FIRST INTERRACIAL ENCOUNTER
I am a handsome white male, 40 years old, athletic build,
and look younger than my age. For several months I had been
having a casual sexual relationship with Margie, a 56 year
old divorcee who lives in my condo complex. While the sex
was still good, I got the feeling that we were both becoming
a bit bored with each other in the bedroom. I have had a thing
for older women since I was 25, but have always been with
Caucasian women. A couple of weeks ago, a single black lady
moved in next door to me, and in short order we started checking
each other out. At first it was just little things like chatting
in the parking garage, making small talk at the mail box,
that type of thing. I certainly liked what I saw. Even though
Carla was well into her mid-50s, a bit on the plump side,
with a hint of a sag here and there, she exuded a raw sexuality
that was undeniable. Needless to say, my curiosity about
interracial sex was aroused. I guess Carla liked what she
saw too. Early one evening, a few days ago, my lusty black
queen, as I had begun to think of her, knocked on my door and
asked me if I could help her set up her new computer. I said,
?Sure?, and went next door to her place. It took me a couple
of hours to unpack the computer, and get everything set
up and working. All the while, Carla stuck close by, observing,
and carrying on a steady stream of conversation. I learned
that she had just divorced 3 months ago, had 4 grown children
and 3 grandkids. She said she was dating a couple of different
guys, but nothing serious. After I finished setting up
the computer and checked everything out, I started to leave.
Carla asked me to stay and have a glass of wine with her and
chat a bit. I eagerly accepted. She set a bottle of wine and
two glasses on the coffee table and we sat and chatted on
the couch. Before long, maybe 45 minutes of so, the bottle
was empty, and we were both a bit tipsy. I offered to go next
door and get another bottle. Carla agreed and said she wanted
to change out of her work clothes while I was gone. When I
got back to her place, Carla was standing barefoot in front
of the stereo, dressed in a sheer, dark blue, knee high negligee.
She put on a jazz CD, and asked me if I wanted to dance. I told
her that I was a poor dancer, but would give it a try. We began
slowly swaying to the music, and were soon clasped in each
others arms, moving in time to the steady bass beat of the
music. As we held each other tightly, I could feel that Carla
wasn?t wearing anything under her negligee. We continued
to swing and sway together to the music, rhythmically,
sensuously, pressed tightly together. Without thinking
about it, I let my hand slide down her back and began stroking
and massaging her round, ample bottom. As I pressed firmly
on the small of her back, she pressed her pelvis against
my crotch and began to grind her hips. In an instant, we were
locked in a passionate embrace, taking turns exploring
each other?s mouths with our tongues. In the space of a few
seconds, she slid her hands under my T-shirt, pulled it
off, and threw it aside. She unzipped my jeans, and I slipped
them off, along with my shorts, and left them lying in a heap
on the floor. I reached across the small space dividing
us and undid the three ribbon ties on her negligee and slowly
slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. For
a long instant we stood and stared intently at each other.
Naked as the day we were born, checking each other out, lost
in our own passionate thoughts. Although she had long since
lost her teenager?s body, and was well into middle age,
at that moment, I felt like Carla was the most sexually compelling
woman I had ever seen. God, I wanted her! Dark ebony skin
that glistened in the moonlight streaming in through the
open patio door. Small, round tits with long, dark chocolate
colored nipples. A slight swelling of the tummy that led
to a thick, jet black, curly, well manicured bush. A hefty
waist that flared out into wide hips, a big round ass, and
thick, well muscled thighs and calves. I was hard as a rock.
The sexual tension in the room was so thick you could cut
it with a knife. Simultaneously we moved closer and reached
out to each other. I clasped one of her breasts in my hand
and began to nip and suck on the nipple. She moaned and grabbed
my cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke it. ?Lets go
upstairs?, I suggested. ?OK? she whispered in a husky voice.
With our arms around each others waist, we wound our way
up the stairs to her bedroom. As we walked, I told Carla that
I had never been with a black woman before and was kinda nervous.
She allowed as how this was her first interracial experience
too, she was nervous as well, and not to worry about it. ?Just
do what comes natural?, she told me.
We did that. Once in her bedroom, I laid her down and began
gently nibbling and licking the inside of her thighs just
above the knee. I slowly worked my way up her leg, brushed
the lips of her pussy with my tongue, and worked my way down
the other side. I slid two fingers inside her and began to
gently move them in and out. I felt that she was dripping
wet, so slowly slid my tongue inside her as far as I could
go. I began working my tongue in and out of her pussy and stroking
her clit at the same time. A few minutes of that and Carla
was moaning, whimpering, and pumping her pussy against
my face like a woman possessed. She came in short order.
Shivering, forceful spasms accompanied by moaning and
crying. I knelt between her legs and she slowly guided me
inside her. We started making love real slow, her legs clamped
tightly around my back, heels slamming into my ass, as we
moved together, setting up a rhythm. Me pulling almost
all the way out, and then slowly and forcefully driving
deep inside her as she grabbed my ass, pulled me into her,
and rotated her ass from side to side. Before long, the rhythm
took over and we were moving together, almost as one. . Any
reservations we had about interracial sex were long gone.
?Damn, baby! This is good! Never had it this good?, I said.
She answered with a moan, and begged me to keep pumping.
?Keep fucking, honey. Don?t stop, baby?, she said. One
by one, I placed each of her legs over my shoulders, grabbed
one of her ass cheeks in each hand, spread her hips, and opened
her up as far as I could, and we began to do some serious fucking.
I found out Carla was very vocal. She screamed like a banshee
and bucked like a wild mare when I hit her G spot just right.
As we got more and more into it, she locked her heels behind
my neck and started squeezing her pussy and pumping her
hips til I thought she was going to throw my back out of place.
We came at the same time. Me as deep inside her as I could get,
she with her legs in a death grip around my neck, screaming,
and clawing at my back with her nails. I thought I would never
stop cumming. The sheets were soaked with cum. The next
morning the whole room smelled like cum and pussy juice.
I spent the night with Carla and we made love again later
that night, and again the next morning in the shower. Each
time it seemed to me that the love making got better.
While I still see Margie, I manage to slip over to Carla?s
a couple of times a week too. Carla and I both agree, interracial
sex is gr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-eat.
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