I had met Lisa through a mutual friend during one of the worse times of my life. I had caught my wife cheating on me two week after we had gotten back from our Honeymoon. She still had the hots for her last boyfriend who was also a married man with six kids and a wife. I kicked her and him out butt naked in broad daylight, only opening the door when the police came for him to get his clothes and for her get the hell out. To say that I was pissed about the situation is just a whisper. My friend T-Bone tried to help me by taking me to a friend, a woman he was trying to date house after work one day. He thought I was in need of a good home cooked meal from someone who was not family as I was getting hell from them too.
Now I am third generation Italy family from Sicily on both sides. I am good 6ft tall with light blue eyes, tanned in all season and strong like a bull. Yes, I am Italian stallion reaching at least and inch past my navel. The rest is easy on the eyes, so my wife cheating was sledgehammer to my pride and manhood, so the first time I met Lisa I was a sad puppy. She had heard about my situation from my boy T-Bone. She understood as she had caught her ex in the bed with her best friend some year earlier. T-Bone thought maybe hearing it from a woman's side might help me, how I wasn't sure. I knew that he was trying to get with her, but she wasn't having any of him other than just friendship. He hadn't given up and uses to talk about her all the time. So when I met her let's just say what he had been saying about her let out a lot and it had thinking of getting me some chocolate loving. I had never considered dating black women before. I mean I am a man and yes, I did notice them for all the right reasons and for a few of the wrong ones, but more about that later.
Arriving with a couple bottles of some good wine and beer for T-Bone, we walked up the steps to door to her house and rung the bell. When she opened the door Damn... a chocolate baby doll was standing there! Full figured in all the right places. The face of angel large black doe eyes, oval face full dangerous lips, that she had the nerve to pucker them at me, then she smiled at me.
We ate and the three of us talked about what was going on in the world, rather Lisa and I did. T-Bone got in front of the TV and got lost in the game that was on. When we, left I knew I was going to find a way to see her again.
Later that night as I check my cell phone for messages, I had to smile when I came across a number that wasn't there before. I did not know it but I took a guess. Looking at that the time I decided it was too late, but I thought I might just leave a message in her voice mail. The phone rung once and she picked it up before the next ring. Lisa and I started talking and we talked until sun rose the next day. Glad that it was the weekend we agreed to meet for breakfast at the local I hop. I got there first and got us a seat near the back out of the way of the traffic. I was sitting there looking out the window when I saw her drive up. Baby girl got out of the car and I just stare, but two guys who passed her on the way out of I Hop turned around and followed her back in. Lisa was wearing black jeans, knee hi-boots with a red and black sweater coat that was loving the hell out of her body. Her black hair combed back off her pretty face and she was smiling ..... My Baby Girl was looking good! I stood up so she could see me, when she did she walked toward me with a smile that did things to my body and mind that I just didn't want to think about... just yet. Over breakfast that almost turned into lunch we sat and talked about everything included the elephant in the room... our desire for each other. We decided to take it as slow as we could but... hey it is what it is when it goes down. Lisa and I had been going out for about a two weeks when things went past those lips to...
What happen was Lisa had said she wanted to cook some soul food for me. Fried chicken, greens the works. So I gave her my apartment key and some money for the meal which she wouldn't take... she said it was her treat. With a kiss and some well-placed hands, I was sent off to work with a serious hard on and some wonderful ideas what might be waiting for me at home this evening. Work was a bitch, but I got thru it and heading home to bed. I put the key in the door and realize that I was smelling chicken cooking. I open the door to aroma of fried chicken and a table set with plates and the works, plus some food that I have never seen before, than hit me. I walked into the kitchen I thought my ass had died and gone to heaven. In my kitchen, wearing a frilly white apron that went up around her neck like a halter-top and a pair of red cum-fuck-me-pumps and her creamy chocolate skin was Lisa. The woman even had the nerve to be singing with Jon B's "There is Only...." and swaying her fine naked ass to the music. I took a seat in the nearest chair to keep from falling down. Now Lisa can't sing to save her life, but LORD....... THE REST! As the song ended she bent over to take something out of the oven and almost caused me to slide right out the chair. Lisa then turned around.... now the back of her was amazing the front, I just looked with my mouth open, as she came over to me with that white apron on and those red heels. Jon B's "There is Only...." started to replay and baby girl started to dance to music as she turned off the pots on the stove. OH, fuck was all I could think as she ended her dance in front of me with my cock out and hidden by my shirt.
"Hey, baby how was your day at work?," Lisa asked as she was trying to catch her breath after her dance.
The first time she had laid her eyes on Antony Ghirlandaio wanted him. There was just something about the man that just got to her. Besided being as nice, thoughtful and so damn sexy. Those light blue eyes of his whenever he looked at he just made her pussy moan. Oh and the first time he kissed her she thought she was going to have an orgasm. Therefore, she decided to cook him dinner and maybe she could be dessert. Lisa knew from the way he talked he was a true Italian male, who like his woman to treat him well. Lisa had no problem with that especially when he so deserving of it. The man didn't let his past fuck up his presence went along way with her and he took care of his business. His bills paid and he had nice sensible car... yes, Anthony had potential in many ways. As she thought of the menu for dinner, Lisa remembered what he had said one time about a fantasy. She didn't get it all but got just enough to know what she needed to make his fantasy come true. After gathering what she needed and talking her mama out of her famous fried chicken recipe, Lisa felt she was ready to put her plan into action.
Now standing here in Anthony's home wearing only a frilly white apron and 5-inch red-come-fuck-me-pumps with dinner on the table she was hoping she that hadn't gotten it wrong.
Sitting here looking at her and then at the food on the table and then back at her, knowing damn well I was going to feast on them both, but I guess the look on my face didn't convey that message. Lisa nervously started to explain what she was doing and describing every dish on the table from the chicken to the greens. I looked at her and back at the table... than it hit me what was missing ... no dessert.
"Baby where's dessert," I asked with a serious look on my face.
Well she stood there looking so sweet sexy and so so fuckable as she took off the apron, letting it slide to the floor. Ohhh boy... I start cursing Italian; this chocolate doll was going to break my ass. Her tits and nipples God! Oh, her pussy, lord helps me!
"Baby where is the cannoli,"? I asked knowing that I had one,a big one laying up against my stomach.
"Cannoli....... hum I didn't,oh get any." Lisa said looking concern and embarrass.
"Baby that is ok, I have one right here," I said as I pulled up my shirt and showed her my cannoli. I watched as her face lite up and her dimple started to show. .
At this point, I said what any Italian male would say
"Come to papa!"
Jon B: "There Is Only ......"
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