Businesswoman

(Author's note: No characters under 18. All Rights reserved.)

(Author's note: No characters under 18. All Rights reserved.)

Businesswoman

Businesswoman

Elena Faye Montgomery

"I need your license, title, and insurance, ma'am," the large, somewhat pudgy officer said.

"Yes, sir! It's in my glove compartment and purse," I told the man.

"Hurry it up, ma'am, I don't have all night," he told me.

"Sir, I have a registered weapon but it's under my seat," I informed him.

"Step outside, ma'am," the officer continued.

"You don't want my license, title, and insurance, now?" I asked.

"Ma'am, I want you outside with your hands on the roof of your car! Don't make me ask you again!" he was beginning to sound agitated.

I quickly unsnapped my seat belt. He opened my car door. As he had ordered. I put my hands on the roof above the passenger compartment rear door.

"Is it all right if I frisk you, or do you want a female officer here?" he inquired.

I was dressed in a bodycon dress that left little to the imagination. I had hands all over my body all evening. What the hell! I told him, "You can frisk me, sir. I assure you I have nothing concealed."

He frisked me quickly but thoroughly paying especial attention to my 38D's. "Step behind your vehicle, ma'am."

I stepped behind my car. He roughly pulled one of my hands behind my back and slapped a handcuff on my wrist. He then pulled my other arm back and snapped the other cuff on me. "Step to the side, Ma'am," he ordered curtly. I stepped to the side. "I'll help you sit, ma'am." I knew it was useless to say that I didn't want grass stains on my dress. He briefly searched my car and proudly pulled my.38 out and placed it on the trunk. He asked again, "Where are your license, title, and insurance.

I explained, "The auto license receipt is in the owner's manual, which is in the glove compartment. My license and insurance are in my billfold which is in my purse." He searched the glove box and found the license receipt. Then he took my purse and displayed it in front of me. He pulled out my billfold, and I guided him to the compartment holding my license and insurance card. He placed all three and my purse on the back of my car. Another police car came up with lights flashing. Another officer got out of his car and came forward to between my car and the first officer's car.

Officer Thomas Culpepper

I saw a black lady handcuffed and unhappily seated on the grass. I saw a.38 automatic and a purse and documents on the back of a late-model Cadillac sedan. I asked the arresting officer, "Joe, what do you have?"

Officer Joe Pendergraft replied, "Sergeant, I have a pistol, for which I haven't checked the registration yet, black female driving a Cadillac, and I smell alcohol on her breath."

I checked the documents on the back of the car. "Joe, why don't you check on her registration and outstanding warrants. I'll see if she merits a breathalyzer."

I inquired, "Elena Faye, have you been drinking?"

She replied, "Yes, sir, I had three mixed drinks over about three hours at a club."

I asked her to follow my finger and the other simple intoxication tests. She seemed alert and slightly impaired but not enough to be concerned.

I asked, "Do you know why you were stopped and cuffed?"

She said, with a few tears running down her mahogany cheeks, "No sir, I don't."

I said, "I don't either. I am going to ask you to do one more field test for sobriety. I'm going to help you to your feet and then I'm going to remove your cuffs."

A few more tears ran down her face, as she replied, "Thank you, sir!" I helped her to her feet and removed the cuffs, adding them to the things on her trunk.

I walked her through the balance, find your nose, and walking in a straight line test, and she passed them. She passed all of them.

I told her, "As far as I'm concerned, you're free to go as soon as Joe verifies no outstanding warrants."

Joe joined us, "She's clean," he informed me. He returned to his car after retrieving his cuffs. I watched as she tearfully gathered up her things. Somebody passed us like a bat out of hell. Joe took off immediately, siren screaming and lights flashing. I tapped on her window and told her, "I have to apologize for Joe being a little overzealous. Tell you what, if you're interested and have the time, I'll buy you a cup of coffee."

She seemed a little reluctant but then said, "No more handcuffs?"

I agreed, "No more handcuffs."

She replied, "I'll follow you."

I led her to a nearby twenty-four hour coffee shop. When she got out of the car, I noticed a pair of very attractive light brown legs. As the rest of her body followed, I realized that Elena Faye was incredibly stacked in a very revealing little tan dress.

We sat down in a booth. I told her, "This is all unofficial, right?"

She said, "Sure"

I said, "When I invited you for coffee, I really didn't realize what a knock out you were."

She replied, "Really!", with a sort of disbelieving smirk.

I told her, "Damn! Now I've lost my credibility."

She told me, "Maybe not completely, you were a lot nicer than the other officer."

I continued, "May I ask what you were doing out alone tonight?"

She said, "Sure, I met some of my girlfriends for a sort of a girls' night out. They all paired up with guys, and I decided to go home alone."

I explained, "I would have thought you would be the first one to find someone to pair up with."

She replied, "Maybe I'm a little more discriminating."

I replied, "That's good. May I call you Elena?"

She responded, "Sure, that's my name! What can I call you?"

I said, "My name is Tom. What do you do, Elena?"

She explained, "I'm trained as a cosmetologist, but I guess I qualify as a businesswoman, since I own three salons and a couple of other businesses as well."

I told her, "I thought you were a special person. You showed a lot of restraint on that traffic stop. A white male businessman would have been threatening legal action and probably a lot more."

She again began tearing up, "Tom, I didn't want to go to jail. I felt like it would all come right in the end. And sure enough, you came charging up to save me."

I said, "Elena, I was just doing my job, trying to keep Joe from getting himself into trouble."

She inquired, "Does your job include taking potential perps out for coffee?"

I replied, "Only if they're as gorgeous as you are."

She joked, "Be careful of sexual harassment!"

I replied, "Only in my dreams!"

She said, "I've had enough tea, if you follow me, I'll buy you a drink!"

I answered, "I can't turn an offer like that down. Fortunately, I went off shift about fifteen minutes ago."

I followed her gold-colored Cadillac to a nice, well-kept sixties style home in a semi-residential area. She explained, "I'm parking here, we can walk to the bar."

The first business we passes was Elena Faye's Beauty Salon. We then entered Elly's Place Bar and Grill. There was a little bit of a hush when we walked in but then the clientele seemed to go back to normal. I'd say Elly's Place was forty to fifty percent full with a mixed clientele. Some tables appeared to be all black, a few were all white, many were mixed. She seated me at the bar, then she went behind it and said, "What do you want, sailor?"

I replied, "If I can't have you, I'll take a scotch and water."

She responded, "Scotch and water coming up. As far as your other request goes, the night is still young."

I wasn't falling in love, but I certainly was falling in lust with this woman that I had just met. I think she fixed herself a mimosa. Anyway, once she finished, she came around and sat on the bar stool next to me. She opened with, "Have you ever been with a black girl?"

I admitted, "You're the first black girl that I've been attracted to."

She responded, "So you think I might be okay?"

I explained, "No, I think you would be a lot more than okay. Try personable, intelligent, and beautiful for starters."

She said, "You know, sailor, I'm usually not attracted to white guys, but somehow you're different. I think of you as Tom, not some white guy sitting next to me."

I replied, "I guess I think of you as Elena, a woman with nicely tanned skin."

She finished her mimosa, "Are you ready to go, Tom?"

I smiled and said, "Where are we going?"

She said, "I'm walking past our cars and into my house. You can stop at your car and go home, or I can show you around my house."

The house tour didn't get past the main floor master bedroom. I took her in my arms and kissed her. As the kiss progressed, first, my tongue, and then her tongue came into play. Her taste was a little different than most girls I'd kissed. Perhaps a little salty, musky, smoky, or all three. I liked the difference. Our clothes just seemed to melt away. God, was she stacked.

When I went down on her, the same minor difference in taste was there. Again, I liked it. After her first orgasm, I kissed back up her body to her lips and then guided my manhood into her slit. It was hot, very nice. She began moaning, panting, and kissing as I slowly stroked her. Oh God, did it feel good. The kissing was nice, but that pussy, hot and wet, was fantastic. I generally have excellent control, but it was a struggle to hold off my ejaculation. Her hips bucked as she cried out in ecstasy, "Oh, fuck, that's good!" I paused for her to regain her composure and then began ramming her a little faster and a little harder. She cried out lots of stuff, but what I remembered was, "Oh, honey! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" In a few minutes her whole body shook in the pleasure of another climax. I knew I was getting closer but tried to hold off for one more climax for her. I banged her ever harder and ever faster and I was very close to simultaneously ejaculating as she had a convulsive orgasm.

She was breathing hard as I held her and felt my erection lessening. When she could breath near normally, she said, "Oh, Tom! That was wonderful! Maybe I need a steady diet of white boy cock!"

I replied, "That's fine so long as it's this white boy's cock! Elena, you were beyond fantastic!"

She responded, "Only because of you. Tom, I'd like you to hold me while I sleep, but if you want to go, that's all right, too!"

I told her, "I have to work tomorrow, but I wouldn't mind holding you for a while."

She kissed me one more time and then closed her eyes and went to sleep, her head against my chest and my arms around her. It was very endearing on her part. My lust was satiated, but I still liked being with her.

We slept about five hours until around six. We awakened to morning light around her bedroom's blinds. I kissed her and did she ever kiss me back. By the time her hand found my rod of joy, I was almost ready for action. I kissed down that beautiful mahogany body, stopping to pay tribute to her very dark areolas and nipples. By the time I reached her pink pussy, she was wet, very wet. It was a very few minutes of licking her clit and slit until she was crying out her joy in climax.

I then rolled her over pulled her up to her knees and began giving her the thorough reaming that she deserved. I loved to feel the contractions of her orgasms. Nevertheless, on the fourth climax, I unloaded, spurting against the walls of her love canal. It was a great way to start the day.

She suggested we go to Elly's Place for breakfast and then return to her bed for a final snog before I went home to prepare for my day's shift. I thought that was an excellent plan and we followed it to the letter. They had excellent waffle sandwiches at Elly's, and the coffee was about as good as it gets.

Back in her bed, I made her change positions each time she orgasmed. I think she was on her eighth orgasm when I finally had to release my load deep into her cunt. I had really enjoyed being with a dark-skinned woman, but now I had to back to being a policeman. I thought, "What are you doing? In my mid-thirties, I didn't know if my parents would accept her.

As it approached time for me to check in at the station, I decided that I wanted more of what Elena was giving me. I called her and she said I could come over to her house when I went off shift. I knew I would be hornier than hell by then and hoped that she would be too.

She met me at the door in a white negligee that left little to the imagination. I think it was less than five minutes from her greeting at the door until I was penetrating her wonderful, warm, wet snatch. It was just as good, perhaps a little better than our first night together.

After two rounds we went over to Elly's Place for cocktails. I asked her about calling her Elly. She told me she answered to Elena, Elly, or E with or without the Faye. I decided I liked both Elena and Elly. Another round back at her place and we went to sleep with me spooning her. I liked it because I could kiss the back of her neck whenever I wanted. That was a frequent occurrence.

Elena

After the traumatic interaction with Officer Pendergraft, having Tom take over was a pleasure. I don't know why but I seemed to have a special feeling for him. I was almost overjoyed when he asked me for a cup of coffee. Long story short we then went for a drink at Elly's Place. I then took him to see my house. We never got past the master bedroom. I didn't remember ever being so hot as I was for him when we got to my bedroom. I knew for sure I had never been so hot for a white guy. The white guys I was with before Tom were nothing to write home about. Tom took things to a level that I had only approached with black lovers. It quickly became clear that he was the real deal. When he went down on me, I just melted. It seemed like no time until I was cumming. His wasn't the biggest rod I had ever had, but he seemed to know just what to do with it and when to do it. I came and I came and I came again.

I was very pleased that he was willing to spend the night with him. My hopes for another round in the morning were met and then exceeded. The only details I could remember was that he just made me feel wonderful all over. It even felt good to sleep against him. I think I could have spent another eight hours in bed with him, but unfortunately he had to go to work.

I am a very conscientious boss, but some how I didn't want to go to work the next day. I just wanted to think of all the pleasures he had given me the night before. It made my day when he called and I invited him to my house for more of the same.

I think the second night was even better than the first even though the first was marvelous. I asked him if I should come to his place sometimes. He said I had a better bed, a better house, and a better bar and grill almost next door. I took his word for it and we continued our nightly rendezvouses at my house.

Gradually, I got back in the swing of running my businesses again, although all my female employees were teasing me about my new man, even though some of them didn't know anything about Tom, not even his name. They still could tell that for some reason I was happier than I had been for a long time.

My businesses keep me busy. I don't know what they're worth, but I do know that my debts are in the low seven figures. I may not be a millionaire in assets but I certainly am in liabilities. I have a wide range of assets: First and foremost are my three beauty salons. Then there is Elly's Place. I also own a motel, two apartment complexes, and some commercial real estate, mainly strip malls that are partially tenanted by my businesses. My car is a business expense, as I spend a lot of time, driving between businesses, just making sure that each and every one of my businesses is doing well.

I like to wear knit body-con dresses. mostly square cut. I like them about an inch above mid-thigh, pushing the limits a little bit. On the other end, I vary the cleavage from a little bit to a whole lot depending on the situation. Less cleavage for business meetings, more for pussycatting around. For the latter I have a dress that is split all the way to below my navel, but with straps holding the sides together, as long as they stay buttoned. I think I can pull this off nicely because I have nice mahogany legs topped by a 38D-25-37 body. I keep my hair shoulder-length and straighten it regularly. Sometimes I wear it in a bun or a pigtail. Socially I let it hand down to slightly below my shoulder blades. I have a good complexion so I don't use much makeup. My hair is black and goes nicely with my dark brown eyes.

I think Tom really likes my knit boy-con dresses, particularly the ones that show a lot of cleavage. We seldom have any problems when we go out clubbing because Tom is a pretty large guy, and telling guys that are borderline aggressive that my boyfriend is a cop usually cools them off pretty quick.

My time with Tom was almost idyllic until one night I was coming out of Elly's Place with Ronnie. I was headed home to meet Tom, and I saw what I thought was his car slow down and then drive off. As I was letting us in to my house, I got a text message from Tom, saying simply, 'Elena, what's going on?'

I texted him back, 'Where R U? I though U were coming over after your shift.'

He texted me back, 'Who was the dude you were at Elly's with?'

I texted him back, 'That was my cousin Ronnie. I thought you'd like to meet him.'

It seemed like he didn't quite believe me, although he eventually came back and joined us in my living room.

I introduced Tom to Ronnie and they were civil but not much more. Shortly, Ronnie excused himself. He was studying economics in graduate school. I could tell Tom wasn't comfortable with my explanation that I had known Ronnie over twenty years, since we were children, and that we were just cousins, and nothing more.

Tom

I didn't know whether to believe Elly or not. Her story was credible but when I saw them coming out of Elly's Place they seemed a lot friendlier than distant cousins. They seemed even friendlier than a brother and sister would normally be. I still made love to Elly that night but I had to admit I was not as enthusiastic as usual. I'm not sure if it was just me or both of us not being our usual passionate selves.

I had to admit that what I saw as an unusual level of intimacy could have just been two friends kidding around but I couldn't make myself believe that. I decided to try to do a little investigating of Mr. Ronnie.

I found a family tree for Elly on one of the online ancestry sites. She had a second cousin once removed named Ronnie. Assuming it was the same guy, as far as I knew no religion or state forbade relationships between second cousins.

After a few weeks of not seeing Ronnie around, it sort of blew over and Elly and I regained our previous passion for each other. But then another 'cousin' showed up. When Elly let me in her house, there was Jerry sitting on her living room sofa. I was introduced to him as Cousin Jerry.

When I looked at Elly's family tree I saw no Jerry, Jeremiah, Gerald, or Jeremy. Ditto forGeorge,Geraldo, Geronimo,Jared,Jerome,Jermaine, andJeronimo. I decided I needed to talk to Elly about this.