0 comments/ 65249 views/ 9 favorites Sarah Lynn - A Real Southern Lady By: whitewifelover Note: After spending that wonderful day with Patricia Neighbors that I shared with you in my last story, I soon found myself watching and fantasizing about white women like never before. I couldn't bring myself to ask them out, but they were never far from my thoughts. Even when I would be on a date with a black woman I was always thinking and dreaming of the white ladies. Especially wives and mothers in their thirties and forties. That is what Patricia had done to me. It had been months since our day together but I swear I could still smell her beside me. Many times I took my cock in hand and stroked it furiously to climax while remembering that wonderful woman's sights and sounds, and the incredible softness of her pale skin. I soon realized that I would never be the same, and ultimately I stopped even looking at black women, much less dating them. Not long after that I moved to Atlanta pursuing a job opportunity. This story is about what happened following that move. Atlanta was a big place, and it sprawled out over miles and miles. I remember thinking that I'd never learn my way around that town. But I had decided against my family's wishes to move there, so I was determined to make the best of it. It wasn't long before I knew most of the main roads and could find my way from place to place without much of a hassle. And within a couple of months I was able to move out of Joey's house and get a pretty nice place of my own. Joey was the friend from high school who had offered me the job. He had started his own landscaping business after moving there with his new wife. He and Darla had met and fell in love while away at college. She was from there originally, and Joey liked the idea of moving south. Plus, her folks had some money. They were willing to help finance the young couple's business idea, if their daughter and her new husband would just agree to come to Atlanta. They had been there about a year and things seemed to be going well. Anyway, Joey and I had been the best of friends since we were ten years old. We stayed in touch after high school and he eventually talked me into moving to Atlanta. He needed someone he could trust to help him with his burgeoning business. And I needed an opportunity and some direction in my life. He wanted me to run his three yard crews, and work to keep his existing customers happy while he pursued commercial accounts. I was young and unattached, and I liked the idea of being in charge. So, I thought, what the hell? But looking back now, I know that the prospect of dealing with all of those lonely white housewives while their husbands were off making a living, that's what truly pulled me south. I had been on the job for about two months when Joey approached me about taking on an extra responsibility. He was a little hesitant about asking me at first. Up until then my job had been primarily managerial, and some public relations. Every once in awhile I would chip in and help one of the crews if they got behind. Even sometimes when they weren't. I was looking for ways to gain their trust and loyalty, and I thought a little manual labor along side them might go a long way. Anyway like I said, Joey approached me about taking on a new customer by myself. It was a small yard that really didn't warrant a full crew. I think he thought I might be offended, but I actually welcomed the opportunity to take off my shirt and get a little dirty. So it was decided that I would add this new customer to my weekly schedule. "Just work them in every 7 to 10 days," Joey instructed. "Here's the address. The name is Williamson. Claude and Sarah, I think. Let me know how this first time goes." The house was on the edge of town. It was an older home, with all the southern amenities. A white picket fence and a wrap-around porch complete with rockers and a bench swing. All of it shaded and littered by a huge magnolia. I remember thinking the only thing missing was a lawn jockey. The entire neighborhood had an old south feel to it, but the Williamson's place stood out among the others. I went straight to the front door and knocked loudly, half expecting to see a big black mammy answer the door. Boy was I ever wrong. Instead, a lovely white woman somewhere in her forties opened the door slowly and then a little hesitantly when she saw me standing there. She looked me over quickly, without expression. She wasn't rude about it; she just seemed like someone surprised to see a young black man standing on his or her porch. She started to close the door a little bit when I noticed she looked past me, to my truck. When she saw the mower and lawn equipment there, her expression started to relax and soften. "Yeah that's right, you're safe," I thought to myself. "The big bad black man's not gonna rape you." I watched as she flipped back the hook on the inside of the screen door. She still seemed a little hesitant. She slowly pushed the door open, and allowed her eyes to meet mine briefly. Her eyes were kind for sure, but so cautious. I immediately felt like a heel for my initial reaction. "You're from the lawn company," she said softly, while extending her hand to me. "I'm Sarah Williamson." I reached to shake her hand, but she just laid it lightly across the top of mine. She did that so ladylike, for a split-second I actually considered placing a small kiss on it. I refrained, and instead just held it gently for a moment. "Yes Ma'am, that's right. Here to take care of the yard, if you'd like," as I lowered her hand slowly, allowing it eventually to fall back at her side. I could see her expression brighten immediately in response to my politeness. It was very obvious that good manners meant more than just a little to her. Though she still had to fight to look me in the eye, I could tell my polite words had put her somewhat at ease. But there was still a shyness to this woman, or more of just a reserved nature. A hesitancy, if you will. She reminded me of a small pup that had been scolded recently. There was something about her that made me want to comfort her somehow. "Well, yes," she continued while gathering her thoughts. "What do you need to get started? I think my husband has already spoken with someone about what we need. Is that right?" "Oh, yes Ma'am. No problem, I know what to do. I just wanted to let you know I was here, and introduce myself." She smiled genuinely, with a slight look of puzzlement. It was like she was surprised I would take the time to let her know that. Like she wasn't used to anyone considering what she might like to know. "Well thank you young man," her smile growing just a bit as she turned those shy eyes upward. "But you didn't introduce yourself," she reminded me through the faintest of giggles. "John.....I'm John Tatum," I offered, strangely embarrassed by my oversight. "OK John. Well then, it's good to meet you John. You be careful out there. That sun is no friend of ours today. Let me know if you get thirsty and we'll get you some cold water, or iced tea if you prefer." "Oh, yes Ma'am. I'll be fine, not to worry. And thank you." Stepping back in the house, she started to close the door behind her. Just before she was out of sight, she again let her eyes drift upward to mine. She was such a mysteriously cautious woman, and it was hard to put a finger on her nature, it was so fleeting. One thing for sure though, she had an affect on this young man. At first I had simply thought that she was a somewhat attractive white woman. But during our brief time together on her front porch I became aware of her complete beauty. Her clothes had concealed and camouflaged it in the beginning. She was dressed conservatively in a gray house dress. Her hair was up off of her neck, not exactly in a bun, but definitely up and out of the way. Her shoes were dark and near unnoticeable. She wore only the daintiest of jewelry. Her make-up almost not there, but at the same time perfect. Everything about this woman said not to look at her, but the longer I was with her the more I had to look. In fact, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. But it wasn't just a physical thing. Or I should say, it wasn't just her physical features. To be sure, they were all exquisite in their own way. Her eyes, skin, mouth, hair, figure were all enough to make a man straighten up and take note. But it was more than that. It was the total package, and her incredibly unique nature. She was so beautiful. So cautious. So reserved. So feminine. By the time I walked off of her porch I wanted to protect her from the outside world, and to take her sexually all at once. I guess her initial reaction to me had been an accurate one. That was all that was said between us on my first visit, except for when she brought me a tall glass of ice tea while I cut the yard. She watched me drink the entire glass without pause, and she smiled, amazed at my degree of thirst. "Well John, I guess that I timed that just about right," she giggled lightly. "Yes Ma'am, right on time and just what the doctor ordered." Her shy giggle made me smile too. And then she was gone back into her house. I watched her the entire way to the door. Her walk was just like her. Quiet, reserved; nothing flamboyant, yet something so feminine and so sexy. I determined she must be somewhere in her late thirties or early forties. She was very conservative in her dress. She was reserved and shy in her mannerisms. She had done absolutely nothing to encourage me, yet she was slowly driving me crazy. I had never, nor have I since, known a woman quite like Sarah Lynn Williamson. Over the next month and a half I thought about her almost constantly. As I continued caring for her lawn we got to know each other a little better. Our conversations were friendly and always polite. I also came to understand her shy nature a bit more after being around her husband on a few occasions. He was a large, gruff man, who didn't treat her particularly well. He was loud and rude, the exact opposite of her. I came to understand that she seemed embarrassed by him at times. And maybe a little scared of him as well. I hated him almost immediately, especially when I witnessed him treating her badly. After seeing him come home late afternoon a few times I started going to care for Sarah's yard earlier in the day. That way I didn't have to see him, and I also noticed she was more at ease around me when she knew he wouldn't be home anytime soon. She started bringing me tea or water at least twice while I cut the yard, and after 3 or 4 more weeks she asked me to stay for lunch once I was finished. That seemed a little odd to me at first, and maybe a bit forward, but our conversation during those lunches never veered far from the polite and the innocuous. I never picked up on anything behind her shy smile other than a sweet, genuine woman who seemed a little lonely. There were a couple of times that I looked toward the house while cutting the yard and noticed what looked to be her shadow behind the drapes of the living room. I wondered if she had been watching me, but other than that I had no reason to believe she was the least bit interested in me. That all changed one Wednesday when I showed up a little early. After about a month Sarah Lynn had taken to coming out of her house and waving at me politely once she heard the lawnmower, but not on this day. Instead she only cracked the door long enough to look my way and wave, closing the door as quickly as she had opened it. But after just a few minutes she brought me a glass of water. This was strange since I had barely even started cutting the yard. She was still in her nightgown and it was obvious she had been crying. She forced herself to look up through reddened eyes, and flashed a pained smile my way. I watched as she turned and walked back to the house without a word. I didn't know what to do, but I wanted to try to comfort her somehow. I wondered if it would be crossing a line if I were to ask what was wrong. Although we'd shared a few meals together, we had not talked about our personal lives very much during those lunches. Could it be considered prying if I were to just ask if she was OK? I thought about her bringing me the water in her nightgown and decided that maybe she wanted to talk about whatever it was that was bothering her, and so, I headed for the front door. "Yes John, what can I do for you? More water?" she asked in her normal polite way once she had reached the door. "Uh well.....I was just wondering......" I stammered, searching for the words. "The thing is Mrs. Williamson, you looked pretty upset about something this morning......and before I cut the yard I just wanted to make sure you were alright." "Oh my.....Is it that obvious?" she asked apologetically. "No, it's not that exactly.....but," I stammered again. "It's just that.....well, yes.....I could tell something is wrong." She looked me as directly in the eye as she ever had and smiled a thankful smile. "You're so sweet for asking," she continued without pause. "I've told several of my friends that you are one of the kindest people I know. Always the gentleman, to be so young. And now I know that I certainly wasn't wrong." "Well thank you for saying that Mrs. Will......." "And that's another thing," she interrupted, "don't you think you could call me Sarah Lynn at this point?" The sadness from a while ago had cleared from her eyes a bit, and now she smiled up at me not so shyly. "Uh, yes. Yes Ma'am, I guess I could," I said through a nervous chuckle, a little embarrassed by my excessive formality. "Good John, that would make me very happy," she assured me, as she touched my arm lightly. It felt good, and made me strangely proud that I could make her happy. "Are you OK, Sarah Lynn?" returning to the reason I had come to her door. Almost immediately I could see the cloudiness return to her expression. Her shyness returned as she lowered her head, but at the same time she moved closer, right up next to me. She started to speak but instead looked up to me through pleading eyes. She softly laid her head against my chest, watching my face closely for any sign of disapproval. Simultaneously, she brought her hands up and laid them at my chest as well, on either side and just below her head. Reflexively, I felt my arms rise up to embrace her. It felt so good to hold her. It felt so right. She sighed lightly and fell against me even more, momentarily. Suddenly though she tensed and looked around at the neighboring homes, remembering that we stood at her front door. "Come in John, please," she instructed. "I don't want the neighbors to get the wrong idea." "No, we wouldn't want that," I agreed, though not really caring about the neighbors at that moment. But I understood her feeling that way. Over the next half-hour she told me about her flawed marriage and her abusive husband. When he talked to her at all, it was almost always in a harsh, demeaning tone, she explained. She was most sad because she felt trapped, not having ever been in the workforce and always being the housewife and mother. I was surprised to learn she was actually 52 years old and had raised three children in this house. I remember the fact that she was 52 with three grown children really staggered me, and I briefly had trouble focusing on what she was saying to me. I kept thinking it wasn't possible because she was so incredibly sexy. I kept wondering how she could still be so voluptuous after all that. It made me concentrate on her beauty even more than normal. That is probably why I responded the way I did when she told me that her husband never complimented her anymore, and that he wasn't interested in sex at all. "Is he fucking dead?" I blurted out, covering my mouth as soon as I had said it. "Oh my God, Sarah I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to......" Her look was one of complete shock at first, but almost as quickly she smiled and then began to giggle at my unfiltered reaction. There was gratitude in her eyes as well, because she knew exactly why I had reacted that way. Now she knew how attracted I was to her, and it made her happy. She was so taken and moved by my outburst that she momentarily overcame her timidity and walked over to where I was standing. She looked up at me in a thankful way and laid her head on my chest once again. This time I wrapped my arms around her immediately and held her tight against me. This time she let her hands find their way around my back, as they locked together tightly at my waist. This time there were no neighbors to be concerned with. This time we were inside. This time it was all right. "Thank you, John. Thank you so much for that......and for just listening to me." Before I could respond, she lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me. She didn't look me in the eye. Instead she was watching my mouth, waiting for what I might say. But she didn't want any words from me. She wanted me to kiss her, for she kept watching my lips and slowly raised up on her toes bringing her face close to mine. When she was within inches of my mouth, she allowed her eyes to meet mine just for a split second. She turned her gaze once again to my lips, waiting. I moved to her and gave her a kiss so tender that our lips barely touched. Again I touched her lips with mine ever so lightly, but this time I traced her upper lip with the tip of my tongue just before parting. I heard a tiny whimper escape her lips before I returned to kiss her more forcefully. Soon we were kissing passionately right there in the middle of her living room. Kissing Sarah Lynn was like nothing I had ever experienced during my young life. Her kisses were passionate and they enflamed my desire for her to extreme heights, but they were always gentle and incredibly soft. It's hard to describe but they were just like her; quiet, reserved, gentle, and unbelievably sexy. They made me want to be just as gentle with her, in return. Being that consumed with lust I would have normally been tearing at the woman's clothing, but not with her. Instead, I chose to let her set the pace and lead the way. I soon learned that she made love exactly the same way. It was without a doubt the most quietly explosive experience of my life. She started by lightly tracing my back with her fingers and fingernails inside of my shirt while we continued kissing. I made the next move by cupping her ample breast in my hand and rolling the fabric-covered nipple softly between my thumb and forefinger. Moving her mouth to my ear so that I might hear her quiet sounds of pleasure, she soon cupped the back of my head and pulled it gently to her breast, wanting me to replace my fingers with my lips. I obliged, and rolled the same nipple over and over again between my lips. I nibbled and bit it gently, making the fabric wet with my saliva. Next she pushed her nightgown aside, exposing the same nipple to full view. It was red and swollen from the attention it had been receiving. When I sucked it between my lips, she held my head tight against her tit and lowered her face to my ear. I could hear her breathing increase as I bit and sucked gently, and I enjoyed a chorus of muffled moans and sighs in my ear. She began kissing and nibbling at my ear in much the same way I kissed and sucked on her erect nipple. She reached and pulled her nightgown from her other shoulder exposing both of her breasts now. She was gorgeous standing there with the gown gathered at the bend in her arms. Her forty-something breasts were really magnificent. Large and natural, they hung firmly in place and were without a doubt the definition of soft. I placed my face squarely between them and looked up at her to show my appreciation. She smiled back at me through hazy eyes, but looked away quickly, as was her shy nature. Sarah Lynn - A Real Southern Lady This was something I had to adjust to, but something I came to love about Sarah Lynn. She had a way of averting her gaze during our lovemaking that was incredibly erotic. It was a feeble attempt to conceal her lust, I think. I came to understand that she wasn't ashamed of being lustful, just maybe a little embarrassed by it's magnitude. But the brief looks that she allowed into those grayish-blue eyes betrayed her lustfulness in such a powerful way. There was a pleading and wanting there that never failed to burn through the smoky haze. This was the first time I saw that look, that same day, looking up at her from my happy home between her milky white breasts. It enflamed my desire then, and every time since. I rose quickly from her breasts wanting to look into those lustful eyes again. I gently raised her chin and guided her face back to mine. She gave me a brief glimpse inside before moving her lips to my neck to begin kissing me there. They were faint, light kisses but her hot breath on my skin once again conveyed her passion. I moved my hands around her back and let them move down to caress her ass, still outside of her nightgown. It was even softer and fleshier than I had imagined. She nibbled at my neck and moaned softly as I moved my hands over her ass and hips. Next I felt her hands lower to my hips and she did as I was doing. When I reached with one of my hands and brought her mouth to mine and began kissing her deeply, I felt her reach for my dick. Once again, she was slow and tentative, but her fingers were definitely dancing around it at the edges. I felt like I needed to guide her a little so I placed my hand on one of hers and slowly moved it directly to my cock. I held it there until her lust overcame her shyness. We continued kissing passionately as she began rubbing me more forcefully. She opened her eyes briefly and moaned into my open mouth, as she became aware of my size. Sarah Lynn was slowly giving into her passion and lust. To be sure, her pace and nature never changed, but she was now allowing herself to take initiative. Without a word, and without looking directly at me, she led me to the sofa. She knelt in front of me and undid my pants, never taking her eyes off of my crotch; she let her nightgown fall to the floor around her. She knelt before me now in only her panties as she continued lowering my pants until they were gathered at my feet. Next came my boxers, and when my cock sprang free she gave me a brief wanton look, and gently coaxed me down onto the sofa. She then proceeded to give me the slowest, most erotic blowjob I've ever had. She kissed and licked every single inch of my sizable black cock before giving my heavy nutsack the same attention. Finally after kissing and licking my shaft to a shiny state, she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it slowly, but forcefully. She stroked the rest of my dick with both of her hands, amazingly enough, at the same deliberate pace with which she sucked on its head. She did this without stopping or changing pace for at least five minutes. By then an incredible need was building in my balls and I was starting to jerk and hump, desperately wanting to quicken the pace somehow. She wouldn't stand for it and continued with the same maddeningly slow sucking and stroking. That had the effect of lengthening and prolonging my orgasm like you wouldn't believe. And when the semen started to flow through my cock the power of my orgasm was unbelievably intense. I struggled to even keep my eyes open as this beautiful older white woman gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life. When I had begun to ejaculate she took my cock from her mouth, lowered her head to its side, and continued stroking at exactly the same pace. I watched through struggling eyes as spurt after spurt of my hot, sticky cum shot out and splattered across her back. Throughout, Sarah Lynn watched my face intensely. Seeing the lust in her eyes alongside my black cock, with my semen puddling on her delicate skin in the background, was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever witnessed. As I lay back exhausted, she kept her face next to my softening cock and ran her hands seductively up my bare chest. She looked at me, and then turned her head straining to see the gooey white cum on her back. She seemed proud of herself as she grabbed her nightgown and spread it out across the other end of the sofa. Looking back to me with a pleading look on her face, she sat at mid-sofa and slowly lowered her messy back down onto the nightgown. She turned her head to the side, once again shielding her eyes from mine. Spreading her legs wide, she pushed her moistened panties to the side and began circling her clit with two fingers. I felt my cock start to spring back to life. I moved to her and slid her panties down over her hips. She kept her head turned away, but she was reaching for my dick as I tossed her panties to the floor. I positioned myself between her legs and guided my cock to her searching hand. Holding it at mid-shaft, she started rubbing the head over her clitoris repeatedly. I heard her breathing intensify again. The way she was moving it across her pussy was slow and deliberate, of course. Eventually, I took my cock in one hand and touched her chin with my other. I gently lifted her face back to where she had no choice but look at me and held it there. At the same time our eyes met I eased the bulbous head of my cock inside the folds of her pussy. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," escaped from her lips as her eyes drifted away and closed. She reached for my shoulders and pulled me down to her. She continued to moan and brought her mouth to my ear once again. Then she trailed her delicate hands down my side until they both came to rest on my ass. She began to pull me into her and then guide me back out. Again, and again. This way she was once again in control of the pace and rhythm. She slowly worked most of my ten-inch cock up inside of her, but not without some effort. She was definitely not use to someone of my size. The deeper it went, the more enflamed she became. And the wetter her pussy became, until finally it became a sloppy mess making erotic squishing sounds. But once again she allowed no increase in the pace of our fucking. In this position with our bodies pressed so tightly together and her mouth at my ear, I was acutely aware of every mini-orgasm she had along the way. I heard every soft whimper of her pain and pleasure, and I felt every subtle movement in her beautiful body. Finally as I felt myself nearing another orgasm and when her labored breathing reached a new height, she seemed to give in and whispered simply, "OK baby, now." She moved her hands away from my ass and up to the muscles on my back, giving me total control. But I resisted the urge to plow my hips into her uncontrollably, for she had taught me well. I opted for stronger, rather than faster thrusts, forcing the last inch of my cock inside of her. With the same slow pace she had set, I ground my pubic hairs into hers and felt my balls slap softly against her ass. From the way she clawed at my back and moaned deeply into the flesh of my shoulder, I could tell that she approved of my decision. When I began filling her pussy with cum I felt her vaginal grip tighten considerably, as she shook with orgasm. Even though I had already emptied my balls once, the semen started to back up and spill out, running into the crack of her ass and onto the nightgown below. We lay there entwined and motionless for several minutes, and our breathing slowly returned to normal. Neither of us spoke a word, instead communicating our pleasure and satisfaction to the other through gentle touches and movements, much the same way as during our lovemaking. Eventually I pulled my flaccid cock from her warm pussy and sat up at one end of the sofa. She followed almost immediately, snuggling up close against my body and laying her head on my chest, where it was when this all began. Eventually she would rise up and kiss me on the cheek, cover herself shyly with the mess that was her nightgown, and then head for the shower without a word. As I watched her walk away from me with her stained nightgown hardly covering her gorgeous shape, I began to want her again. After remaining on the sofa for a few minutes, I joined her in the hot shower. Again without speaking, I fucked her from behind as she bent forward at the waist and steadied herself against the shower walls. I would learn quickly that this was her most favorite position. I made love to her countless times from behind while we carried on a torrid love affair over the next two years. It soon became my favorite position as well. It was always so erotic watching the struggle between her lust and modesty from that vantage point. The way she would turn to look back over her shoulder at me, with that wonderful lust in her eyes pleading silently with me to continue. Invariably though, her shyness would return and she could only close her eyes and lower her head, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal her passion. Never was the sight of her in that position so powerful as the first time she removed my slimy black cock from her pussy and placed it at her tender asshole. The pleading, helplessly captive look in her eyes that day told me at once that this was a first for her, but it was also something she had fantasized about and needed badly. With all the restraint I could muster, I tediously worked my huge dick into her tiny virgin asshole. I was so thankful that she kept her beautiful face turned back to me that day, not giving into her timid nature completely. She couldn't keep her eyes open throughout, but I was able to watch the delicious mixture of pleasure, pain, and passion that shown on her face. After a full five minutes of starting and stopping I had worked about half of my cock inside of her luscious ass. That was all she could manage, but it was enough to give us both an incredible amount of pleasure. My eyes moved back and forth between her kaleidoscope of expression and my glistening, thick cock moving in and out, as it stretched wide her once-virgin butthole. The orgasm she experienced that day as a result of my anal thrusting was probably the most powerful that I ever witnessed. It was the only occasion during our entire affair when she cried out loud that she was cumming. And it was one of the very few times she spoke during our lovemaking. "In my mouth!" she exclaimed when she knew I was reaching orgasm. She spun quickly and swallowed my entire load. She glanced up at me a few times with those wonderful lust-filled eyes, as she gulped it down, struggling to keep up with the steady stream of hot semen. I would eventually have to leave Atlanta, but over the next two years we made love at least a hundred times, in every way imaginable. I will never, ever forget Sarah Lynn Williamson, or her wonderfully timid nature.