Afternoon delight_(4)

The first Saturday in the month was Amy’s night out with ‘the girls’.

She was mother of two, in her early 40s, with short dark hair. She had recently lost a little weight, which had made her look and feel more confident and sexy. Her friends were all of a similar age and background, all married with kids ranging from 6 years old to Amy’s own sons -20 and 22.

On that particular Saturday night her husband, Alan, sat himself in front of the TV with his cans of beer ready to watch the football as Amy got dressed for her night out.

At exactly 7. 30 the doorbell rang and Amy came running down the stairs and opened the door to find her best friend Bev.

“Hurry up, “Bev told her, “Taxi’s cost money!” Bev turned back to the taxi as Amy went in to the lounge and kissed her husband goodbye.

“How do I look” Amy asked him.

Alan hardly looked up, although she was wearing a short black skirt, low cut white top and black high heels.

“Lovely, you look lovely.” He told her; eyes fixed on the TV.

“Bloody football,” she thought, “I hope they lose!”

His wife shook her head and smiled, she quickly joined her friends in the taxi, who were all giggling like schoolgirls.

As the taxi chugged out of the street, Amy’s friend (Sue) introduced another woman, “Amy this is Alison, who used to work with me. . . Until her husband sold his business for a fortune. “

The women both nodded ‘hello’.

30 minutes later they were in a bar on Newcastle Quayside.

It was a typical Saturday night everyone was drinking heavily and having fun in the packed bars. Within the hour Amy could feel the buzz from drinking too quickly.

By 10 o’clock she was standing in a corner of Chase Bar, drinking, chatting and ‘people watching’.

Sues friend Alison whispered to Amy that they were being “eyed up.” She looked across the bar and noticed a group of black men were indeed looking them up and down.

Once the men made eye contact, they needed no further encouragement and came over and introduced themselves. “Hi, I’m Paul,” the tallest said, as he held out a massive brown hand.

Allison reciprocated, with her own, dainty, fingers, “I’m Allison, and this is Amy. “

“Cool, he continued, “Stevie, Mikey and BJ.” He nodded to his friends, who smiled at the women.

“Ooh! BJ? That’s a strange name, Allison laughed at the innuendo.

“Ha, ha, ha, “he laughed, “Big John!”

Alison looked at Amy, and continued the joke, “He doesn’t look that tall to me,” and raised her eyebrows, making Amy blush.

By now Bev and Sue had returned with their drinks. Allison was talking to the men the most, but BJ and Amy chatted about life, love and the Universe. Allison was tall, elegant and blonde with large, full breasts that she wasn’t afraid of showing off. Amy wasn’t surprised at the attention that her friend was receiving as she thought that black men do go for blonde woman.

After 20 minutes the others decided to go to the Quay Club. Bev overheard Alison invite the black men to join them later. She thought that she was being a little pushy and presumptuous to be making decisions for the whole group.

The women finished their drinks and made their way to the Club next door. It was only 10. 30 so it was still a little quiet. They found themselves some seats and ordered a round of drinks.

The others drank vodka and Red Bull but Amy was on Southern Comfort and lemonade (doubles) which usually had the effect of making her a little naughty and flirty.

The women danced and drank and as the time went on the club filled up.

Alison looked unhappy, “What’s wrong?” Amy enquired.

“I thought those black lads would have turned up by now,” she replied, scanning the entrance.

Smiling and shaking her head, Amy left her to go on the dance floor with Sue and Bev.

“Your friend’s disappointed that those lads haven’t followed us,” Amy told Sue.

“I’m not surprised; she’s got quite a reputation with the men.” Sue replied.

“How do you mean” Amy enquired.

“She is a right old tart and ‘luuurvvvees’ Black men” Sue told her, grinning.

Amy and Sue finished dancing. As they approached their table they noticed that the men had now turned up. Allison’s mood had changed and she was now laughing and flirting outrageously with the men, who had bought a round of expensive cocktails for everyone.

One of the black men then led Alison by the hand onto the dance floor. His friend then asked Sue to dance but she grabbed Bev’s hand and said they were just off to the toilet.

The large imposing figure, BJ, then turned to Amy, “would you like to dance with me?” he asked her. His big brown eyes smouldering, in a way that made Amy unable to refuse.

On the dance floor he held her close to him. Amy could see Alison on the other side passionately kissing, her man, as he discretely fondled her breast.

Amy tried to hold John loosely as she did not want to give him the wrong impression. But he held her in a strong grip; she could feel his hands on her bum; stroking and groping her buttocks through her tight skirt.

Smiling at him, and shaking her head, she pushed his hand away until it was in the small of her back.

As he held her close she could feel something hard begin pressing into her stomach. Amazed she instantly knew that it was his cock.

It felt long and thick, much bigger than Alan’s did. In fact much bigger than any she had ever seen, even her husband’s magazines.

What with the drink and the loud music, John’s cock more than a little preoccupied Amy. Pressing herself against it as they moved on the dance floor she did not notice his hand had moved up her leg, pushing her skirt up at the back so everyone on the dance floor could see her tiny knickers through her black tights.

As the music stopped, she suddenly regained her composure and pushed his hand back down. Embarrassed, she rushed back to her friends.

There was only Alison at the table, as Sue and Bev were fetching more drinks and the other men had moved on.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself!” Alison laughed.

“Err not really. I was a little, err distracted” Amy sheepishly replied, as she gulped down the last of her drink.

“Why were you distracted” Alison enquired, knowing full well what had happened.

Amy blurted out; “It was the size of his. . . dick. It was sticking in my stomach!”

Alison laughed “You’ve never been with a black man, have you?”

“No, of course not. “Amy replied.

“Well loads of them have oversized cocks, it’s not unusual” Alison nonchalantly told her.

“In fact I’ve had one black man who had an 11 incher, and let me tell you I have never been so satisfied. . . You couldn’t get the smile off my face for a week. “

Shocked, Amy stopped her, “But I thought that you were married. “

“I am, but a girl’s got to have a hobby!” Allison laughed, as Sue and Bev delivered the drinks and went straight back to the dance floor.