Chapter 1: Opening Image
What even is this?
Alena checked her mirrored reflection as she passed a storefront window, and her insides cringed. Her brown curls stuck out every which way on her head like an unraveled mess of yarn. The dull purple nail polish on her toes matched the slight bruise near her eye. Alena pursed her lips as she mentally noted to stop biting her lip in moments of irritation. A pair of skinny jeans and printed flats finished off her careless shopping attire.
It was Saturday morning, and Alena had decided to take a stroll around the block instead of hitting the crowded aisles of the grocery store. Her phone buzzed with a text message as she turned the corner, so engrossed in her own world she barely noticed the man walking towards her.
The phone slipping from her hand startled Alena out of her thoughts. A gentle laugh drew her eyes upward, and she locked gazes with him. He was tall, at least six feet, with mocha colored skin and broad shoulders that stretched the fabric of his fitted t-shirt.
His hair was cut close to his scalp, and a pair of dark sunglasses hid his eyes. Alena's gaze lingered for a moment longer than normal, and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She bent down to pick up her phone, and he offered, "I got it."
"No, thanks. I'm good." Alena replied, snatching it back. He chuckled and continued down the sidewalk.
Alena watched him walk away, unable to tear her gaze from his toned ass in those designer jeans.
She cursed herself silently, embarrassed at her own thoughts. Alena was a married woman, for god's sake. She had never cheated before, and she hadn't considered it an option. But something about this man called to her, made her wet between her legs.
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts, and walked back to her house. Alena's home was a quaint two-story Victorian with a well-manicured front yard, framed by blooming roses and a lush green lawn.
Inside, the walls were adorned with family photos and art, the furniture upholstered in plush fabrics. However, a darker secret lay within the confines of the house, hidden behind closed doors and hushed whispers.
She tried to shake off the encounter with the stranger, but it lingered in her mind, popping up every so often as she busied herself in the kitchen or while folding laundry. Alena couldn't stop thinking about his strong arms, the narrow waist, and his smooth skin.
She found herself sneaking glances at him from the corner of her eye whenever they passed each other at the store or outside. It had been five days, and she still couldn't shake the way he made her feel.
With a sigh, Alena sat at her dining room table with a glass of wine in hand. It was a Wednesday night, and her husband was out of town on business again. Alena rolled her eyes, wondering why he waited until the middle of the week to leave. She took another sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her veins.
The alcohol steadily creeping its way into her mind, making her thoughts wander. She remembered the strange man from last Saturday. She wished she had let him catch her phone, wondered how it would have played out. The thought brought heat to her cheeks and between her thighs.
Alena closed her eyes and imagined his hands on her, rough and calloused. She imagined feeling the weight of his body pressing her down into the bed as he thrust himself inside of her. Her panties grew damp with the thought, and she slipped her fingers under the fabric.
She massaged her clit in small circles, imagining it was his fingers doing the touching. Her breath hitched as she slipped two fingers inside of herself, imagining it was his cock. She could feel herself building towards an orgasm.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, pulling Alena out of her fantasy. She jumped up, knocking her chair over. Her heart raced as she looked through the peephole. It was him. Standing there. On her doorstep.
She opened the door, still breathing heavily.
"You," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
He gave her a slow, lopsided smile. "Hi."
She swallowed hard, her heart still racing. "What are you doing here?"
He leaned casually against the doorframe, looking her up and down. "I thought I'd come see if I could get some more of that."
Alena's eyes widened. "More of what?"
He took a step closer, his body invading her personal space in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Alena."
Alena took a step back, her mind racing with confusion and desire. "How do you know my name?"
He smirked, his eyes darkening as he leaned in close, his lips brushed against her ear. "I saw it on your mailbox outside."
She felt a shiver run down her spine as his breath tickled her sensitive skin. Her body was on fire, burning with desire and curiosity.
Alena knew she should push him away, but her body didn't want to. She found herself leaning into him, her body molding against his.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Alena," he whispered in her ear.
"I think I have an idea," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, his breath hot against her neck. "Good girl."
He gripped her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Alena could feel his hardness pressing into her as he ground his hips into hers.
A moan escaped from her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were everywhere, grasping at her ass, running through her curly hair, caressing her breasts over her shirt.
His lips found hers, and they kissed with a fervor that left them both breathless. Their tongues danced together, while his hands worked their way under her shirt, tugging it over her head. Alena's bra soon followed, and she stood before him, her breasts bare and exposed.
He traced his fingers over her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh. Alena's head fell back as she moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. He laid her down on the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing a toned and sculpted body.
Alena couldn't help but stare at the black man's impressive form in front of her.
He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. His cock was already rock hard, and Alena could see the moisture glistening at the tip. He slid two fingers inside of her, making her moan in pleasure.
"You're so wet for me," he said, his voice dripping with desire.
Alena nodded, unable to find words. She was too consumed by the feeling of his fingers inside of her.
He curled them and twisted them, eliciting another moan from Alena. He leaned down and started to kiss her neck, the soft pressure of his lips sending a wave of heat throughout her body.
Her tits were still exposed and he couldn't help but squeeze them with his hands. He rose up a bit and peeled off her jeans, leaving her in just her panties. He cupped her ass and sat back on the bed, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her towards him.
"Ride me," he commanded, a dirty smile spreading across his face.