1. Rosemary


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: mitchawa, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    you?” Rosemary grinned from ear to ear and indicated the empty chair. He sat. “Mrs. Wolfe, I apologize for being both rude and forward when you were here last. I hope you accept my apology?” Rose was impressed with the introduction, by his words, and his sincerity. “It’s a pleasure for me to meet you Mr. Reynolds, and am pleased you’d like to join me.” she said gracefully. Up close, in his outfit, and the sheen of perspiration on his face and head were sexy. She felt like a teenager with a great deal of fear talking with a handsome younger man. The first black man, with whom, she’d ever had a meaningful conversation. "Did Khristian give you my name, before the very nice and unexpected introduction?” “No, she didn’t break her confidence with you. I found out from the members of the group. They told me you’ve been coming fairly regularly for about a year and a half, always on Friday. They also mentioned how beautiful and how well dressed you were.” “I’m shocked they knew me and noticed the details of my clothing. After all, I’ve never spoken to any of them. Please thank them for me,” she blushed. “I can tell from your beautiful accent that you’re a native. I’m from New York City” He stared into her smoldering brown eyes. She returned his stare. “I knew you weren’t from here because of your accent and your vocabulary. You also have nice manners, even though sometimes belatedly.” She smiled at him differently than she did four weeks ago. “Thank you. Since we’re trading ...
    compliments. I was instantly attracted to you the first time I saw you sitting in that very chair.” “I find you attractive too, but I’m a married woman with four children.” She looked at his hands. “I assumed you were married because of the rings, but I’m surprised that someone with your shape has given birth to four children.” “It’s true, there are thirteen, eleven, nine, and seven: boy, girl, boy, girl, and I’ve been married for fifteen years. “Are you disturbed or distracted by me?” he asked. “No, why do you ask?” “You never look directly art me, and I don’t believe your shy.” “I’m sorry, but I’ve never had a conversation with a handsome black man before.” She looked him directly into his eyes and smiled “I’ve changed the subject. You and your husband must have planned the spacing of your children.” He held up four long fingers. Yes, we did, we wanted them close together, so when Sally goes to the first grade next year I can go to work.” “You’re probably going to work to have the money when they all start college.” Donavon continued to study Roses face and hint of cleavage. “You’re very perspective for a man your age.” She looked away. “How old do you think I am?” “My guess would in your late twenties.” She finished her drink. “You’re right on the money. My break is almost over are you going to stay for our next break?” “I’m about to leave. I have a weekend of soccer.” She spread her hands in the shape of a ball. “I’m sorry to hear that, but I look forward to speaking with you ...
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