Searching for my credit card I'd dropped when drawing out some money from an ATM machine; I would never have guessed that such an alert, me thinking that someone had picked it up and scarpered, would start off something in my life that was so utterly complete and so wonderfully thrilling.
I felt a sort of nudge behind me as I bent to search for the card, and then someone smoothing my hind. Turning, there was this black guy, gorgeously attired and very smart, with my card in his hand.
"Is this what you are looking for, man?" he asked calmly and I thanked him from the bottom of my heart with that feeling of relief when you suddenly know that something precious to you has been found.
I couldn't thank Sam enough. That was his name, he told me afterwards over coffee in the restaurant nearby, I wanted to thank his for his honestly and great resolve.
"It is nothing, man," he smiled happily and then said; " and anyway how could I miss out on an opportunity like that?"
"Huh?" I enquired inquisitively.
"Well I don't know if you need to hear this but you have a great ass and just that little touch was really something, man!"
The penny dropped and then I knew this guy was gay, but he was a nice gay if you know what I mean, not one of those toilet bashers who had tried to pick me up before. His manner although to the point was likeable and instantly I found myself warming to him.
I told him I am glad I impressed and it sort of came to me that here was a guy I'd always dreamed of. I was sadly lacking sexual pleasures since Danny had given me the push two years ago, and now, there sitting opposite me was hopefully the answer, and all the time running through my head was what they say about black guys, the questions is my mind, was he, is he that good in bed? And all the time I felt my pulse speeding and I guess I must have been flushing too going on to Sam's response.
"Do you take, give or both, man?" he asked calmly. At first I was not sure what he meant but then the way he inserted a finger of his left hand into a hole he had formed with thumb and forefinger in his right hand, I quickly got the message, it made me feel so good and so horny because I was a taker alright, and to feel black cock inside me would be a completely new experience.
I put him straight and he smiled happily, - 'would you like some, man?"
I loved his forthrightness ; "Yes, but where?" I queried.
"Got my mobile caravan on the promenade, I'm down here on vacation, man. Been looking for a nice white guy like you and have come up trumps. Let me tell you I adore white but have never had the pleasure, but this vacation vowed to put that to rights! , have you had black?"
The way he said it was so matter of fact and didn't seem compromising at all, the more we talked the more I took to him - in such a way I was really tempted just to touch that gorgeous lump in his trousers, very smart they were too with creases. He was a dream to behold and walking with him to the mobile home I was beside myself with excitement and anticipation, wondering already just how it would be with this gorgeous and so neat and tidy and clean black guy.