Dark Desire.

The Interview

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, I stirred slowly, my eyelids fluttering open to reveal a soft glow in the room.

I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles, a reminder of my shared intimacy. The sheets were tangled around me, a mix of our warmth and laughter, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. The air were filled with a sense of contentment, a blend of comfort and happiness that wrapped around me like a cozy blanket.

That being the first time I slept over at a man's house made me nervous and curious at the same time.

I knew if Mum were to be alive, I wouldn’t have been here. My biological father died in a car accident after 6 years of his marriage to my Mum. After his death, Mum became adamant about accepting marriage proposals. He was ready to be a single mother, our family was financially stable. It was in my 13th year on earth that a strange cancer got hold of her. The next year, she had to marry to see someone to be there for me and someone to protect me in case anything should happen. Being that the family is of a wealthy background, it didn’t take time; Mum got married to my stepfather, and it was the best moment in a while; he was always there to help me out. Not until Mum died two years ago did he start lamenting that Mum didn’t leave enough money for the family. His attitude towards me changed, and he became interested in other things apart from me.

Just then, I stretched my body again as I raised myself from the bed; Johson wasn't on the bed there with me. I looked at the walls for a wall clock, there was none. I reached out for my phone and it was 9:10 am.

Oh! I smiled. Knowing what might have made me sleep to that extent.

Feeling refreshed, I made my way to the bathroom. The tiles were clean and cool under my feet as I stepped inside. I sank into the water, I could feel the tension in my muscles melting away. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let the warmth envelop me. The sound of water splashing gently against the sides of the tub was soothing, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling relaxed and at peace.

At the very moment of leaving the bathroom, I found myself face to face with Johnson, and I was half naked; I was in a bra with my panties.

"Oh!, why now" .. ... I know I wanted more, but at the same time, I don't know how to feel.

His eyes were glued to my lap.

He approached me as I stood stiff there and was looking at him eyeball to eyeball.

He approached me at a pace not too fast; his hands went straight inside my pant as he grabbed my big butt and began massaging it; his next move was a kiss. He is good at that; he kissed me like he was sucking the juice from my mouth.

" I know you are a virgin." Do you want this? "You don't have to do anything if you don't want". He continued.

At that particular point, I can't just bow out, even if I can, I won't.

I didn't say any word, but I believe my countenance had said that which Is in my mind.

"Do you care for a massage?" he said, giving me a look that signals " I am good at it"

I smiled saying "Yes, sure"

He waved his hand to the bed; I went to the bed while he got his baby oil.

"Come on, Johnson." I practically whined as I wiggled my hips, causing my big butt to jiggle.

"All right, all right." He took a deep breath and dropped to his knees on my left side. He unhooked the clasp of my bra before pouring any oil on me to get it out of the way. I proceeded to shimmy the straps off my shoulders, leaving me braless.

He poured oil into the palm of his right hand and rubbed both hands together to warm up the oil before touching me. He started between my shoulder blades, carefully working his hands over my shoulders.

He worked the upper part of my back first, then moved to one arm, then the other, making sure to get deep into the muscles of each arm. He moved to the center of my back and slowly worked down and out to my sides. The flesh between my ribcage and my hip was by far the softest part he paid much attention to at that moment.

He stopped when he got to the waist, the part of my panties, and scooted down closer to my feet. He began with my left ankle and carefully worked his way up my strong calf. When he made it to the bend of my knee, I parted my legs, giving him more access to my body. My heart started beating even faster, but I wanted more; I wanted to share myself with someone, and he was the one available.

My thighs are very fleshy, and he spent extra time rubbing down that part of my body. He spent a lot of time rubbing the back and outside of my thigh, avoiding touching the inside of my thigh for as long as possible, maybe both to tease me and because he was still incredibly nervous. He finally shifted to my inner thigh and I discovered that the higher his hand moved, the warmer my skin became. He finished by putting both my hands across my leg's width and pushing upward to knead the muscle. He stopped at the top of my thigh, and I groaned. He repeated the same process on my right leg.

I had been letting out quiet little moans and groans as he rubbed my body. I got louder and more vocal when he did my lower back and thighs.

He knew what to do next, and I was nervous as hell. He went straight at my plump butt cheeks, squeezing, kneading, and rubbing the thick, soft flesh. It was by far the most incredible experience in which my ass had the pleasure of participating. I made a lot more noises as he massaged my big round butt. He unwittingly spent a very long time fondling my ass, as if he never wanted to remove his hands from that part of my body.

"I think it's time for the front." He said as he dug his fingertips into my flesh, squeezing my butt before climbing off my legs.

I let out a long, exaggerated groan before rolling onto my back. His face burned again when he noticed I had moved my bra out of the way, and he got his first look at my bare breasts during the day; I know he must have seen it yesterday, but then, the illumination was poor.

I knew they were more prominent than what would be considered average, and they had flattened out on my chest. My n*****s pointed at the ceiling. They were a rich pink color with areolas that were a tad larger around than a silver dollar and a shade lighter than my pink n*****s.

He started just below my neck, moving across my upper chest, avoiding my breasts at all costs. He skipped over them, going down to my tummy and the bottom of my ribs.

He warmed up the oil, closed his eyes, took a long, deep breath, and cupped my bare breasts. They didn't quite fit into his large hands, just a hair too big. His hands were muscular; it was like nothing I'd ever felt in my breast.

I closed my eyes and moaned as he massaged my beautiful breasts. I never wanted him to stop. But he stopped.

We heard a knock on his door.

"Johnson, let's go, we are getting late for the interview" a male voice thundered from the other end.

"A few minutes, I am almost done". He responded as he looked at me throwing these words at me

"Oh! My interview" he was saying this in a reduced voice, maybe not to be heard by the one at the door.

"You have an interview now!?" "Oh, gosh!"

"Yea babe, that's why I left earlier to get my clothing from the laundry"

As he was saying this, he was already washing the oil out of his hands and was rushing to have himself vested for the interview.

"Babe, will you wait for me, or should I drop you home?."

I didn't respond immediately, not as if I didn't hear or understand what he said, but I was thinking through the implications of any of my actions.

After a while, I said.

" What if I want to go, but not now"

He came closer, now almost done with his black suit, and he kissed me, saying, "Then feel at home; there is food available."