Torn By Love

The first time I saw Marlena Stevens, the last woman in my life had ended our relationship because I didn’t want to settle down, get married, and have a couple of kids with her. I’d been without a woman in my bed for several months so I was more than a little horny at the time.
It happened in the supermarket of all places. I rolled my cart into another aisle and there she was. Every tall, beautiful, long-legged, big-breasted inch of her. The alluring white short set she wore highlighted what looked like miles of beautiful, dark skin the color of barely creamed coffee. Not quite full-figured, she had curves and pads in all the right places.
She looked up and she might have walked out of my most secret and horny fantasies and into my heart.
Her deep brown eyes seemed to look right into my soul and set it, my heart, and my passions on fire. And she had this sexy, beautiful smile that made me feel as if I were the only man in the world that mattered.
Although I’d always had a thing for women with dark, luscious skin and deep brown eyes, I had very conventional parents. They weren’t prejudiced but just felt a mixed-race marriage started off with more problems than a same-race one. I guess a part of me kind of agreed with them so I’d never really done anything about my attraction.
But when I looked at her, it was like looking at my fantasy woman in the flesh. I was consumed with an insatiable need and desire I’d never felt with any other woman.
I stood in the middle of a supermarket aisle, trying not to stare at her, imagining what I could and would do with her alone on some deserted island or tropical sun-soaked beach. Just the thought of what she would look like standing nude near the ocean with the waves gently breaking against her ankles aroused me.
My hands itched as I thought about cupping her breasts in my palms and sucking her nipples until they were hard peaks. Then I’d tear off my briefs, revealing my aching cock, which I’d greedily thrust balls deep into her pussy. Then we would fuck the night away. And in the morning we would do it all over again. And then we would…
“Hey buddy you taking root there or can I pass?”
A harsh male voice interrupted my beautiful daydream.
I blinked and pushed my shopping cart to one side. I gave the man who faced me an angry look. He shot one back at me. We engaged in a stare down for a few moments before he pushed past me. When I turned back, the object of my lust was no longer in the aisle. I pushed my cart down the aisle and into the next one, but she wasn’t there…nor in the next aisle. I abandoned the cart and made a swift tour of the store.
But she was gone—as if she’d vanished into thin air