Brown Sugar

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Brown Sugar

Julie was 21-years-old when we met in the mid-70s. She was a petite and beautiful Native American with light brown skin. Her 5’5”, 110 pound, body was crowned with a silky dark brown mane of straight hair that reached half way down her slender back. Her dark brown eyes were captivating as were her breasts. Her tits were small but very firm. They needed no support from a bra. Therefore, Julie seldom wore one. Without a bra, her soft nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon when I met Julie and her 25-year-old husband, Mike. We were attending a CB (Citizen Band Radio) get together in north central Arizona. Those gatherings were known as CB Breaks. They were meant to allow CBers from a large geographical area to get to know one another and get a look at the latest radio gear. The larger Breaks like this one had numerous radio equipment venders. Some of the larger clubs would also set up displays to attract new members.

Mike and Julie were attending their first Break. They had gotten an inexpensive radio just a few weeks earlier. They were just beginning to meet other CBers with whom they had chatted over the air. They were hanging out with some old friends of mine when I arrived. So I joined the group too. Soon, other friends joined us. We had become a fairly large group as we strolled the display areas.

As evening approached, we were all hot, tired, and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local diner before heading home. I noticed Mike and Julie were lagging behind and acting uncomfortable.

As we walked to our cars, I pulled them off to the side and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first. It was Julie who finally admitted they couldn’t afford to go to dinner. Mike was the only one of them working, and his job as a convenience store night clerk only paid a little over minimum wage.

It hadn’t been that long since I had worked at the minimum wage jobs myself. I was by no means rich, but I did have a decent job, a late model car, my own place to live, and a few dollars to spend. I could afford the cost of their dinner. Having been nearly broke myself, I insisted they join their new group of friends for diner, as my guest.

Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. Mike was a little reluctant to take my offer, but Julie convinced him to accept.

At that point in time, other than being friendly to some new CBers, nothing else had even crossed my mind. Although I did thoroughly enjoy gazing at Julie when the opportunity presented itself, especially her firm looking tits. We had a great time at dinner. So, I suggested we go out again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around.

The following Friday night, my date canceled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink, on me. She quickly accepted. I told her I’d be at their place in about an hour.

I had barely pulled to a stop in the space in front of their apartment, when Julie came bounding out. She practically jumped into my front seat. She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a silky, pale pink, V-necked, blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. The rubbing from her blouse’s soft material already had her nipples beginning to harden. Pantyhose and low heels finished her attire. Her perfume was intoxicating. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!

“Where’s Mike?” I asked.

“Working!” She replied.

“Do we need to pick him up?”

“No! He doesn’t get off until 5:00 AM.” A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. “So, where are we going?” She asked.

I told her I thought we might grab a burger and go to a nightclub I knew about. The nightclub had a great, all girl, country band.

“Good. I like country music.” She agreed.

As we pulled out of her drive and away from her apartment complex, Julie slid across the seat to sit close to me. She kissed my cheek and smiled seductively.

Since I had never dated a married woman, her kiss startled me, but not for long. My arm soon found its way around her shoulders, and I began rubbing her arm. I had decided that I would let her make all the initial moves since she, not I, was the one who was married.

By the time we had reached the burger joint, Julie had turned slightly to her right, leaned her head on my shoulder, and pulled my hand to her right tit. I gently massaged her tit through the thin material of her blouse. Her tits were about the size of ripe oranges. They made for a nice, firm, hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out from her tits like little pencil erasers and seemed to be punching holes in her blouse.

As we ate our burgers, without prompting from me, Julie began telling me intimate details of her life with Mike. She told me Mike had been her first and only lover, and they had not been getting along for quite some time. She said he hadn’t touched her in over two months. He had told her he was too tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend.