Weekend In The City Ch. 04

After getting some relief in the shower, Sharon really was ready for some good food. She put on a light flowered dress that showed some cleavage with the help of a push up bra. The dress showed off her curves and stopped half way down her thighs.

A little light makeup, mostly to highlight her eyes, and of course a fresh coat of the bright red lipstick. Some sensible yet stylish shoes, and she was ready for her walk to Little Italy and the best veal parmesan this side of Sicily. And of course another hot load of cum. At least one.

She smiled at her reflection in the full length mirror, thinking that it was a long walk, and there might be opportunities for a load along the way.

As she was leaving her room she almost bumped into a man coming down the hall with his luggage. They both apologized, simultaneously, and both laughed together as they briefly and not quite surreptitiously checked each other out.

This man was probably a little older than Sharon, and she thought he was drop dead gorgeous. Black hair, in a short unruly mop on his head, a day's growth of beard, dark piercing eyes. His suit jacket was open and his dress shirt had the two top buttons undone. His tie was undoubtedly in his jacket pocket. And most importantly, no wedding ring.

Sharon was ready to suck his cock right there in the hotel corridor. And the way he was looking at her told her he liked what he saw too.

His deep voice interrupted her thoughts when he said, "Hello, you must be my neighbor." His eyes glancing at the room number on the wall next to the door Sharon just exited.

"Really?" Sharon asked, unable to find any other words. Her mind was already thinking of the fact that she always found that one guy she would actually fuck when she was here for the weekend.

"Yes, I'm in the next room." He answered, pointing down the hall.

"Well hello neighbor!" Sharon said, a little more enthusiastically than she intended.

"Maybe I'll see you later?" The man said smiling. "My name is Eric." He added, putting out his hand.

"I'm Sharon." She replied, shaking his hand. She noted the restrained strength of his grip as she looked into his eyes, they were intense, but smiling, and his mouth curled up to show his perfect teeth.

"I just got in, had a terrible flight, and really need to get a hot shower before a video call I have to take. But I'll be in the lounge downstairs later. If you're interested, we could have a drink together, get to know each other better."

Sharon thought, "Wow, this guy doesn't waste any time!" But she immediately said, "I'm just going out to get some supper, but I will probably be around later. I'll look for you in the lounge."

"Great! I'm looking forward to seeing you." As he glanced at her body.

"Me too." Sharon told him, also checking him out once again.

They gave each other a little smile before both turning to go their own way. At the bank of elevators Sharon glanced back at the man and caught him at his door. He was glancing back too, and checking out her ass. When he looked up, he knew she had busted him, but he just smiled unapologetically, and she smiled right back.

On the way out of the hotel Sharon had a spring in her step. Eric was a very sexy man, and he was obviously attracted to her as well. She would definitely look for him in the bar when she got back.

But first she had an agenda. She was on her way to Little Italy to have supper and a visit to the proprietors office for dessert. She made a point of stopping to see Carlo, and his dick, every time she came to the city.

She had met Carlo several years earlier, when her sister was still in the game with her. They had shared a pizza, and then shared his dick.

She missed having her sister with her on these excursions. They had grown very close through their shared love of sucking cock.

But now that her sister was married, Sharon was on her own, and she still had to do her thing.

As she walked, Sharon was people watching. Basically scoping out guys, looking for a dick to suck. She was always nearly overwhelmed by the amount of people, the amount of men, on the streets of the big city at any given time.

Her small city only had crowds on the street for Memorial day parades and a couple of other special occasions.

There was the typical foot traffic at the beginning of the work day, lunch time and quitting time, but even then there were no where near the congestion of people to be found in the city at any given time. Sharon found it exhilarating.

As she walked, watching all the people, all the men, on the street, she wondered who her next conquest would be.

She had already had a white and a Hispanic cock that day, and she was on her way to get an Italian. But the streets were full of so many types of men, it was like a smorgasbord of dick!

But Sharon had done this enough times before, and she knew that if she bided her time, the right one, or ones, would come along.

As she walked she came to a place where some old building had been torn down. The sidewalk was separated from the property by a chain link fence. Inside the fence she saw a new building going up, with construction equipment and piles of building materials stacked neatly outside.

The site was mostly empty at that time of the day, save for a few workers finishing up or heading out through a gate in the fence just ahead of her.

Sharon was getting naughty ideas about sucking off a dirty construction worker when she heard yelling from a man who was obviously the foreman of the site. He was an older man, and he had no dirt on his clothes whatsoever.

"Anymore fuck ups like that Rasheed, and you're fucking outta here! You get me?!" The man was angrily telling a young black man.

"But Joe, the handle just broke! It wasn't my fault!" The man said in his defense. He had an accent that Sharon had never heard before, and her curiosity was piqued.

Sharon noticed that the younger man's pants had a fresh coat of white paint from mid thigh to his boots.

"I don't need no fucking excuses! I need to finish this project under budget!" Said the older man, who's clothes weren't even dirty. "And I can't do that with materials being rinsed down a fucking floor drain!"

The younger man, who Sharon noticed was short and stocky, and had very dark, black skin said something quietly and raised his hands, as if surrendering.

"Good! Now get the fuck outta here!" The boss told him. "Be back at 6 tomorrow. And no more fuck ups!"

The man turned dejectedly towards the gate, and Sharon slowed her pace. She timed it so that she was at the gate just as Rasheed was exiting. "Rough day, huh Rasheed?" She asked sympathetically.

The man mumbled, "Very rough." As he glanced at whoever had spoken to him. When he saw Sharon his eyes lit up with surprise. "Do I know you?" He asked.

Sharon smiled warmly at him and offered her hand. "I'm Sharon, and now you know me."

Rasheed warily shook her hand. His grip was strong, yet gentle. His hand dirty and rough. "I don't understand." He said in his accent.

She held his hand longer than necessary as she explained, "What is there to understand? You said you don't know me, and I introduced myself. Now we know each other's names."

"Yes, but why? What do you want?" Rasheed was wary, he'd never had a beautiful white woman approach him in the street simply for friendship.

Sharon maintained her friendly smile as she answered, "It's simple really. I love sucking cock. And you've obviously had a rough day. I think I can make you forget about it for a while, and you can give me something I love. It's a win win! Don't you think?"

Rasheed was shocked, but he thought he understood the situation. He replied quickly, "I'm sorry, but I just started this job. I have not yet received my pay. I have no money for such things. And when I do get paid, it will all go to bring my mother over to America."

Sharon put her hand on Rasheed's arm and said patiently, "Oh honey, no, you don't need any money! I'm not a hooker. I honestly just love cock."

Rasheed looked at her with surprise, he'd never had a woman admit something like that so openly. But when Sharon took his arm to lead them down the street, he went willingly.

As they walked Sharon asked, "I'm curious about that accent. You speak English very well, but you obviously aren't from America." She hooked her arm through his and walked closely, her breast feeling the strength of his arm.

Rasheed explained that he was from Senegal, and had come over as a foreign exchange student. He was now taking engineering courses at night, and working to bring his mother over.

Sharon related that her grandfather had come over from Europe by himself also, and had worked hard to bring his family over too. She smiled at him and said it was a story as old as the first colonies, and that's why America was so great.

Rasheed looked at the pretty girl leading him down the street and decided not to mention the people who were brought over in chains, against their will. They had also contributed to the greatness of the country, but many were not appreciated for their efforts.

They came to an alleyway that ran between two businesses and Sharon stopped. "This looks good." She said. "We can go behind those dumpsters!" She was thinking about the dirty feeling she got sucking strange cock in a grimy alley, behind a dumpster.

But Rasheed was hesitant, he had been in the country long enough to know that anything that seemed too good to be true, probably is. For all he knew, this woman had friends waiting to take what little money he had with him.

"Oh, I don't think this is a good idea." He told her. "I have to catch my train home."

Sharon sensed his unease, and correctly guessed that he didn't trust her. "Look, I understand, you don't know me, and you have no reason to believe me. But I seriously only want to suck your dick."

"I only have enough money to catch my train. So...."

She interrupted him, "Rasheed, I told you that I don't care about money. If it will make you feel better, you pick the place. Really, I can make it fast, I'm REALLY good." She added with a lewd smile.

Rasheed thought about some of the young women he had met in college. Life in the United States had been a serious eye opener for him. This would not be the first white woman who wanted him because of his skin color.

Sharon waited patiently, watching the wheels turn in his head. Hoping his male hormones would win out. She was tempted to grope his crotch to help him decide, but didn't want to push the issue.

Eventually Rasheed had an idea, he had thought of a place where he could feel safe, and they would have privacy. "I know, come with me." He told her.

Rasheed had decided that if he could enjoy this woman's offer, and feel safe, he could not pass it up. He led her across the street and made a right at the next intersection.

Sharon knew they were heading into the Village, and had no problem with the change of direction. She knew she could get back to Little Italy easily from there. It was just a slight detour for her. And she could get an appetizer before dinner.

"I have a friend from college who works down the street here, he lives upstairs, we can go there." Rasheed told her.

They walked together, arm in arm, looking like a couple to anyone who noticed them, down into the Village.

Eventually they came to a funky little music store, with posters of Jimi Hendrix, Phish, Dr. Dre and Stevie Wonder in the windows. Bob Marley music and the sweet smell of marijuana greeted them as they entered.

The shop was lined with rack after rack of vinyl records, and there were a few people browsing the vast inventory of classic rock, jazz, gospel, country and hip hop, and seemingly any other genre that can be found.

The patrons were just as diverse as the musical offerings, and few of them paid any attention to the equally dissimilar couple making their way to the back of the store.

The only exceptions were the men who paused to check out Sharon in her pretty dress, and a woman in a business suit who paused to check out both Sharon and Rasheed.

At the far end of the store was an unmanned counter. Rasheed led Sharon there and spoke up, "James! James, where are you?" His deep African accent booming.

A blanket hanging in a doorway stirred and a tall black man with a well worn Jimmy Cliff tee-shirt came out. He had a small mustache and goatee, a huge smile, and very dilated eyes.

Sharon looked him over, taking in his long lean frame, his dreadlocks hanging out of a knitted red, green and gold hat, and a brilliant smile.

"Rasheed! Brotha, how you dooin'?" The man asked in a distinct Jamaican accent.

Sharon immediately had thoughts of sucking his dick too.

"I have been good my friend, good." Rasheed answered, "And how have you been."

"Brotha, I'm just livin' the dream!" James answered with a laugh, his lean, sinewy arms spread wide. "I got my ganja, I got music, I got everything I need!"

As he spoke he was checking out Sharon, obviously curious about her, and why she was with Rasheed. "And who is your beautiful friend here?"

Sharon spoke up when Rasheed stuttered, looking for a way to explain who she was. "Hi I'm Sharon." She said, putting out her hand.

"Well, hello miss Sharon!" James replied enthusiastically as he took her hand and unabashedly looked her up and down.

"Rasheed and I just met." Sharon explained, smiling. "He had a rough day at work, and I volunteered to make his day a little better."

"Darling, I believe you could make any man's day better!" James answered, still holding her hand. "But wait, you found a new job brothah."

"Yes, I have found a job in construction. Today was my first day. But I was carrying buckets of paint, and the handle broke on one, and I made a mess, and the paint is quite expensive. And my boss, he was not happy."

"OH noo, my brothah!" James answered, obviously concerned for his friend.

Sharon was watching the interaction of the two men. They were obviously close, but she couldn't figure out how. Other than their age, they seemed to have nothing in common.

"So how do you two know each other?" She finally asked.

Rasheed spoke up first, "We were in naturalization classes together, and we became Americans together!" His pride was quite obvious, and Sharon and James both smiled.

James blurted, "That's right sistah! We pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America!" He had his hand over his heart, and his smile was a mile wide.

"Well, congratulations both of you!" Sharon said enthusiastically. "I think you both deserve a special welcome present."

"Oh mon, I like special presents!" James replied with his eyebrows raised high. "What kind of special present do you have in mind sweet Sharon?" He again looked her body over thoroughly and asked, "Is it anything like what you plan to do to make my friend's day better?"

"It is exactly the same!" Sharon said, before looking over her shoulder to make sure no one could hear, "I want to suck both of your cocks!"

"Well then, as the saying goes, I Love This Country!" James answered, loudly and with a laugh, his hands spread wide. Then, as Sharon smiled brightly up at him, James gestured to the blanket covered doorway and asked, "Would the lady care to step into my office?"

"The lady would!" Sharon replied. She took Rasheed by the hand as she started around the counter. As she passed under the blanket that James held up for her, Sharon added, "But what I am going to do to you both is not considered lady like."

"It's okay dear Sharon, we won't tell a soul." James replied, his smile seemingly bigger than ever.

The room behind the blanket was not very big, and seemingly cramped with a worn out couch along one wall. A cluttered desk across from it. The far wall had a rack of sound equipment, the obvious source of the music playing throughout the store. A beat up looking guitar leaned against the rack, with a cord plugged in to one of the components.

On the desk Sharon noticed the source of the marijuana smell, a bong sat beside an overflowing ashtray. She noticed that some of the butt's had filters, while some were hand rolled.

"Would you like to sit down?" James asked with a wave of his hand toward the couch, in full gentleman mode. Something special to smoke perhaps?"

"No, I don't think so." Sharon answered. She placed herself between the two men and dropped to her knees. "I'll be good right here."

"Okay then!" James answered, already starting to unbuckle his belt.

Rasheed hesitated, seeming shy and unsure of himself. Sharon reached for his belt buckle and smiled up at him, "Here Rasheed, let me help you."

As she worked on opening Rasheed's pants, she saw James drop his to the floor out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but look over to see what he was bringing to the party.

She wasn't disappointed, James was already almost six inches long, and he was stroking it to bring himself to his full hardness. She smiled up at him before finishing with Rasheed's pants.

Sharon was careful, in case the paint on Rasheed's pants wasn't dry yet. She didn't want to get any on her pretty dress. But when she got his pants and boxers down to his ankles, she forgot all about the paint.

Rasheed was huge! His cock was still semi erect, but already pushing seven thick inches. He had a huge mess of pubic hair from his belt line to his huge balls.

Sharon wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke him to its full size, while reaching out to grasp James too.

As Rasheed grew, his cock looked even bigger as Sharon's pale white hand tried to encircle the dark, black, uncircumcised shaft.

James spoke up with astonishment, "Good god brotha! With a cock like that, you can forget about construction, you should be working in porn!"

Rasheed looked bashful as Sharon laughed and agreed. She pulled back the foreskin and as she leaned in, she caught a whiff of his sweat from his day's labor.

Her mouth watered as she pulled back his foreskin and ran her tongue around the still growing crown of his coal black cock. Rasheed groaned in appreciation.

Not wanting to forget James she turned her head and licked his pointy head. She noted that he was trimmed down, his pubes were very short, making his narrow seven inches look even longer.

James was already hard as steel. His milk chocolate colored cock was slender, with every vein protruding. He had a slight upward curve, and a drop of precum began forming at the tip.

Sharon smiled at him before licking the tip of his prick again, leaving a string of precum connecting his dick to her mouth.

She leaned back on her heals and looked at the two pricks she was stroking. The contrast of her white skin and the two cocks, both so different from the other in size and color was very erotic.

Sharon reflected that she hadn't had any black cock since her last trip to the city, or two cocks at once either, for that matter. She was going to enjoy this.

She couldn't deny herself any longer, she took Rasheed's fat cock in her mouth and growled her satisfaction as he moaned.

Stroking James with her right hand, she took as much of Rasheed in her mouth as she could before starting to bob her head. She used her left hand to stroke him at the base, the part of his cock that she couldn't reach with her mouth.

After a minute of this, she switched to James. He too moaned in appreciation, and she stroked Rasheed with her left hand while she worked on James.

The difference in the two men thrilled her. The size, smell and taste of the two was dramatic, and she enjoyed both equally.

By now Rasheed was over his shyness and was as hard as iron, and quite impressive. Sharon stuffed as much of his huge cock in her mouth as she could and continued to stroke the rest.

When her jaw began to tire, she switched off to James and worked on him for awhile while still jacking off Rasheed.