Michonne was exceptionally tired when she arrived at her apartment. She sighed appreciatively thinking how grateful she was that she lived in a lower unit. She could not fathom what she would do if she had to walk up a flight of stairs to get to her bed. Just the thought alone made her body ache. She turned off her car and let her head tilt backwards and closed her eyes for a minute. Today had been one of those days. She could not wait to take a nice long hot bath.
She uncomfortably pulled her purse and briefcase behind her, having to readjust her position so she would not lose her balance as she stumbled out of her car. Finding her footing, she tapped the lock button with her free hand and slammed the door closed.
Making her way to her apartment her nose was teased with some scents of a grill being prepared for the meal that would be placed on it. She could smell the hickory whipping in the wind. This caused her stomach to awaken and remind her that she had not eaten since her breakfast meeting. She made a mental note to take out the salmon to thaw while she was in the tub.
. . .
Rick sat on his balcony on a small stool watching Michonne. Her routine was so predictable. With that said, this was the best part of his day. He liked watching her.
He wondered if he would ever have the nerve to say something to her, something more than the pleasantries they always exchanged. She seemed so self-fulfilled. He was a bit intimidated by her presence, although her curves made her soft and desirable.
He loved watching her walk, especially when she was walking away from him. Her ass would sway back and forth - he could not recall a time in his life when he had seem a woman with such an ample ass. He imagined often how it would look while he was pounding her from behind. The very thought made his body come to life. He recalled her mother saying, "That neighbour of yours is a pretty girl. Ask her out - you need a wife and I need grandchildren!" At the time, he had just rolled his eyes, but his mother was right, she was pretty and he desperately wanted her to himself - living above her was not enough.
Rick shook himself, clearing his head from his descent to the pit of hell. She really was more than a piece of tail to him. Her voice made him want to worship her. One day she would be his. He smiled at his last thought.
"Hey, Rick smells good." Michonne said glancing up as she approached her doorway, digging around for her keys that had slide even further into her purse in the short walk from her car to the door.
"Thanks, Michonne. I haven't even put the meat on yet," he continued, "You know there's enough for you if you want some." He said half-jokingly. He was a bit shocked that he had been so aggressive. Wasn't he just wondering when he would make his move?
"Oh yeah?" She said, pulling her keys out of her purse. "I might have to take you up on that." She chuckling.
"I'm sure you're too tired to cook dinner for yourself and I am already in the midst of cooking." Rick winked. Rick wanted her and couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. He felt a spark. She had given him a small fan to the smouldering fire in his pants. He stood to look down at her.
"Well, sir, you do drive a hard bargain." Michonne said busying herself with trying to get the keys in the door.
"All you got to do is say yes." His eyes smiled with a slight pleading in them.
She was about to decline, but her stomach growled loud enough for the both of them to hear. Rick laughed. "Okay fine, you win!" She laughed.
He smiled as if he had sealed the deal. He continued, "I promise I am a pretty good cook and my mother raised me to be the perfect gentleman."
Michonne took a few steps so she could look up at Rick and smiled, her face was so captivating. She had a cute little button nose that had a childhood scar across the bridge that could barely be seen when she wear her glasses. Her deep dark chocolate eyes were almost black. He thought he might get dizzy looking into them too long. He noticed that she had a slight dimple on her left cheek when she smiled. Michonne knew she was not going to talk him out of it so she nodded, "Okay, I'll be up in about 45 minutes or so, is that enough time?" almost regretting the words as they left her mouth.
"No, I'll come to you. It's been a long day for you I can tell by the way you are walking. The least I can do is bring dinner to you. See you in about an hour?"
She smiled with relief, "Thanks Rick, sounds great."
"It's my pleasure."
. . .
Michonne walked into her house. Her heart was pounding fast. She had to shower and then had to clean up the living room and remove all the books off the table so they would have a place to eat. She put her purse down and briefcase on the couch and leaned over to pull her pumps off starting with the right one. She sighed as her feet were relieved of the four inch heels. She smirked to herself, "what we go through to be cute."
She fumbled for a few minutes, debating wether she should shower first or clean up first but looked at the time and got to work. As she picked up her mess, she thought of what to wear. Rick had seen her in a tank and shorts, taking out the trash or getting the mail, but this was different. Wasn't it? No, this was not a date, it was just two neighbours sharing a meal. She looked at the clock she still had about half an hour before he came to her door with their food. She walked over to her fireplace mantle and lit some candles to set the mood. Was this too much? Maybe but it was too late, it would smell like smoke if she extinguished them now. She walked over to her stereo and turned it on; pushing play the smooth jazz. She walked to her bathroom to take a shower. It was now or never!
. . .
Rick was a bit nervous while finishing up the final touches of their dinner. When Michonne had said yes, he decided to go and take a quick shower and put on black denim jeans and a white top. He did not expect her to say yes. He sprayed some cologne, just in case she got close enough to smell him. He ran his fingers through his curly black hair, making sure it wasn't too messy. Once he was happy with his appearance, he started grilling the meat and corn, he did not want it sitting and becoming cold, he wanted to make this meal the best meal she had ever eaten. He was thankful that he had the mind to put the potatoes in the oven before he got in the shower. They were finished at the same time the meat and corn was ready. He looked at the clock it had been an hour exactly. He headed toward his door. He wrapped every all the items in foil and packed them carefully to carry downstairs.
. . .
Michonne was startled by the knock on the door. She took a moment to get her barrens and then headed towards the door. She took a glance in the mirror to sure that no drool or other embarrassing thing was seeable.
"Just a minute!" She yelled as she ran to take to the bathroom take a swig of mouthwash. You can never to be cautious. Her stomach growled and she darted back to the door. When she opened the door her eyes widened. Michonne was taken by surprise at how tall Rick was. She had always talked to him either from her doorway while he was sitting in his car or like earlier when he was leaned up against the his balcony bannister. She had not realized that he was at least 6'4. His eyes were the bluest she had ever seen and his eyebrows seemed to shield them from the elements. His eye lashes would be the envy of any girl into makeup. His masculine features seemed to flood her. Her breath caught in her throat and she knew she was staring like a deer caught in headlights but she could not break herself away. He was not a beautiful.
"Oh where are my manners." She said finally snapping out of her trance. "Come in." She opened the door and stepped to the side, allowing him to enter.
"Thanks. The food is wrapped tightly in these containers. Where should I put them?" He casually said, at least what he thought was casual.
"Let me take those. Would you like something to drink?" She said taking the containers and walking to the kitchen.
"Water is good." Rick said checking out her apartment.
Michonne had great eye for decor. Her walls were an earthy beige colour with dark brown wooden on the doorways, brown think lines around the base of the walls and matching moldings. She had a simple marble coffee table with a black marble top in the centre of the room with a large three tear candle in the centre surrounded by magazine neatly stacked. Her couch was a lovely white colour that looked like a cloud with a small blue blanket tossed neatly over the back and two floral pillows for an accent. She had black oversized chairs facing each other the material seemed to match the coach. Rick felt like he has walked into MTV cribs. Everything seemed to have its place and complimented each other. He continued to scope out her place and until she returned with the water.
"Please have a seat while I plate the food and set the table."
"I can help." Rick drawled.
"No, you cooked the meal. Sit." She smiled extending her arm towards the couch.
Rick followed her arm and took a seat while Michonne set the table. She placed the food in serving dishes and placed it on the table. Turning to Rick, who was trying not to stare at her while, she busied herself with making everything just right. "Dinner is served."
He smiled and walked over to the table.
The two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the meal Rick had cooked for them. Neither one of them knew what to say so they opted for silence. She had a half empty bottle of Chardonnay and offered him some. He opted for a beer instead.
After dinner she poured herself another glass of Chardonnay and got him another beer. He gladly accepted and they moved over to the couch. Michonne felt a strange sensation. She wanted to kiss Rick. She looked at his lips as he begins to ask her about her choices in furniture and art work on the wall. This man was sexy as hell and in this lighting and she was hoping she was not being obvious. When he turned to her and caught her staring, she jumped up and mentioned something about forgetting to soak the dishes and not wanting the food to stick. She rushed off to the kitchen.
. . .
Did she just lick her lips? Rick thought to himself. He dismissed the thought. They sat on the couch talking for a few minutes when he noticed she did it again. Rick's cock urged him to move closer.
She wants you. Rick shook the second thought from his head. As if she read his mind or heard his thoughts, she leaned towards him. Rick was bracing for the kiss he knew that was coming when she said, "Better take care of those dishes... Excuse me!" Rick was suddenly alone on the couch.
He sat there for a few moments wondering if he should leave but he couldn't bring himself to leave yet. He reclined back on the couch and closed his eyes trying to calm his pulse which he noticed had quickened a bit. This is ridiculous. I should be going home. He was about to tell her that he was going to leave when she touched his arm.
"Wanna help?"
There was just something about her question and her voice. He cleared his throat and hoped she could not see his erection.
"Sure." He said as he followed her to the kitchen. She handed him a dishcloth and said, "You dry, I'll wash." He nodded his agreement while taking the cloth from her.
While they stood at the sink Michonne looked at Rick and asked, "Rick, have you ever dated a Black woman?"
"I have, yes."
"How old are you?" She said slowly removing her hand.
That question caught him by surprise. "36. How old are you?"
"I'm 28, but I'm sure you knew that." She returned to washing dishes, confusing him.
"Have you ever dated a white man?" Rick asked, maintaining eye contact while he grabbed the fork from her hand.
Looking away she blushed. "No, I have not." Turning back to look at him, "They seem to like... thinner and lighter women."
Rick moved closer. "Are you sure about that?" He reached up to touch her face running the back of his hand down her silky cheek.
"It's what I've heard and been told." She grimaced and turned her face. She was embarrassed at how honest and vulnerable she was being about her feelings.
"Any man would be ecstatic to have a woman like you on his arm. You are intelligent, funny, gorgeous-" He cleared his throat and stopped himself.
"You think I'm gorgeous."
"Yes, to be honest with you Michonne, I have wanted to talk to you for months."
"Well, why didn't you."
"I'm not sure, I didn't want to come off like a creepy old man or some guy who wanted you for one night and then move on. Also, I didn't know if you were single." Rick picked up the dishcloth and went back to drying the plates. He needed an out because he was being too forthcoming.
Michonne giggled and shook her head.
"What's so funny?" He looked at her.
"You." She replied and after a pause she added. "I know you've been watching me."
He chuckled.
"At first you weren't then I started noticing little things." She continued.
"I'm listenin'." He said with a sexy smirk on his face.
"Like how you'd go out of your way to talk to me when you're about to head out or that you'd stay on your balcony even on colder nights to say hi." She stopped. "Maybe I'm just overanalysing. I'm being silly."
She put her plates away and stacked his on top of one another. Rick took advantage of their current position - he pressed his body against hers, nuzzling her neck tenderly. "You're right, I have been watching you." He caressed her stomach and slowly made his way down her pants and kissed her. He'd been watching her for over a year now, building up the courage to talk to her. She drove him crazy - the sway of her hips, her plump ass, everything. He wanted her for himself. He felt her press a bit hard and her lips parted slightly. He allowed his tongue to explore her full lips. Michonne lifted her arms up around his neck and pulled him in closer. Rick was eager to please and let his body mold to hers.
"Rick, I want you to fuck me" she begged.
Rick felt his cock harden.
"Yeah?" She turned around and lifted her t-shirt, exposing her black bralette. His eyes grew wide as she slowly exposed more and more of her skin. He reached over to caress her right breast. He took her left one in his mouth. She leaned her head back arching her back so he could have full access. She was in ecstasy. He released her nipple and started on the other one. She moaned holding his head and running her fingers through his curly hair.
Rick couldn't wait any longer. He slid his hand down her pants.
"You're so wet." He whispered and tugged on the waistband to her pants. She assisted him by raising her hips. Once they were past her mound, he allowed his fingers to explore her. Teasing her slit and finally sliding his finger inside. She moaned as he slid another finger in. He was finger fucking her while sucking on her breast. She was holding onto him for dear life as he leaned her back a little going deeper and deeper with his fingers. Finally, he pulled them out slowly and said "Let's go to your room before we hurt ourselves trying to so this standin' up, hmm?" She simply nodded.
He walked behind her and put his arms around her waist. Her waist seemed to be even smaller with no clothes on. He decided that he would continue his earlier exploration of her pussy and began to rub her clit until she came close to a climax and then he stopped. Michonne hissed at him.
"Get your ass on that bed." He spanked her.
He slowly walked over to her stripping his clothes piece by piece never letting his eyes leave hers for more than a few seconds. When he reached her and was fully undressed he pushed her legs apart and dropped down to his knees "Lean back for me, sweetheart."
He knelt in front of her and started sucking and nibbling her clit. He reached up and grabbed one of her breast, squeezing it hard in his hand making her moan louder. As his tongue prodded her tight pussy, she couldn't hold it anymore, she was about to cum and didn't care who heard her.
"Oh fuck Rick, I'm gonna cum!" Michonne gasped as he pushed his fingers into her and began to pound her tight little pussy while he sucked her hard clit. Michonne felt the pressure building up in her belly and tried to hold it, with a loud scream, she released her climax all over his face. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean, watching her bask in the afterglow of her orgasm. He came up to kiss her. She rubbed his cock and smiled into their kiss.
Rick had a nice, thick cock that made her mouth water just looking at it. His balls were full and heavy. Michonne began sucking just the head, and licking down the shaft getting his shaft all wet. She took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked hard, squeezing slightly at the head. Rick drew in a sharp breath and continued to instruct her. "Oh shit! Just like that!"
Rick began to tense up and his dick got rock hard, Michonne could tell that he was about to cum. Her eyes told him to, she wanted it wherever it landed, she really didn't seem care. Rick grabbed her hair and began fucking her mouth. She gagged, but he didn't care. He pulled her head back and came all over her face, neck, and tits.
"Fuck!" He panted. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her again, pushing her back on the bed. "Hi."
"Hi." She whispered back.
Michonne and Rick were slowly getting acquainted with each other's bodies. Rick would slowly touch and caress her arms and legs while Michonne pulled him closer. He could feel himself getting hard again. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit making her moan. She looked so beautiful, laying there waiting for him to enter her.
"You sure about this?" He continued as he looked at her chocolate mound, "Everythin' changes after this."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Yes, I'm sure." He plunged into her. She was so tight. He covered her mouth with his as he began to pound in and out of her pussy over and over again.
"Fuck, you feel so good!"
"Yeah?" He couldn't really focus on having a conversation with her and fucking her. "Cum for me." He panted, raising her left leg above his shoulder. "Shit, Michonne!" He felt his balls tightening, he didn't want it to be over this quick but he knew he couldn't hold off any longer. She was gripping his member, making it harder to concentrate and pull out. "If you keep doin' that I won't be able to pull out." He laughed.
"Cum inside me." She breathed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Everything would change after this.
"Fuck!" Rick growled, pounding into her harder and faster. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Michonne's pussy tightened, she held him there. Rick's world seemed to be spinning. He couldn't hold on and longer and violently came inside Michonne. Her body shook from his thrust.
He fell on top of her. "You okay, old man?" She giggled rubbing his sweaty back.
"Give me a minute." He said, rolling over and laying next to her. She mimicked his movement and pressed her body against his. Her doe eyes bored into his while he calmed his breathing. He eventually pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her. He could get used to his. He kissed her forehead and shut his eyes. Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to this.