The Trouble with Nikki

The coffee shop was crowded. I hadn’t been in place with this many people since the pandemic started. I was still trying to maintain proper social distancing. I gave a wide berth to three high school kids, all wannabe influencers taking up too much space around the counter.

As I circled them, I peeked over their shoulders to see what they were capturing on their phones. Being over 6-feet has advantages. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, I banged into somebody.

“Hey!” It was a woman’s voice, “Watch where…Oh that’s just great!” She was angry.

I had carelessly bumped into a woman who was leaving the counter with a cold drink, maybe iced coffee. But most of it was now on the floor, or soaking the front of her cream colored blouse.

“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, “It was my fault. Stay there, I’ll grab some napkins.”

Squeezing through people waiting for beverages, I snatched a fist-full of paper products. She was still standing there with a bewildered look. Liquid dripped from her right hand that was clutching the half-empty cup. She looked up at me as I handed her a few of the napkins. Then I bent down and started sopping up what was on the floor.

When I straightened back up, she still hadn’t moved. I towered over her. She couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. And she looked like a lost, sad, and slightly damp kitten.

“Are you okay?” I asked in a repentant tone. “I’m so sorry.”

“You said that already,” she replied sadly. “But look at me.”

I looked. I liked what I saw. She was nicely dressed, except for the stain. She was wearing red lipstick, which showed up beautifully against her black skin. Even though her eyes weren’t happy, they drew me in.

“Here,” I said, gently taking her by the arm. “Let’s move out of the middle of the room and get you cleaned up.”

I guided her to an open table. She didn’t resist as I helped her sit down. I threw away the wad of wet napkins I was clutching, and went to get some more. When I returned, she was dabbing at her wet blouse, so I just laid the additional napkins on the table next to her.

“What were you drinking?” I asked, pointing to the cup. “I’m going to buy you a new one.”

“Forget it.”

“No, come on. It’s the least I can do. And I’ll pay for your blouse to be cleaned.”

“Never mind that either. This was just the perfect end to a crappy day.” she said bitterly.

“It’s 10:30. How can it be so crappy already? Things could turn around by lunch time.”

That was when she started crying. She bowed her head, so I couldn’t see her face, but her shoulders were shaking. Even as a guy I could tell this was probably not a positive sign.

“Hey,” I said soothingly, as I took the chair opposite her. “How bad could things be?”

I heard sniffling, and she took some more napkins to dab at her eyes. Finally, she took a ragged breath and answered me.

“I had a job interview this morning, and it didn’t go well.”

“How do you know?”

“I know…I been going through this for a year.”

“Well…you look nice.”

She raised her head and glared at me.

“Don’t patronize me.”

I raised my hands defensively. “I’m not. You’re dressed like someone who deserves a job. You look competent and well put together. Seriously.”

“Thank you, I guess,” she said grudgingly. “I came in here and wasted money I don’t have, on a fancy drink. And I end up wearing it.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help myself. She saw it before I could push the smile away.

“It’s not funny.”

“I agree. I was just thinking that you look cute even when stained.”

Her lips tightened. “Don’t toy with me. What do you think this is? The day when tall white man swoops in to save poor little black girl?”

I looked around nervously, hoping no one could hear any of this. “Little black girl” made it sound like she was a child. She was maybe 10 or 15 years younger than me. Since I’m 58, this wasn’t exactly pedophilia.

“Let’s start again,” I countered. “My name is Dow…and you are….?”

“Dow? Like the stock exchange? What kind of name is that?”

I felt my face flush, more with irritation than embarrassment. “I…um…it’s a family name. You can call me Henry if you prefer. That’s my legal first name. Dow’s my middle name. Or you can just ignore me altogether.”

She softened. “What I said was mean. I’m taking my bad day out on you. My name’s Nikki.”

“Nikki,” I repeated. “I like that name. It’s a pleasure to meet you…and ruin your clothes.”

“Funny,” she couldn’t hide a smile.

“I like that smile. Maybe I could see more of it.”

“Get me a job and you might.”

“What are your skills…besides looking great for interviews?”

She smiled again, and then told me what she did. I didn’t really catch the details because I was looking at her. Watching her eyes, the way she wore her hair, how her lips moved, how she gestured with her hands, and that there wasn’t a ring on her left one. I noticed my stomach rumbling, and had an idea.

“Since you won’t let me buy you a coffee or get your clothes cleaned, let me take you to lunch.”

She frowned. “Yeah, no. I’m not going to lunch with stained clothes. Besides, I’ve got stuff to do at home.”

“Then how about dinner tonight?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why, don’t you get hungry?”

“I don’t go out with complete strangers. You could be a psycho killer or a serial drink spiller.”

I laughed. “That’s pretty funny. You do have a sense of humor.” I pulled out my business card and handed it to her. “This is me. Check out the company website. You’ll find my picture and bio posted. That’s got to give me some credibility. And that’s my cell number.”

She held the card with a look of uncertainty.

“Why don’t you meet me right here at 5:15? I get out of work at 5 and my office is right around the corner.”

She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was considering my proposal.

“Then, we’ll just walk across the street,” I said, pointing over her shoulder to Vincent’s. It was a high end steak house, where I’d eaten many times.

“They’ve got great steaks, and all kinds of other entrees, if you don’t eat meat.”

She was still silent, so I kept talking.

“You’ve got to eat anyway, right? It’ll be 90 minutes, two hours tops. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

She sighed, but followed it with a smile. “Ok, I’ll go home, check you out, and if I decide to meet you here tonight, I’ll text you.”

“Fair enough.”

“Now, you stay here,” she said as she stood up. “I’m leaving, and I don’t want you following me home or something else creepy.”

“I won’t move a muscle.”

My eyes followed her as she turned away from the table and headed for the door. My gaze traveled down to her backside. It looked great in the tight skirt. I was beginning to imagine what it might look like underneath, when she glanced back at me over her shoulder. I was caught. There was nothing I could do, so I just shrugged and smiled. And she was gone.

The text came at 4:30, just when I was starting to worry.

“See you at 5:15.”

I added the number to my contacts as “Nikki.” There wasn’t time for me to go home and change, but I was already wearing decent work clothes. I had a blue sport coat, over a blue and white checked dress shirt, and grey pants. I took a risk and dabbed on a little cologne from the bottle I kept in my desk drawer, hoping she wasn’t allergic to scents.

I was early, because I always am. The coffee shop closed at 5, so I stood outside and waited. Minutes dragged by. I kept checking my phone for the time, and to see if she texted. At 5:20 she appeared around the corner and walked toward me. She was wearing a red top that looked like something I wanted to touch. Her black skirt hugged her in a way that immediately had me wondering what she would look like from the back. Her outfit was topped off with red pumps that matched her top.

“You look great,” I said appreciatively.

She flashed a shy smile. “Thanks. You look…the same.”

I laughed again. “Let’s go eat.” I offered my arm and headed across the street.

Dinner was good. We shared a shrimp cocktail appetizer. She ordered grilled salmon and veggies, and a dinner salad. I had a sirloin, medium rare, a baked potato, and broccoli with a cream sauce. We each had a glass of wine. Mine was red, hers was white.

As good as dinner was, the conversation was better. She relaxed, even before our second glass of wine. She laughed at my stories, and I was fascinated with hers. The time flew by. We ordered dessert. She got tiramisu, and I picked the triple chocolate cake. She wanted to taste mine, and of course I let her.

“I’ve never…um…dated a…person of…uh…color,” I stammered.

Nikki smirked. “How politically correct of you. You can say black, you know.”

“Well, I’ve never dated a black girl either.”

“This is a date?”

“Isn’t it?”

“I guess,” she spooned a bit of tiramisu into her mouth, and slowly pulled the utensil back out in a way that seemed seductive.

“Have you ever dated a guy who was…like me?”

“If you mean clumsy, then yes. If you mean white, then also yes. Once. I think he was trying to fulfill his interracial fantasies.” Her eyes bored into me as she asked, “Is that what you’re into?”

“No,” I said truthfully. “I’ve actually never even thought about it one way or the other. I’m just into you.”

My words hung in the air, and she just stared back at me. It felt like I was under the microscope, being examined, evaluated, tested. The server brought the check. I put my credit card down. He took it away and brought it back for me to sign. I added a generous tip. Nikki still hadn’t spoken.

“Nikki, I’m not ready for this night to end,” I said, breaking the quiet.

“What do you have in mind,” she replied, “Bowling?”

I grinned. “I wondered if you might come back to my place.”

“That’s not a good idea. Don’t think this hasn’t been great,” she added. “It has. But going home with you, seems unwise.”

“I understand. But I couldn’t let you leave without asking. I’d kick myself all the way home. Can I see you again?”

“I’d love that.”

The way she said those words made my heart skip.

“Did you drive here?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t ride the bus, looking like this. And I didn’t Uber. I’m unemployed, remember.”

“Then, can I walk you to your car?”

Thankfully, she agreed. As we left the table, I put my hand on the small of her back. It was far enough down that I could just feel the swell of her ass. I kept my hand there, guiding her to the door. She didn’t object.

“I’m down the block from the coffee shop. It’s metered parking that ends at 6.”

Hers was the only car left on the street. The beat up Toyota Corolla was clean, but at least ten years old.

“This is me,” Nikki said, keys in hand.

I turned her to face me. I looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. Then I pulled her body into mine, leaned down, and kissed her. She kissed me back. Her lips were soft. My tongue pushed between her lips, and she accepted it. Our mouths explored each other. I tasted tiramisu.

I held her with one arm, and let the other drop down to her ass. I cupped her right cheek, and gently squeezed. Then I move to the other. I began slowly massaging the fleshy globes as I kissed her. Nikki groaned into my mouth.

“Your hands feel nice on my body.”

I dropped both hands down to caress her ass, and pressed her into me even more tightly. There was no way she could miss that I was aroused. My erection was pushed up against her belly. It was hard, but getting harder.

I lifted my mouth off of hers. She gasped for air and gave me a surprised look.

“We’re out on the street. I understand you not going home with me, but how about…” The question hung in the air, and Nikki’s expression turned expectant.

“Can I show you my office? It’s close by. And there’s nobody there.”

Nikki hesitated for a second, and then nodded.

I took her hand and led her back the way we’d come. My long legs were going too fast for her, especially wearing those red heels. Nikki managed to trot along and not complain.

When we got to the entrance of my building, I could see the alarm was set. This was good news, because it verified no one was inside. I used my key fob to turn off the alarm, and led her to the elevator. Once the doors closed, I took her in my arms again and continued where we left off. This time I fondled her breasts with one hand, and her ass with the other.

Nikki reached between us and rubbed the bulge in my slacks. Now it was my turn to groan. Things progressed quickly to a fever pitch, by the time the elevator stopped and the doors opened. The security lighting the hall was enough for us to see by. Wordlessly, I pulled her toward my office door, fumbled with the key, and drew her inside. Avoiding the overhead florescent, I turned on the desk lamp, and closed my door.

I was going to say something witty. But before I could conjure up the words, Nikki gave me a gentle shove toward my desk chair. I sat down obediently, wondering what was next. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt. She pulled it down over her hips and stepped out of it. Underneath, was something red. She smiled, and without hesitation, peeled her top off her body, pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing a red teddy.

I could see her dark areolas through the fabric. Her stiff nipples were poking through, making themselves visible. I realized my mouth was hanging open. I shut it, licked my lips, and reached for her. She was in my arms, and now looking down on me. Our height differential reversed while I was seated. I kissed each breast through the teddy. I put my lips over one protruding nipple and gently sucked it. Then I did the same with the other.

Nikki leaned her head back. She seemed to enjoy what I was doing. After a few moments, I reached between her legs. The material was soaked. Beyond that gentle touch, I resisted doing more. Instead, I caught her eye, and put my moist finger to my mouth.

“You’re wet for me,” I breathed. “And you taste so good.”

Nikki gasped, her eyes wide.

“Now turn around,” I ordered. My tone was authoritative, but gentle.

She complied. I was now inches away from her nearly naked ass. I put my hands on her thighs and pulled her shapely bottom closer.

“I’ve wanted to see your ass ever since I bumped into you. It’s beautiful.”

I kissed one globe and then the other. I slowly alternated from side to side. Each time I moved slightly closer to the crack. Once there, I sent a hot breath into the crevice, and felt her shiver in response.

“I need you to bend over. You can lean on this chair,” I said, pulling one of the side chairs toward her with my foot.

She looked back at me without a discernable expression. Then slowly bent down, her hands braced on the chair seat. She rested her face between her hands. Her ass wiggled in front of me. I could see the lips of her pussy straining between the fabric of the teddy. She was glistening. I ran my finger along the still covered slit. Nikki moaned.

This time I continued to rub the mound of her sex. My fingers explored the flesh of her upper thighs that were on full display. I stroked around the sides of her labia, and then ran my middle finger down her center. The crotch of her teddy was sopping. I tantalized her until she began to push herself into my fingers. Clearly she was longing for more. I was ready to give it to her.

I stood, and helped her return to an upright position. Then I stripped the teddy off of her body. Nikki stood completely naked before me. My cock was rock hard, and painfully trapped, since I was still fully clothed. Next, I took off my jacket, never taking my eyes off of her.

Without warning, I grabbed Nikki around the waist, lifted her, and set her bare bottom on the edge of my desk. Putting my arms under her thighs, I spread her legs open, and knelt down.

I gazed at her pussy, and then looked up between her legs to her face. Nikki was biting her lower lip. She seemed overwhelmed with lust.

I turned my head to the left and kissed the inside of her right leg. Then I turned to the other side, and kissed her left leg. Working my way up each leg, I finally got to her inner thigh. As her pubic hair brushed against my cheek, I could feel the heat radiating from her exposed vulva. I stared into her eyes, as I deliberately stuck out my tongue and gave one lick through her wetness from bottom to top. Then I covered her entire pussy with my mouth. While enveloping her mound, I made a humming sound. The vibrations rippled through her sex, and made her squirm. Removing my mouth, I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers, and ran my tongue over each side again and again. Her juices oozed from her, and dripped onto my desk.

She began grinding her hips toward my mouth. She clearly wanted more. I held off. Teasing her. I planted kisses all around her pussy. I let her feel my hot breath in her most intimate place. Then suddenly, I thrust my tongue into her slick hole.

“Oh, my God,” Nikki gasped. “Yessss.”

I thrust in and out, feeling my saliva mixing with her secretions.

“You’re fucking me…with your tongue,” she cried. “Your tongue is fucking me!”

I kept on plunging my tongue in and out of Nikki as she writhed in front of me.

When I sensed she was ready, I sucked her clit between my lips. I rolled my tongue over the little nub, caressing it with my mouth. Nikki grabbed my head with both hands, smearing my face into her wetness. I held her legs firmly and gave all my attention to her clitoris. I nibbled and licked and sucked, as I drove her toward climax.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, “You’re making me cum.”

I wanted to add my words to hers. There were things I could say that would have driven her crazy. But that meant I would have to stop what I was doing. So I used my mouth more productively. Gripping her legs tightly, I pressed my face into her sopping cunt and continued eating her out. I had no intention of stopping until she could take no more.

I felt her body go rigid as she reached the edge of orgasm. In my mind I urged her forward and I kept on making love to her pussy with my mouth. Then the ecstasy hit her in waves. Her body convulsed. Her breaths ragged. She gasped for air. I held her close as the spasms subsided. Finally, she opened her eyes, and sighed.

“Thanks, big fella. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” I grinned, “Anytime.”

“If you mean that, I could do it all again. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man go down on me. But right now, I’d like to return the favor.”

I wanted to tell Nikki it wasn’t necessary, but it kind of was. Before I could say anything, she was on her knees, and unbuckling my pants. Once they were around my ankles, there was an even more obvious tent protruding from my boxer shorts. With little wasted effort, she pulled those off too.

“Not bad for a white boy,” she said grabbing my cock.

I didn’t have time to consider whether this was a compliment or not, because she immediately licked the engorged purple tip. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, and Nikki sucked it in and swallowed. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since my penis had been touched by someone other than me. It wasn’t going to take much for me to explode.

Nikki looked up into my eyes and then swallowed me whole. I was surprised. Not because I’m any more than average length, but she’s a small woman. Small enough that I was impressed that she easily managed to take me all the way down. I felt her nose nuzzle my pubic hair. Then she came up and released me with a pop.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I muttered, but it was barely audible.

She took me in her mouth again, and began moving up and down my shaft. The sensation of her wet mouth sliding over my stiff organ was amazing. Panic rose in me, because I knew I couldn’t take much of this sensational feeling.