From mrdouble@ix.netcom.com Wed Mar 19 23:27:20 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-pen-4.sprintlink.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!newsfeeds.sol.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: mrdouble@ix.netcom.com (Mr Double) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MRWADE.107 BY MASTER WADE Our Hershey Honey Date: Thu, 20 Mar 1997 04:27:20 GMT Organization: Rosa Lopez Internacial ( R.L.I. Industries) Lines: 310 Message-ID: <5gqeb3$rkd@dfw-ixnews3.ix.netcom.com> Reply-To: mrdouble@ix.netcom.com NNTP-Posting-Host: dal-tx2-24.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Wed Mar 19 10:27:15 PM CST 1997 X-Newsreader: Mr Double Agent x-no-archive: yes MRWADE.107 BY MASTER WADE Copyright 1992 By Wade Mondegam =============================================================== Our Hershey Honey Chapter One Rich chocolate. That's what her skin was like. It was especially like that on the insides of her thighs and across the tops of her full breasts. Creamy. Rich. Damn. I'd first seen her in the elevator of the local hospital. Her father was elderly and she was pushing his wheelchair for him, taking him to an appointment, it appeared. I was taken by the beauty of her face and the skill with which she used makeup. Her smile was engaging and I made no pretense of my enjoyment of her beauty. I smiled warmly at her and allowed my eyes to roam freely over her body. Either she would like that, or she wouldn't. Thankfully, she did. I wanted more than anything to ask for her phone number there in the elevator. Her wedding ring made it obvious that she was married, and I wasn't sure what her father would think of that my interest either, so I refrained. I had no idea if I would ever see her again or not, however, and the prospect of that seemed too displeasing to accept graciously. Rather than going my own way as the elevator doors opened, I followed her, doing my best to make it appear natural. She steered her father's wheelchair into the x-ray department and I entered behind them. After allowing her a chance to sign the register at the desk, I ask the attendant on duty if I could borrow a pen and piece of paper. Sitting down across from her and finding it a delightful place from which to observe her beautiful legs, I wrote her the following note: Hi! I've never done anything quite like this before, so if it fails I hope you'll believe me when I say that my appreciation of you is genuine. If you do, then that alone will have made writing this note worthwhile. I would approach you personally rather than writing, but out of respect for both you and your father I thought perhaps this was a better way to say hello. To make a long story short, you are one of the most striking and beautiful women I have ever seen. I am so taken by you that I simply could not allow you to go your way without at least letting you know how adorable I think you are. I realize that you're married, and it is certainly not my wish to offend you, but if there is any possible way that we could get to know each other better, I would love it, more than I know how to tell you. Please call me sometime at (703)-694-4623, or if you prefer you may leave me a note at the desk in the Administration office. Just leave the note for Wade...they'll know who it's for. I really hope you'll allow us to stay in touch. And I hope your father gets along well. He certainly has a beautiful daughter. I folded the note and returned the pen to the desk. I stepped the few feet to where she sat and handed her the note, smiling and then walked away before she could say anything. Later on that same day I got a call from my friend Ann. "Someone left you a note here in the office," she said. "Knowing you, I thought you might like to know. I probably don't have to tell you it was a woman, do I?" I coughed, nervously. "Well, I was hoping that there might be something there for me soon. I appreciate you calling, Ann." "I must say, you still have very good taste in women, Wade. Let me know how it goes, will you?" "With any luck, Ann, you'll be the first to know," I replied, smiling at her through the phone lines. "I hope that means what I think it means," she replied, eagerly. "Only time will tell. Keep your fingers crossed." "I will...you can bet I will! See ya!" "Bye, Ann." I stopped by the office later on that day and picked up the note. I waited until Ann had left purposely, not knowing for sure what the note might say. I sat in the privacy of my car and opened it, eager to see how the beautiful black woman had responded to my note. Hello to you too! Your note was just too precious not to respond to. It was very thoughtful of you to consider all the things you did, and to approach me in this way. I'm afraid my father is not particularly fond of white men having an interest in me, and he would not have appreciated a more personal approach. To be perfectly honest with you, I find the thought of getting to know you better very exciting. My husband would not be at all pleased if he knew I felt this way about it, but then nothing seems to please him very much anymore anyway. Luckily for me he is out of town alot on business, so it shouldn't be too hard for us to be able to spend some time together if you would like. I had already planned to have a drink or two at Granger's Lounge tonight around 7:00. If you can be there, we'll talk. Fair enough? Thanks again for the note. By the way, my name is Mimi. I hope to see you later. I was thrilled by the contents of the note. The only problem was that she had not given me a phone number and I realized that if I didn't meet her that evening at Granger's I'd have to depend on her calling me. Any other night it wouldn't have been a problem, but on this particular night I had a date with a long-legged blonde who had promised me a night I would never forget. It took me about thirty seconds to decide what to do. "Hi, Pam? Listen, honey, I'm afraid I've had something come up, and we'll have to get together another night. Can you give me a rain check?" "Are you serious? I was so looking forward to tonight! You'd better not be putting me off so you can be with some other blonde! Is that what this is all about?" "I promise you, Pam, I am NOT going to be with some blonde tonight. When is a good time for you, precious? How about tomorrow night?" "Yea. Tomorrow night is okay. Just don't push your luck, Wade, it isn't as if I have any trouble getting dates, you know." "I know, precious. I'll be there tomorrow night at 8:00." "Make it six. You owe me now." I grinned. "Six it is. Plan on staying up late, Pam." I got to Granger's just a little after seven, and found Mimi seated at the bar. Her back was to me, but from my vantage point I could see her crossed legs. She had changed since I saw her at the hospital and wore a much shorter dress, one that hid very little of her creamy thighs. I introduced myself and thanked her for her note and for suggesting we meet for drinks. Our conversation went smoothly. She was a very intelligent woman, and we had much to talk about on a variety of subjects. Time flew by and the "couple" of drinks she had intended to have turned out to be several more than that. I noticed that she was growing a bit tipsy, but I wasn't especially concerned. She surely didn't have to drive as far as I was concerned. She could ride with me anywhere she wanted to go. We moved to a table and enjoyed a delightful meal with each other. She was so easy to talk to and so good-natured that I began to feel as if we'd been friends for a very long time, rather than as if we had just met. The alcohol in her drinks had no negative effect on her, but only seemed to make her smoulder and become even sexier. "I'm really glad you could come," she said, smiling warmly at me and reaching across to lay her hand on mine. "I was afraid it was awfully short notice." "I wouldn't have missed it for anything. In fact, just so you'll know how much I wanted it, I broke a date in order to come." "A date with another black woman?", she asked, teasingly. I chuckled. "Nope, a blonde white girl with fantastic legs." "Better than mine?" "I haven't seen enough of yours yet to really answer that fairly," I said. "What I have seen is VERY impressive." "This girl you broke the date with...is she a lover of yours?" "Off and on, yes. Actually, she calls me about once every couple of months and suggests we get together. We've known each other for a long time." "But if you hadn't broken your date with her...you'd probably be in bed with her now?" "Yes." "I see." She thought for a moment. "Have you ever made love to a black woman before?" "Yes, once." "How was she?" "She was a delightful woman, very sexy, very hot." "Would you like to make love to me? Tonight?" "What will your husband and father think of that?" "If you don't show them the video, I promise I won't either." "I do believe you're serious." "I am. I want that blonde to be a fading memory after tonight, and I'm willing to bet she will be." "For a nice girl you sure do talk dirty." "For a dirty man you sure do talk nice. Take me somewhere." "Anywhere I want?" "Everywhere you want, if you play your cards right." Needless to say, we left Granger's immediately. She wasn't in any shape to drive so we left her car there and I drove us to my house, which was only a few miles away. "Goodness," she said, as we walked in the door, "you need a maid! Maybe I'll let you keep the white girl." I chuckled softly and pulled her to me, kissing her hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. She was molten, her body flowing against mine. It was as if I could feel every bit of her touching me. My hands slid down her back to her ass, and I took her cheeks in my hands. The dress was thin and I could tell immediately that her panties were very scanty ones. She moaned, encouraging me, and I worked the tight skirt up, exposing her from the waist down. She broke our kiss, her head falling to my shoulder as she reveled in the feelings she was having. "My ass rides high, doesn't it?", she sighed. "I love your hands on it." I spread her cheeks apart with my hands and could almost feel her lips parting. She began moving against me, working her hips. "I love your ass. It's so firm, so tight." "It's a black ass." "Yes, a hot black ass." "Fuck my hot black ass....please?" She was standing with her back to the couch that sat in the center of my living room. I released her asscheeks and turned her, bending her over the back of the couch. I tugged her tiny little red panties down, sliding them the length of her beautiful legs and off of one foot. She stepped a part slightly, opening her legs wider for me as she supported herself on the cushions of the couch. I had been hard all night, or at least it felt that way. Unzipping my pants I took my cock in hand and pressed it between her thighs, lifting it and wetting the head of it in her very wet pussy. She moaned hotly. I slapped one of her round asscheeks with my spare hand, causing her to moan again, then pushed the head of my white cock between the cheeks of her black ass. Just a little probing and I was in her, the head of my cock gliding into her tight little butthole. "Oh, yes!", she said, hotly, moving her ass back at me. "Fuck my ass...fuck it hard!" Slapping her other cheek smartly, I shoved my hips forward, driving my cock all the way in her delightful bottom. Back out quickly and then back in, all the way. Out and in, out and in, picking up tempo, fucking her harder and faster and faster. My orgasm came quickly, more quickly than I wanted it to, actually, but she was so tight, so tight and hot and good. I stayed inside her for a long time afterward, holding her hips and just looking at her bent over the back of the couch. Finally I grew soft and slid from her tight little cum-filled anus. She stood and turned quickly, kissing me again. "Are you done with your black girl now?", she asked teasingly. "I've only begun with you, you beautiful woman. Now I want to make love to you." I took her hand and led her toward the bedroom. The night was still young. Continued in Chapter two -- Double For Nothing!! Tricks For Free!!! http://www.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There....