I stepped out of the tube station, unprepared for the heavy downpour. This wasn’t the usual London drizzle—it was relentless. As I stood under the small overhang, unsure of my next move, I noticed a tall figure nearby holding an umbrella.

“Looks like you’re stuck too,” he said, his deep voice carrying a faint accent. He was at least a foot taller than me, broad-shouldered with smooth, dark skin.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect this,” I replied, brushing wet hair behind my ear.

“Where are you headed? You live nearby, don’t you?”

His question caught me off guard. Had I seen him before? “I do, just up the road,” I said cautiously.

“We must be neighbors,” he smiled. “I’ve seen you around.”

He offered to share his umbrella, and I stepped closer. As we walked, the conversation flowed easily. He was from Ghana, had been in London for five years. His voice was rich, comforting, and before I knew it, I was sharing bits about myself—more than I usually would with a stranger. “This is me” I said as we reached my building. “I’m just a couple of streets over,” he nodded. “Glad I could save you from getting soaked.”

Once inside, I offered him coffee as a quick thank you. As I prepared it in the kitchen, he stood close—too close. His arm brushed my waist as he reached for a cup, and I could feel the tension building.

Every move seemed intentional. When I turned to get the sugar, he was right behind me, his chest lightly grazing my back, fingers lingering on my waist. I knew exactly what he was doing, and I didn’t pull away.

Feeling damp from the rain, I excused myself for a quick change. As I walked to my bedroom, I made sure to leave the door slightly open, a small invitation I wasn't fully acknowledging to myself. I stood in front of the mirror, positioning myself carefully so that from the kitchen, he could see my reflection. As I peeled off my wet clothes, I could feel his eyes on me, the subtle thrill of being watched sending a rush through my body. I took my time, letting the moment linger, every movement slow and deliberate, knowing exactly the effect it would have.

When I returned, wearing a fresh dress, I could feel his eyes follow me. He leaned back against the counter, a slow smile spreading across his face. Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he added, “But honestly... you’re so hot, I doubt any lingerie could do you justice.” The comment caught me off guard, sending a mix of heat and amusement through me. I laughed, brushing it off casually, but there was no mistaking the spark it ignited between us. I smirked, leaning against the counter. “I don’t take gifts from strangers,” I said, teasing him with a playful glance. “But you could always buy me the hottest lingerie.” I added a wink for effect. He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Only if I get to see how well it fits,” he shot back smoothly, his voice low and full of mischief. The tension between us thickened, both of us fully aware of the direction this was heading. I held his gaze, feeling a boldness rise in me. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind showing you,” I replied, my voice soft but daring, “but only if you’re good enough to deserve it.” I gave him a slow, deliberate look, letting the challenge hang between us. He smirked, stepping closer until there was barely any space between us. His voice dropped, laced with intensity. “Oh, I don’t need to earn it,” he said, locking eyes with me. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be the one begging to show me.” The boldness of his words caught me off guard, and a flush of heat crept over me, leaving me momentarily speechless. I shook my head, a playful smile on my lips. “You’re quite bold,” I said, maintaining a teasing distance. “But don’t think you’ve won me over just yet.” I gave him a lingering glance, my tone softening slightly. “You’ll need to work a bit harder to get me to give in.” He moved even closer, his voice a commanding whisper. “Resisting is your choice,” he said, his hand resting firmly on my lower back. “But it’s your loss if you don’t let go. By the end of the night, you’ll be craving every touch, every kiss I promised you. Don’t make me wait too long.” His confidence was electrifying, making it impossible to ignore the undeniable attraction between us. The air crackled with tension as his words lingered, leaving me breathless. I met his gaze, a mix of defiance and desire in my eyes. “You might be right,” I said softly, stepping even closer. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

With a smile, he guided me gently towards the couch, his touch tender yet firm. We kissed passionately and his grip was getting firm around my waist. In the dim light, in no time we undressed each other. Since he being a black guy no wonder how thick and hard dick he had. He turned me around on couch and spread my legs to lick my pussy. He was so good that I literally lost myself in the moment. Being a bj nerdy woman, I was tempted to take his dick deep to my throat. I sucked him until he came on my face. The next thing he did surprised me to the core! As he splashed on my mouth, he cleaned everything with his tongue and it was quite a turn on. Then he took me to the bedroom and fucked in various positions. I had a countless orgasm that nigh that left me wanting more.