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Olivia - Part Eight
(Kelly Addams)

Jeff sat in his office and stared out of the window, it was approaching lunchtime and he hoped that she'd walk past. He'd noticed her a few weeks earlier, a cute little Latina chick. She wasn't really his type, Jeff had always been adamant that he couldn't stomach any skin colour that hadn't started as pure milky white. Tanning didn't enter his mind as an issue, he loved a hot Caucasian babe with a bronze tan, because that was natural, she'd begun white and the sun had given her an exotic glow. But chicks who were born dark brought out the worst in his misogynistic character, at least that was how it worked... normally!

This girl wasn't that dark, not like the Latina girls from places like Santo Domingo, they were no better than niggers in his opinion, even if their skin tone had been lightened by generations of interbreeding with white Europeans. Her complexion was a golden olive, and her hair was jet black, tied back into a pony tail. He liked that look, she couldn't have been much older than nineteen, but that hair made her look almost like a naughty schoolgirl.

And she could be a schoolgirl he thought, if it wasn't for those thighs and that ass. Her tits were smaller than he usually liked, but there was something about a tight waist, wide hips and a perky round ass that always stirred him right below the belt.

And looking at this another way he told himself as crazy ideas began to filter into his mind, these Hispanic types are usually near the bottom of the pile. These are girls who are eternally grateful if you buy them a burger and fries. The pure-bred white girls are arrogant, at least the beautiful ones are. Ask them to dinner and they expect silver service and champagne. If I wanted a side chick then I should think ethnic. Not black he added instantly, the thought of sticking his cock into a nigger pussy turned his stomach. But an ethnic girl that is almost white is definitely acceptable.

He'd chatted with the girl a few times and he could tell that she was open to suggestion, all he had to do was flash a little cash and she'd be riding him in the back of his car in a heartbeat. Maybe set her up in a little one bedroom apartment in a cheap part of town he pondered, that wouldn't cost so much.

I'll always be careful not to give her too much though, after all it's not a good idea to develop her tastes to appreciate the finer things in life. Definitely keep her a fast- food type of girl, a burger and a beer chick without any delusions of grandeur.

He felt his cock beginning to stiffen as he imagined how it would be to have a woman in his life that actually wanted to keep him happy. A dirty bitch that will do everything I want, without making me feel like some kind of freak. Jeff liked feet, toes to be more accurate, but Olivia had always made him feel like a weirdo when he wanted to suck on hers. He was also a fan of anal, he'd only done it once before, in college, with a girl who was too drunk to care which hole he took. He'd loved the tightness, the way she'd squeezed his cock as he thrust his five and a half inches as deep as he could go. It was an experience that he hadn't enjoyed since. The women that he'd dated prior to getting married had always promised "One day," but ditched him long before that day arrived. Olivia, on the other hand had been vehemently final in her decision, stating loudly... "Not in this lifetime, or any other!"

 

But sexy Sophia will probably let me plunder that passage, after all, if I'm keeping her as a side chick she'll understand that you don't bite the hand that feeds you... so even if she's not that into it she won't refuse me, not if she wants to stay, rent free, in her new apartment.

He saw her in the distance and groaned softly as his erection strained, somehow she looked even hotter than usual. She was dressed the same as every other day, the same black skirt and white blouse, but his imagination was trimming a few inches from her skirt's hem, he wondered what colour and type of panties she liked? Was she a sexy tease that wore thongs that disappeared between her ass cheeks and barely covered her snatch, or was she unadventurous when it came to lingerie?

Definitely a thong chick he decided, then shifted his thoughts to what lay beneath.

Natural, trimmed or shaved?

Smooth shaved he decided without having to debate. Latina girls were sometimes a little hairy, he'd learned that from a number of porn sites and forums. Sophia was far too sexy to be sporting an unruly full bush under her short skirt. He pictured her passing the window, he opened up and grinned. She paused and returned the smile.

"Hey sexy," he said with a wink, "Fancy meeting up for a couple of drinks after work?"

"But you have a wife!" she replied with a sparkle in her eyes. "True," Jeff chuckled, "But she's not invited."

"In that case," Sophia answered, "Why not, it sounds like fun."

Then after I can take you to a cheap motel... and we can fuck like rabbits he thought, then opened his eyes and returned to the real world just as Sophia drew level with his window. She looked his way and smiled, Jeff raised his hand and mouthed "Hi." A second later she was gone, and Jeff sat behind his desk with a raging boner and an overwhelming need to masturbate. In his imagination it had all seemed so easy.

"Next time," he whispered, "Next time I'll ask her, next time it will be very different." and snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his desk drawer he flung open the door to his private bathroom.