The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 5 (61 page)

“So what kind of fish do you catch here?”

“Drum. Redfish. Trout.” Freddie finally looked at my face. “Sometimes even flounder.” He lifted his line out of the water, checked his bait and put the line back in.

Freddie continued stealing peeks at my panties as he fished. I looked around and made sure we were alone before slowly removing my shoes, one at a time, crossing my legs like a man as I did. With my shoes off, I raised my knees high again and made sure my skirt opened all the way. I like wearing wraparound skirts because they are cool and breezy. I’ve had plenty experience sitting and keeping them closed. Except for this day, when I worked at my best to open it.

I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I grabbed my camera and changed the film. Folding my legs, I sat cross-legged, like an Indian, placing the camera in my lap. Sitting like that caused my skirt to open to the waist. I could see, as I changed the film that my panties were totally exposed. My full mat of dark pubic hair was easily distinguishable beneath my sheer panties. And, since I’m Italian and somewhat hairy, a great deal of my pubic hair was sticking out the side of my panties. I could feel Freddie’s eyes right on my crotch, especially when I finished with the camera and put it aside and leaned back on my hands.

My heart raced as I sat with the entire front of my panties exposed to Freddie’s peering gaze. After a full minute, I decided it was time to increase the heat. I reached over and pretended to scratch my inner thigh. Then I pulled my panties aside a little and toyed with them. Freddie quit pretending he wasn’t looking.

I grinned. “I’m sure y’all have seen a woman’s panties before.”

I moved my fingers to the top of my bikini panties and pulled them up as if to straighten them. That only succeeded in exposing more of my dark pubic hair. I felt very naughty.

“It’s so hot,” I complained.

Freddie suggested I take a dip in the bay.

“That’s OK,” I said.

He decided a demonstration was in order and jumped into the dark brown water. I turned my legs to him and wiggled to the edge of the bank, letting my feet soak in the warm water, all the way to my knees.

Freddie swam back to me. I lifted my butt and pulled my skirt completely out from under me. Then I moved my knees apart to allow him a better view of my crotch as he swam up and stared. Freddie startled me when he touched my foot.

I yanked it back and then laughed.

“Thought it was a crab.”

I put my foot back in the water. Freddie tickled it and I pulled it away again. He reached for my other foot; it didn’t take long to realize he was pulling my feet apart to open up my legs. I leaned back and let him, asking him not to tickle me, but telling him he could rub my tired, hot feet. He did just that, massaging my toes as he spread my legs.

I had him where I wanted him, at my feet. Then again, he had my legs where they wanted them, open.

Freddie moved between my legs and splashed a light spray of water on the front of my panties.

“That feels good,” I purred.

The warm water cooled my super-heated crotch. He lifted a handful of bay water and poured it there.

Massaging my foot, Freddie’s face crept closer, just inches from my crotch as he stared at my panties. He lifted another handful of water to drop on my crotch. I leaned back on my elbows and turned my face to the sun again. Freddie poured more water on my panties, and when I looked back I could see his head between my open legs, ogling my wet panties. I’d seen wet T-shirt contests on TV, but I never expected to be the feature attraction of a wet panty show.

Even from my angle I could see my soaked panties hid little.

Freddie began to drop water on my thighs, all the way down to my knees and then rubbed the water against my skin, his fingers rolling up my thighs until he reached my panties. Another handful of water on my crotch was followed by a soft touch.

“That feels nice,” I said breathlessly.

Freddie gently rubbed the front of my panties. I felt his fingers working against my pubic hair. I bit my lower lip and looked at him. He smiled back; and I started pumping my hips.

I was so turned on, I felt my heart thundering. I reached around and removed the band from my pony tail and shook my hair out. My heavy breathing increased and I closed my eyes again.

Freddie’s fingers moved slightly and slipped into my panties. I shuddered as he fingered my pussy lips.

“Yes,” I heard myself say. “Yes!”

Freddie’s free hand began working my panties down as his magic fingers manipulated my clit. I panted as my hips gyrated against his fingering.

He pulled off my panties.

Freddie kissed my left knee, then my right knee and kissed his way up my thighs as I lay back and opened my legs completely for him. His mouth joined his fingers and he kissed my pussy.

I came immediately and he sank his tongue into me. I bounced and reached for the pleasure that engulfed me in waves as I lay there with a strange black man tonguing my pussy. For a moment, I realized how incredible it was – us next to this Mississippi bay.

I began to unbutton my blouse, but my fingers stumbled. Freddie climbed out and helped me. Dripping on me as I lay there, he deftly unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my bra and had me topless in seconds.

He untied my wrap skirt and I was naked.

He stepped out of his shorts and stood there, his swollen cock sticking straight up.

I went up on my elbows and watched him stroke it. Turning around I looked up at the deserted levee that separated the bay from the roads beyond, then back at the wide expanse of the bay. Miles away, small white houses dotted the other side of the bay.

Freddie took my hand and pulled me up. I walked with rubbery legs to the base of the levee.

I was going to do it!

Trembling as I sat on the grass, I told myself I was
really
going to do it, let a black man fuck me – in broad daylight. How deliciously wicked!

I lay back and opened my legs. Freddie stood between them, with his up-like-a-flag-pole cock. He went down on his knees and let his eyes trace their way from my pussy to my stomach to my breasts. He moved over me until his face was directly over mine. Then he leaned down and kissed me, very gently at first and then harder and hotter, slipping his wide tongue in me.

I kissed him back. I closed my eyes, and felt the weight of his chest against my aching breasts. Then I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my wet pussy. He worked his hips and impaled me slowly, sending waves of pleasure through me, sending me over the top again.

He was gentle, easing the full length of his cock all the way into me. I was so completely filled, I couldn’t believe it. I tried my best not to cry out. Freddie rocked me, screwed me, worked my ass into the grass. I worked the muscles in my vagina against his cock and we fucked hard. I came again, this time deep inside.

My God, he was not only big, but hot, super-hot. His body felt like a burning coal atop me as he screwed me good, right there in the sunshine, next to the bay. I closed my eyes and rode with him, letting myself go as he put it to me. His unrelenting cock continued pounding me.

When he started talking dirty, it sent me through another quivering climax.

“Come on, white girl. I want you to come. You like getting fucked by a black man. You like black dick, don’t you?”

I clawed at his back.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he moaned. “You like my black dick in you.”

“Yes
!
”
I cried.

“Tell me how much you like it.”

He was pounding me big time.

“Oh,
yes
! Fuck me!
Fuck me
!”

I don’t know how long it lasted. I came again and again before he exploded in me like a pile driver. I felt his warm come spurting in me, his balls slapping against my ass. It was fantastic!

I was grateful when he climbed off. I was so hot, I needed the air. After I finally caught my breath, I leaned up on my elbows.

He looked into my eyes and asked, of all things, if I was married.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good.” He smiled. “I love fucking another man’s wife.”

He leaned over and kissed me and told me how beautiful I was. I lay back and closed my eyes. Freddie kissed my nipples, my belly and my legs and back up again to my neck. Then he lay next to me to finally catch his breath.

I drifted for a while, but a sound above made me sit up suddenly.

Freddie was halfway up the levee. Reaching the top, he peeked over and looked back and shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said as he came back down and moved past me to our clothes and my camera. He brought them back.

“I’d like to keep these.” Freddie held out my panties.

I nodded. He slipped on his shorts and helped me dress. I stood on shaky legs and he steadied me.

“Can I see you again?” he asked. “You are one beautiful, fine woman.” Then he kissed my lips ever so gently.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to see you again too.”

We planned to meet at the same place again. Next week. Same time. Same day. I hurried back to my Lexus, which I had parked beneath a wide magnolia tree at the end of a dirt road.

My heart raced as I drove away. I could still feel his lips kissing me, his fingers exploring my body. I could almost feel his long shaft sinking into me.

When I got home, my husband was in his usual position in front of the TV.

“Did you find anything? he asked, smiling.

I held up a shopping bag.

“Good,” he said and waved me over to his wheelchair. He pursed his lips and I pecked them and as usual, they were cold.

“I’m hungry,” my husband said as he looked back at his TV.

I went into the kitchen to fix supper, my heart stammering, my legs still a little wobbly. I tried not to think how long it had been since I’d been good and fucked. Years.

And never like I’d been that afternoon. Never.

I’d found exactly what I was searching for, I reminded myself.

What next?

As I opened the refrigerator door, I couldn’t stop my mind from moving forward one week. Same place. Same time.

It rained that day, one week later. Before dawn, a storm blew in from the gulf, sending rain in sheets across our lawn, bending the heavy branches of our oaks, slapping against our picture window.

Sitting on the sofa, I watched the rain as my husband dozed in his wheelchair. Some inane game show droned in the background from his TV.

A half-hour before I was to meet Freddie, I sneaked into the garage and backed my car out and drove away through the downpour. I had to bypass two flooded roads and could not park on the same dirt road, which looked more like a lake.

Driving along the street that paralleled the levee, I slowed as I approached the area where we were to meet. Maybe Freddie was waiting in his own car, or maybe he was across the levee, waiting in the warm rain.

Slowing to a stop, I looked up at the levee and a dark figure stood there in the hard rain. I felt myself smile, felt my heartbeat rising as I backed my Lexus to a side street and parked.

“What better cover,” I said aloud as I climbed out into the driving rain storm to meet a soaking man waiting to screw me. I could barely see him standing there, atop the levee. I started up the levee, but slipped on the wet grass.

Freddie rushed down, sliding on the grass and grabbed me. He helped me to my feet and then up and over the levee to the bay side. For a moment, I saw angry Bay St Louis. White caps slammed against the dock.

Freddie leaned close to my ear and said, “I was so worried you wouldn’t come.”

I pulled his face around and kissed him, my tongue reaching for his. His body responded automatically as he pulled me close. A wave of windswept rain seemed to engulf us momentarily and we pulled apart, gasping for air.

A gust of wind pushed us both back against the levee and swept the rain out of my face. Sitting on the grass, I pulled Freddie close. Incredibly, the rain lessened and the storm’s fury seemed to flow away, down the bay, leaving us with a steady drizzle.

Freddie wiped the water from my face and said, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

And I knew – I had him. I didn’t have to fuck him there in the rain, I had him. But his warm hands moved to my breasts and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I leaned back on the drenched grass and let him undress me.

Freddie’s body was super-hot, even slick with rain, and he sent me to a throbbing climax before gushing in me with long, deep grunts.

The rain stopped as soon as we dressed and stood up.

“Will you come next week? Same time?” Freddie’s deep voice was filled with emotion. My hook was well set in him.

I gave it a little tug by not answering immediately.

“You will, won’t you?” He looked around. “No one will know.”

I sank the hook deeper. “No one can ever know.”

He nodded.

“You didn’t go brag to your friends how you fucked a white woman, did you?”

“No. I’m not a stupid man.”

I reached up and touched his lips with my fingers. “Next week. Same time.”

When he started to follow me across the levee, I told him to stay until he heard my car pull away.

“Next week,” he said anxiously.

“Next week.” I smiled slightly and he smiled widely and I walked away, leaving the hook in him.

That evening I asked my husband if he wanted to watch me shower.

He said there was a game on TV.

He used to sit in the bathroom doorway in his wheelchair and watch me lather up, rinse off, climb out naked to reach for a towel. His skinny eyes would leer at my body parts as I dried off.

He’d back up and sit near the corner of our king sized bed as I sat and blow dried my hair. Finishing, I’d put the dryer away and lay back on the bedspread. My husband positioned himself to see better as I would spread my legs and slowly stroke myself.

It always took a while for me to come and most of the time I faked it.

After, while up on my elbows I’d watch my husband’s ashen face. His breathing was shallow and quick and his face quivered as he stared glassy-eyed at my body.

I’d wait, but he always managed to catch his breath and sink back in his wheelchair.