Census Taking And Giving
Many years ago while in graduate school I took a side job canvassing for the 2020 census. I was basically supposed to contact anyone in a single large apartment building who hadn't sent in their forms. It was relatively easy, since the building just a few blocks from where I lived, but a bit tedious, since it was hard to find people in, some had moved out, and at least one was a bit impatient when I told them they were assigned the "long form" with a lot of detailed questions most people didn't have to answer.
But the most unusual experience I had was definitely when I knocked on one door and heard a woman's voice asking who was there; I explained my task, and she said "I'm naked." I said I could come back later, but she told me to wait a minute and eventually opened the door. She was a gorgeous dark black woman very close to my age with a small bathrobe on. She apologized and explained that she often was naked in her apartment when she was home alone. I said it was no problem and would be happy to fill out her form if this was convenient for her. Candy had very nice furnishings, and lounged upon a plush couch while I sat in a comfortable chair across from her as I went through the form. All I distinctly remember now was that she worked at a bank, and apparently was doing well for herself as a result. She smiled a lot, and often said a little more than she needed to for the form, however, so I got the sense that she was either open generally about her life, or didn't mind sharing it with me in particular. All too soon, I was done and thanked her for her time; she thanked me in turn and wished me a good day.
I finished the round of other apartments I planned to cover that day, with just a few short forms to fill with other residents, then worked up the nerve to return to Candy's apartment. She again said "I'm naked" and took a minute to throw on her bathrobe, then opened the door to ask if there were more questions she needed to answer. No, I explained--but I was returning on my own time, and wanted to say that I found her very attractive and wondered if I could call her sometime. She smiled and said she was flattered, and that I certainly could. Then she asked if I need her number again, and I said no, as with her permission I could take it from the information I already put on the form.
I assumed what I was doing wasn't strictly legitimate, even if I took care to return to her apartment after hours, but I didn't care much since I was getting tired of the job and would rather have a charming lady to date than a few more bucks for door knocking.
She was about to send me away, but then paused like she had a thought, and asked if I could wait for just a few minutes. She went to her room to wrap up whatever she was doing, and then came back to the living room to talk, asking me what I found attractive about her. I then gushed a bit on her physical appearance, but added that I also liked her boldness, her direct way of talking and acting, not the least of which was her confidence in wearing so little when she wanted to be comfortable, and letting a complete stranger know it. She confirmed that she was that way, like it or not, and expected people to accept her as she presented herself. She asked about relationships; I was single then, she said she had an on-off boyfriend, but was open just at that moment to something new. She then looked right at me and said that there are certain things that she needs to know about a man. First she asked if I abused alcohol, or and had any gambling or other addictions or STDs (no for all), and a little more about me (graduate student, lived nearby, not rich but not poor, etc.) Then she bluntly that she needed to know if I was "comfortable performing oral sex on a woman." I said I certainly was, and indeed found it easier than having intercourse as it had fewer risks. She said she thought so too, and was puzzled by men who expected women to please them but couldn't do it themselves. She then asked if I was comfortable being with a black woman; I said I never had a long-term black girlfriend, but had dated black women in another state before moving here and wished I could do it more.
She then said "well, you found me on an interesting day, because my needs have not been being met lately," and let her robe fall open a little more. "I would be happy to try to do better for you." With only the slightest smile, she said "here's your trial then." I didn't hesitate and fell on my knees in front of her, assuring her that I wanted whatever feedback or advice she could give me. In short, she wanted me to go soft at first, but after a very short time she opened up further and asked me to lick harder, and harder, and harder, gripping my head fiercely as I lapped full-force at her clitoris. "Up and down!" she shouted, almost squeezing my head. Fortunately I found her easy to do, since she trimmed her public hairs short and her clitoris was prominent. "That's it, just do that" she commanded and I kept up a steady pace for several minutes while she moaned and sighed every few seconds. Suddenly she grabbed my hair even tighter and let out a intense, yet somehow softer shriek and shook. "Keep going" she whimpered so I continued without letup for a couple more minutes until she suddenly pushed me back--just in time as I was starting to wear out a bit. Her robe was now completely off and her plump breasts pointing sharply from her trim figure. She looked down at me and said I was pretty good and gave her just what she needed. She then got up to get some water, offering me some, and we sat down on the couch again a few feet away.
Then, to my surprise, she moved her hand down to her pelvis again to rub it, and asked if I could do a little more, but differently. I said I was open, so she asked me to follow her to the bedroom and lie back on the mattress, after which she sat on top of my face, hands against the wall, lowering her pussy to my lips. I quickly resumed my lapping as she ground her wetness into my face, and after several more minutes she was again letting out intense but soft orgasmic shouts.
Well, we had at least another half hour of this, and third orgasm for her, when she finally seemed satiated and thanked me for being there for her. She said she'd like to call on me another time if I was willing; I said I was, but also noted that eating her out had left me excited. She then said she wasn't ready yet for returning the favor, but she would love to watch me masturbate. I asked if I could suck her nipples while doing that, and she said I certainly could. So I got a big mouthful of her beautiful tits while she watched me pull my white pud until I came into a towel.
I thanked her and left. I called a few days later, but she said she was back with a boyfriend her her situation was one that I "didn't want to get involved with," and never heard from her again. So it led nowhere, but it was the best ending that that job I could have expected.
