GETTING BLACKED (Part 2 of 4)
2
When we went into the building, it occurred to me that any one of his neighbors that saw us on the stairs or in the hallway would know what we were doing. I couldn’t help imagining what they would think of me, a white woman going into a younger black man’s apartment at this hour. I could almost hear their tongues clucking as they tsk-tsked about the brazen little strumpet that Harold Price had picked up. It excited me to the point where I hoped someone would come out of their doors and see us. I wanted to feel like some sort of wicked harlot flaunting my promiscuous non-conformity in their faces; but alas, nobody did.
Once inside, he brought out a bottle of brandy and two small snifters as I sat on the sofa trying to look as casually seductive as I could. He set the glasses down on the coffee table and partially filled them. Handing me one, he sat down next to me and slid and arm around me. I leaned heavily against him with my head on his shoulder. My heart was pounding; after all, I was on the verge of living out my erotic dream. Who wouldn’t be nervous?
I took a sip of my brandy and looked up at him. He turned slightly and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss but it was electrifying and sent a thrill through my whole body. When our lips touched, I knew my little fantasy was beginning. I slid the tip of my tongue along his upper lip in response. Then I straightened up, took a drink of my brandy and set the glass on the coffee table. Harold did likewise. We were now at the moment of truth, the point of no return so to speak.
I reached out and stroked his cheek. That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid one arm across my shoulders and another around my back in a comfortable embrace as he kissed me. This time it was no light teasing kiss, it was a sensual, erotic, lover’s kiss. Our tongues slid back and forth in our mouths, each enticing the other. It was one of those true French kisses that was a sexual act unto itself. I could feel my heart rate speeding up in my chest and the pangs of intense arousal down below. I was literally “hot to trot” as they say in polite society.
My hand was trembling as it dropped onto his lap. I quickly felt the insides of his thighs until I found the thick bulge I was looking for in one leg of his pants. I laid my palm on its length, it extended past my fingertips and the heel of my hand wasn’t at its base. The rumors about his cock were true. Even through the fabric of his trousers it was impressive. I squeezed it lightly and felt it throb in my grip causing my stomach muscles to tighten in excitement. Harold responded with a soft muffled groan as he slid a hand down past the elastic waist band of my slacks and began rubbing my pussy through the material of my panties. I parted my thighs to give him better access to my crotch, loving the feel of his firm touch.
When the kiss ended, he looked at me and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I nodded my head in slowly in agreement. That was it, no muss, no fuss, no questions, I was caught. I had taken the bait, he had set the hook, and now my Alpha male was reeling me in. Never had any little fish been more excited to be the catch of the day.
When I stood up, Harold did likewise, first picking up our glasses with the stems between his fingers of one hand and the bottle of brandy in the other. He put his arm around me resting his forearm resting on my shoulder with the hand holding the glasses dangling in front of me. He gestured to the bedroom door with the hand holding the brandy, then guided me towards the waiting doorway. Leaning against him as we walked, all I could think of was that awe inspiring bulge I’d felt through the leg of his pants. I was both aroused and intimidated at the same time as my Alpha male led me to my sexual fate. It’s only sex, I reassured myself. This is what you wanted, this is what you came out looking for and now this is what you’re going to get; enjoy it.
In the bedroom, I stood behind him as he set the bottle and glasses on his nightstand. When he stood up and turned around, he brushed the backs of his fingers across my cheek gently, then bent down and kissed me. It was an electrifying moment. As our tongues caressed each other I felt I was in some sort of sexual free fall mode plunging inevitably towards its climactic end. I was no longer in control and I suspect neither was Harold. I pressed myself against him as closely as was possible, so close that I could feel him breathing. He released me from his embrace and slid his hands down, massaging my ass cheeks through the material of my slacks. Then he took the hem of my pullover and began working it upwards. When our lips parted, I stepped back and raised my arms, allowing him to remove the garment.
Once my top was off he reached around me to unhook my bra, while I went to work excitedly undoing his belt buckle. When I felt my bra come loose I stopped what I was doing long enough to remove it and toss it aside, exposing my tits. Harold didn’t get the chance to enjoy them, because I almost instantly dropped to my knees to continue my task with his pants. I was anxious to see just what I’d felt earlier on the couch looked like. Pulling down his pants, I could see the bulge in one leg of his boxer briefs and it was an impressive sight. I took hold of the waistband of his underwear and pulled downward, slowly exposing what lay beneath them. Freed from the restraint of the leg of his underwear, his cock literally sprang out at me. Not completely erect as yet, it stuck out in all its uncircumcised glory; big, black, and awesome.
It was about nine or ten inches long, not having a ruler I can’t say for sure, and thick. But, more than that, it was beautiful, but it was also intimidating. I had never encountered anything like it. Looking at its size and realizing that it would be forcing its way into me in just a short time was slightly unnerving. But unnerved or not, there was no stopping now. After all, this is what I came here for and this is what I had wanted. Harold had not come looking for me; I had gone to the bowling alley and flaunted myself in front of him hoping to get his attention. When I received it I had been thrilled. No, there would be no last minute backing out. I had come out that night hoping to get Harold to fuck me and now it was about to happen.
When we went into the building, it occurred to me that any one of his neighbors that saw us on the stairs or in the hallway would know what we were doing. I couldn’t help imagining what they would think of me, a white woman going into a younger black man’s apartment at this hour. I could almost hear their tongues clucking as they tsk-tsked about the brazen little strumpet that Harold Price had picked up. It excited me to the point where I hoped someone would come out of their doors and see us. I wanted to feel like some sort of wicked harlot flaunting my promiscuous non-conformity in their faces; but alas, nobody did.
Once inside, he brought out a bottle of brandy and two small snifters as I sat on the sofa trying to look as casually seductive as I could. He set the glasses down on the coffee table and partially filled them. Handing me one, he sat down next to me and slid and arm around me. I leaned heavily against him with my head on his shoulder. My heart was pounding; after all, I was on the verge of living out my erotic dream. Who wouldn’t be nervous?
I took a sip of my brandy and looked up at him. He turned slightly and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss but it was electrifying and sent a thrill through my whole body. When our lips touched, I knew my little fantasy was beginning. I slid the tip of my tongue along his upper lip in response. Then I straightened up, took a drink of my brandy and set the glass on the coffee table. Harold did likewise. We were now at the moment of truth, the point of no return so to speak.
I reached out and stroked his cheek. That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid one arm across my shoulders and another around my back in a comfortable embrace as he kissed me. This time it was no light teasing kiss, it was a sensual, erotic, lover’s kiss. Our tongues slid back and forth in our mouths, each enticing the other. It was one of those true French kisses that was a sexual act unto itself. I could feel my heart rate speeding up in my chest and the pangs of intense arousal down below. I was literally “hot to trot” as they say in polite society.
My hand was trembling as it dropped onto his lap. I quickly felt the insides of his thighs until I found the thick bulge I was looking for in one leg of his pants. I laid my palm on its length, it extended past my fingertips and the heel of my hand wasn’t at its base. The rumors about his cock were true. Even through the fabric of his trousers it was impressive. I squeezed it lightly and felt it throb in my grip causing my stomach muscles to tighten in excitement. Harold responded with a soft muffled groan as he slid a hand down past the elastic waist band of my slacks and began rubbing my pussy through the material of my panties. I parted my thighs to give him better access to my crotch, loving the feel of his firm touch.
When the kiss ended, he looked at me and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I nodded my head in slowly in agreement. That was it, no muss, no fuss, no questions, I was caught. I had taken the bait, he had set the hook, and now my Alpha male was reeling me in. Never had any little fish been more excited to be the catch of the day.
When I stood up, Harold did likewise, first picking up our glasses with the stems between his fingers of one hand and the bottle of brandy in the other. He put his arm around me resting his forearm resting on my shoulder with the hand holding the glasses dangling in front of me. He gestured to the bedroom door with the hand holding the brandy, then guided me towards the waiting doorway. Leaning against him as we walked, all I could think of was that awe inspiring bulge I’d felt through the leg of his pants. I was both aroused and intimidated at the same time as my Alpha male led me to my sexual fate. It’s only sex, I reassured myself. This is what you wanted, this is what you came out looking for and now this is what you’re going to get; enjoy it.
In the bedroom, I stood behind him as he set the bottle and glasses on his nightstand. When he stood up and turned around, he brushed the backs of his fingers across my cheek gently, then bent down and kissed me. It was an electrifying moment. As our tongues caressed each other I felt I was in some sort of sexual free fall mode plunging inevitably towards its climactic end. I was no longer in control and I suspect neither was Harold. I pressed myself against him as closely as was possible, so close that I could feel him breathing. He released me from his embrace and slid his hands down, massaging my ass cheeks through the material of my slacks. Then he took the hem of my pullover and began working it upwards. When our lips parted, I stepped back and raised my arms, allowing him to remove the garment.
Once my top was off he reached around me to unhook my bra, while I went to work excitedly undoing his belt buckle. When I felt my bra come loose I stopped what I was doing long enough to remove it and toss it aside, exposing my tits. Harold didn’t get the chance to enjoy them, because I almost instantly dropped to my knees to continue my task with his pants. I was anxious to see just what I’d felt earlier on the couch looked like. Pulling down his pants, I could see the bulge in one leg of his boxer briefs and it was an impressive sight. I took hold of the waistband of his underwear and pulled downward, slowly exposing what lay beneath them. Freed from the restraint of the leg of his underwear, his cock literally sprang out at me. Not completely erect as yet, it stuck out in all its uncircumcised glory; big, black, and awesome.
It was about nine or ten inches long, not having a ruler I can’t say for sure, and thick. But, more than that, it was beautiful, but it was also intimidating. I had never encountered anything like it. Looking at its size and realizing that it would be forcing its way into me in just a short time was slightly unnerving. But unnerved or not, there was no stopping now. After all, this is what I came here for and this is what I had wanted. Harold had not come looking for me; I had gone to the bowling alley and flaunted myself in front of him hoping to get his attention. When I received it I had been thrilled. No, there would be no last minute backing out. I had come out that night hoping to get Harold to fuck me and now it was about to happen.
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