Whilst she was shopping

Sarah had needed to get out of the house. Every time she was at home, she kept thinking about masturbating. Even now she felt herself pining for that big black dildo. She was struggling with feeling a little disgusted at herself. She had never been like this. Sex had never been important to her but she had always enjoyed it but now she just wanted to play with that fake cock all the time.

Tom had been an absolute sweetheart. It couldn’t be easy on him. She just found any thought of doing sexual stuff with him offputting. The thought of touching his cock made her grimace. For some reason, she had developed a very specific fetish for black men.

She tried to analyze it. Her current theory was that, because she had gone off sex and the black dildo had helped her out of that situation, she had somehow made an association with the colour of the dildo and what she was attracted to. She wasn’t totally convinced that it was that way but it was her best hypothesis.

She caught sight of herself in the reflection of the window she was looking in. She was pleased with how she looked these days. She had regained the figure of her youth and maybe even improved on it. She certainly didn’t remember her ass being as shapely or her breasts as proud. That, coupled with her improved wardrobe made her feel good.

She bought a few items of clothing, mostly everyday clothes. She caught sight of the underwear department. Apart from the usual comfortable ware, some of the mannequins showed off more exciting lingerie. Her pussy throbbed a little at the thought of wearing small lacy garments and in her imagination, she was standing in front of a tall black man as he drank her in with his hungry eyes, his thick, long cock hardening at the sight of her.

She squeezed her thighs together to give her a modicum of stimulation. “What is wrong with me?” she whispered out loud to herself. There was no reason to buy anything. She had told Tom that she would not sleep with anyone else and she wasn’t interested in showing Tom because he might get the idea that she wanted sex with him. Still, she found herself browsing and before long, picking several items up to take to the changing room.

Looking at herself in the lingerie kept giving her flashbacks to some of the porn she had watched with beautiful young women wearing similar items in front of well hung black men. It wasn’t helping calm her libido and the fantasy made the purchase too enticing. She even took the labels off one set to wear out. It was a particularly small lace thong with a bra that was pretty much see-through. It made her feel very sexy wearing it.

She was looking in a shop window, trying to decide whether or not to go in when a gruff voice from behind her made her jump. “Spare some change, sexy lady?” She turned around to see a tall older black man. He was raggedly dressed, his tatty beard and dreadlocks were mostly grey and his voice had a deep west indies accent. He had made her jump and she yelped slightly as she turned to see him.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I didn’t mean to scare ya’. I was wondering if you could spare me some change?” he said while looking her up and down with a pleased look on his face.

Sarah looked at him in surprise. Why? Why did she find him attractive? He was old and dirty but he had presence and a charming smile. She was shaken by the twitch her pussy gave as she looked at him.

The man waited for her to respond then said, “Are ya’ alright sexy lady? Ya’ taken aback by Jack’s handsome face?”

“Yes, I mean no, I mean… I’m sorry, what did you want again?” she stammered.

Jack gave her a smile. It was like he could sense that she was interested in him, at least a little. “I was asking for some change but if ya’ prefer you could take me out on a date. I may be broke but I can still show a lady a good time, ya’ feel me?” He moved closer to her and Sarah backed away until she was on the glass of the shop.

A date? With this old beggar? This old, black, charming beggar? Maybe… No. “I’m sure you could but I’m married.”

“He’s not around. I could show you about town?” Jack got into her personal space and she had to tilt her head up to see his face.

Her heart was pounding but not because she was afraid. She licked her lips. If he kissed me now, would I resist? She couldn’t let the situation get to the point where she found out the answer to that question. She lifted up her handbag and in a fluster, started to get out her wallet. She fished out a twenty and held it up to him, eyes wide, lips parted. “Here, I hope you end up in better times soon.”

Jack looked down at her and smiled. He wasn’t in a rush but he took the money slowly from her hand. “That’s mighty generous.” He reached out and picked up her hand. She didn’t resist as he lifted it to his lips and kissed it. A small thrill ran through her at the feel of his lips on her skin. If he didn’t let go she didn’t know what she would do.

He dropped her hand and stepped back. “Me offer stands if you want to take old Jack out. You know where to find me.” He gave her a wink and started to walk away.

Sarah bit her lip and squeezed her legs tight. Her pussy was dripping wet and she had soaked her new panties. She took a moment to gather herself and, unable to shake the intense arousal, she got out her phone and searched for a nearby shop that would sell what she needed. She found one within walking distance just out of the main centre and set off at a pace.