminess of her desires coating his penis in the reflection. I pounded my pussy hard with my finger.
Charles let go of Ilene’s hair, grabbed her waist and pulled her off of his dick. It seemed as though her pussy was swallowing him. I stopped fingering my pussy and kneeled a little lower. I could still see them, but I wanted to be sure they did not see me.
“Why did you stop me? Why did you stop me! I was about to cum Charles!” Ilene yelled frantically.
Charles turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. She lay on her back. Their eyes were intensely staring at each other.
“I want to taste you chocolate, baby.” Charles replied.
My pussy became even wetter and chills crept up my spine. That was such a sexy thing to say!
Charles knelt down in front of the bed. He placed his hands on her succulent thighs. Ilene attempted not to let him in, but Charles forced her legs open. She tried to crawl backwards away from him, but he pulled her forward.
“You know you want to give it to me. Don’t be mean.” He said.
She let the weight of her body rest on her elbows. Charles spread her legs wider. He leaned close to her flower and inhaled. He seemed to enjoy the scent. I realized my mouth was open awaiting his next move. He gently kissed her inner thigh. Ilene moaned. Her eyes had a heavy, intoxicated look. I could imagine that she was intoxicated from his lips kissing her thighs. I imagined her clitoris was throbbing, waiting for it’s turn with his lips. Wanting to be touched by his tongue.
Charles continued to nibble at Ilene’s thighs. He nibbled her right thigh. His lips moved downward. I waited with abated breathe for his lips to grace her lips. I could see Ilene’s belly cave in from taking a deep breath. She waited too for his lips to touch hers. Teasingly, he moved to her left thigh and repeated his nibble. I could barely hold my breath any longer, when Charles lips finally kissed hers. Ilene let out a deep sigh.
Charles moist tongue slid slowly over Ilene’s pussy. He worked his tongue like an artist. He licked her outer lips, taking his time. Ilene moaned with so much passion. Her hips swiveled to accommodate his motion. She watched him as he licked at her pink pussy. She jumped each time his tongue tantalized another location.
I traced my index fingers over my outer lips. I moaned thinking about how Charles’ tongue would feel. I was so envious of Ilene right now. My finger played over my engorged lips. My clitoris ached to be stroked, but I refused. I wanted to experience the same pleasurable torture as Ilene.
Charles used his finger to hold Ilene’s lips back. Her pussy was shining from its wetness. Her clitoris stood at attention. He stuck his long tongue out and gently licked her clitoris. Ilene clenched the bed sheets and let out an “Oooooooooo”. Her breathing became more panicked at each stroke of his tongue. Her stomach caved. She pulled her nightie down revealing her heaving breast. She pinched at her nipples as he gave her pussy his love kisses. Charles let his tongue flicker over her clit. Ilene’s legs began to shake. She scooted closer to Charles’ face. His tongue flickered faster over her clit. Her legs shook harder.
I let my ring, index and middle finger have a field day with my pussy. My index and middle finger massaged my pussy lips. My middle finger stroked passionately at my clit. I watched intently through half closed eyes at what Charles was doing.
Ilene could not take it anymore. She made a weak attempt to peddle backwards, away from Charles’ tongue. His arms slid under her ass and wrapped around her legs. He held her legs apart and continued to work on his masterpiece. Ilene shook violently and fell back on the bed. Charles’ raised his meal closer to his face and devoured all of the juices of her cum. Ilene’s head thrashed back and forward, her hair flying everywhere.
“Please stop! Please!” Ilene begged.
Charles finally let go of his prisoner. He stood up in front of Ilene. She lay there in the fetal position, eyes tightly closed. He pulled Ilene closer to him and spread her legs yet again. His curved dick was at full attention. He pulled her slid inside. Ilene seemed to be revived. Her legs latched onto his shoulders. She used her shoulders to gain leverage and rode his dick from this position. She bounced up and down on his dick, legs clinging tightly to his broad muscular shoulders. Charles held onto her ass cheeks and enjoyed the ride.
I finally allowed my clit to feel the sensation of my fingers. My pussy was so wet. My towel fell to my feet. I didn’t care. I continued to massage my slippery clit. Maybe Charles and I will release the built up orgasm at the same time. I imaged how good his dick must be feeling to Ilene. I dug deep inside of my pussy. I moaned and groaned lightly. I mouthed “fuck me” as I watched his ass move back and forth, diving into Ilene’s pretty wet pussy. I could see the muscles of his back tense. I let “Come for me Charles!” escape from my lips. I penetrated my soul deeper and deeper, using more fingers. Come for me Charles!
Charles started to grind faster into Ilene’s pussy. She bounced faster on his dick. He stood strong with her legs wrapped around his neck. I could see the odd faces he was making. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a loud growl. Ilene released her grip on his neck and plopped back on the bed. Charles released his cum all over Ilene’s belly. Her butter pecan complexion was coated with his white, sticky cream.
I decided it was okay to let my orgasm be free. I frantically massaged my clitoris and dug into my pussy. I could feel the orgasm building up in my belly. I tried to think of Desmond being the one to bring this desire out of me, but Charles’ face kept replacing his. I am not physically cheating with Charles, so I guess it is okay to let him star in my fantasy. I sucked in my breath as my body prepared for its climax.
“Ma’am?”
I was startled by a male’s voice behind me. I turned around and immediately shielded my eyes from the brightness of the police officer’s flashlight. I stood there, stark naked, peering into my neighbor’s window and playing in my pussy. This could not be good.
“Oh my God! What is going on?” I could hear Ilene’s voice say. She was now at the window wrapped in a bed sheet. Her eyes got huge when they landed on me.
“Seems as though we have a peeping Tom, or should I say Tomasina situation.” the younger officer smirked.
“Do you mind grabbing your towel there, miss?” the older officer asked.
Their eyes were glued on my naked body. In the embarrassment of the situation, I completely forgot I was still without cover. If my dark brown skin were capable, I would be blushing red now.
“Can you tell us what you were doing ma’am?” The older officer asked.
“I-I…” I stammered. My mouth was moving but nothing else would come out.
“She lives next door. Her name is Vivica. She uh-she came over to use my hot tub and realized she forgot her towel. We didn’t think anyone would be out this late, so she ran over to get a towel.” Ilene’s eyes darted from me to the officers as she spewed this unbelievable story. “The poor thing, she forgot her keys!”
Ilene disappeared in the window and came back jingling a set of keys. I hesitantly accepted them from her. The cops looked at us in disbelief. I clutched the keys to my chest like they were my last friend in this world.
“Well, someone dialed 9-1-1. The operator answered but no one said anything.” The younger officer pointed his flashlight to the grass beneath my feet. “Might that be your cell phone, Vivica?”
I nodded like a child just caught with its hand in the cookie jar. I quickly snatched it up.
“Well, since everything is okay here. We will leave you ladies to your hot tub.” The older officer said dryly.
“Thank you for protecting and serving us! Thank you!” Ilene said nervously.
I tried not to make eye contact with Ilene as I handed her the keys. I quickly ran to my door and slid inside. I was sweating profusely. I could not believe what just happened! Oh my God! I am sure those cops think I am a pervert. I bet Ilene thinks I am an even bigger freak! I was thankful she did not narc me out to the cops. The hot tub? Forgot her towel? Absurd! But the police swallowed the story. I wonder how much of my public display of self gratification they saw.
I flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed the half full bottle of Grey Goose. I normally would drink it with plenty of orange juice. I turned the bottle up and drained it. I could feel the burn in my chest. Maybe I could drink away this night.
After about thirty minutes I was a little drunk. I fell fast asleep.
*************
I awoke to the laughter of Whoopi Goldberg on The View. It was past noon! My neck felt sore from my crashing on the couch. I could hear the mailman sliding mail in the box near my door. I staggered to my feet and headed to the door. I opened the door and was assaulted by the bright sun. I felt like a vampire. I tried to reach just my arm out to grab the mail out of the box. It was not happening. I gave in and came out to retrieve my mail. I was so embarrassed to see Ilene standing there with a broad smile on her face.
“Good morning neighbor!” she beamed.
I could have died on the spot.
“Good morning,” I muttered “about last night. I-“
Ilene put her hand up to stop me from talking.
“It is lonely in this place all by yourself while our husbands are away. Sometimes it leads us to do some rather unconventional things.” She smirked.
I nodded and turned to go back into my apartment.
“Hey!” Ilene said.
I turned to look at her.
“Our little secret. Right?.” Ilene winked at me.
