Memories_(0)

This happened in the summer of 1972. I’m writing now because I recently saw a girl on TV whose unusual name and resemblance brought the memories flooding back…

She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman I’d ever seen and I’d lusted after her for months. I’ve always been a slim body, pert tits and long limbs man and she ticks all my boxes. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or seventeen she is much too young, she is recently married, she is Muslim and she is Pakistani. So many barriers for a single, thirty year old, agnostic Africa immigrant to break down. So what’s the point of wasting time dreaming except that I enjoy every fuck my imagination gives me.

I rounded the corner and there she was, picture perfect, walking a few paces behind her husband, the lucky sod. My dick began to stiffen as I feasted on her beauty.

My thoughts were interrupted. “You…”

I’d not really taken much notice of her husband other than thinking he’s so lucky and wishing it was me in his place but I tore my eyes from the feast and looked at him.

“You… You like my wife, yes?”

Well she is stunning, I think a lot of guys would drool. Is he having a go because I eyed up his wife?

After a few seconds silence he said “You like her, yes? You want to fuck her, yes?”

He can’t be asking me if I want to fuck his wife so he must be objecting to my obvious desire. I didn’t know what to say but I managed. “I’m really sorry, she is a very beautiful woman and you are a lucky man”.

He stared at me for a few more seconds then glanced at his wife and nodded before turning back to me and saying, “It is good then. At ten o’clock tonight you come to my house and you fuck my wife, yes?”

I stood there, mouth open in shock as he walked on and she dutifully followed, she looked very embarrassed but she reached out and touched my arm as she passed.

I was unsure if it was a wind up or some kind of nigger bashing trick so I had no intention of going. Even so I ended up making an excuse and left the pub early. I reasoned that I had nothing else to do as I walked along the street just after ten, did he mean it, probably not but I lived in hope.

Their door opened as I passed, “I am Malik, come”. He ushered me into their hallway. I could see that he was really nervous but so was I. He said “Hira waits for you in the back room”.

I didn’t have any idea what to expect and was tense in anticipation of being jumped. For all I knew it could have been a group of his friends and relatives armed with cudgels and knives waiting for me, but at least I now had a name that I could put to her image when we dream fuck… Hira… I looked through the open doorway my jaw dropped.

I’d had a permanent hard on since we’d met in the street over 5 hours earlier. I’d wanked off a couple of times but I still had a set of lover’s bollocks painful enough to make me walk like I’d just got off a horse. What I saw made my already hard dick jerk to attention and painfully remind me just how sore my balls were.

She was dressed in shinny red and purple latex that looked like it had been sprayed on. The purple tube top hugged her upper body and she obviously didn’t wear a bra underneath. The top finished just below her perfect tits and showed about 12 inches of flawless brown skin then a tight deep red micro skirt that embraced her slender hips. A couple of inches of naked thigh separated the hem of the skirt and the top of purple latex stockings that hugged her long legs. Red stiletto heeled strappy sandals accentuated those long slender legs. Her eyeliner matched her top and lipstick matched her skirt.

You have to take into account that this was almost 40 years ago when anything purple was the height of fashion and rubber clothing was unheard of outside of hazardous environments or kinky London brothels frequented by the rich, the aristocracy and Members of Parliament. The colours were perfect and that latex second skin was so slinky, perfectly figure hugging and sexy and had my erect dick twitching and ready to spurt and I’d fallen in love with latex.

Hira walked toward me. She reached up to my chin and I closed my gawping mouth. I reached out for her to draw her to me but Malik said, “No kissing please”.

The reminder of his presence was a real killer and I felt my dick begin to shrink but without preamble or foreplay Hira undid my belt and flies, inched my strides down then reached into my underpants and flicked out my dick.