CJ continues to tell me tales during sex of her sexual adventures from times before we were a committed couple. However, after sex she tells me the stories are just her imagination. This one allegedly happened around 1972 about a year or so before I met her and well before the popularity of interracial sex.
Re-edited August 31, 2016
The story that is most arousing for me so far is the first time she had sex with a black man. She had just turned twenty and in her first year of college at the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee. Short dresses were in fashion at the time and she did not wear panty hose in those days.
CJ was petite and stood just a tad over five feet talk and had long blonde hair braided into a loose ponytail. She has always maintained her tiny hard body. Her small 34A breasts stood firm and rode high on her chest. She would also go braless as was the style in those days. She had small nipples that would get hard and become very noticeable when she got excited or chilly.
She and a girl friend had decided to "cruise" a few of the college bars on a Saturday night. After they stopped at a few of the popular college bars just off campus they decide to go to a blues club called Teddy's. It was a popular weekend blues club in Milwaukee. They had been there a few times before and always had a good time. Teddy's door bouncers had a reputation of allowing single ladies to pass through without paying a cover charge and were lax on ID checks for the underage college girls that often frequented the club.
A local blues band had just stopped for a break as they entered. They were able to get a table not far from the front so they would have a good view of the stage and had just received their drink orders when Willie came over to say hi to CJ.
Willie was a black friend of her uncle in his mid-forties. Willie and her uncle had worked together at the Caterpillar factory since before CJ was born and had been friends for many years. She had met him at her Aunt and Uncle's home on a couple of occasions, but did not know him really well. He was the bass player for the blues group playing that night. The group was mostly working local men who played the smaller clubs on weekends.
They ended up staying for several hours as they listened and danced to the music. Willie would drop by between sets to check on the girls. The bar that night was mostly a black crowd who had come to watch the local group. There were several single black men at the bar and some were making sure that the girls always had fresh drinks. Several ask them to dance but CJ was intimidated by the aggressive boldness of a few of the young black men and did not dance with any of them.
Her friend had been dancing with a white man that she had met a few weeks earlier on campus. CJ's friend told her she was going outside with him and would be back soon. However, her friend did not return and CJ was left alone at the bar. During the next break Willie stopped to ask where her friend had gone.
CJ explained what had happened with her friend and Willie told her not to worry he would make sure she got home safe. She trusted him because he was such a good friend of her Uncle. He then asked if she wanted to sit at the group's table next to the stage, there he could keep an eye on her due to her condition after many drinks.
She stayed until the band finally stopped for the evening. The men in the bar had left her alone once Willie, unbeknownst to CJ, put the word out that CJ was with him and he made sure that she was well tended to by the bar staff.
As they walked to Willie's car he guided CJ with one hand on her lower back as he carried his guitar case in the other. After locking his guitar in the truck he opened the passenger door and smiled as he watched CJ's leg part as she got into his car and her short skirt ride higher exposing her tiny lace trimmed panties.
As they drove off he started asking CJ about her interest in the blues. Willie told her about his massive blues collection. Many of the artists CJ had never heard of before. He invited her to stop by his home and listen to a few of the lesser known musicians. It was late so not many would see a young white woman entering his home so late. It was a small but cozy home, clean but in an older area of town.
Willie was not married but had been for several years before his wife tired of his wanderings. CJ sat down on the sofa and relaxed as Willie put on an old album she thought was Robert Johnson. Willie fixed them both a bourbon and coke. He looked down at her admiring the beauty of the young blonde white girl and as he sat next to her he handed her the drink. He opened a wooden box on his coffee table and pulled out a joint and lighted it taking a big hit before handing it to her.
He asked her about the young black man that hung around in her mostly white crowd. She explained that Jamie was a friend from high school and they were attending the same college. She told Willie that Jamie's parents were a mixed couple with his mother being white. That knowledge seemed to stimulate him and he started to ask CJ questions about black guys.
He asked her if she had ever thought about black men sexually. CJ paused at first but took the joint and took a small hit from it. They continued to share the joint as he kept asking her about dating black men. She told him that Jamie was only a friend and she had not thought much about him sexually but eventually she admitted to finding him attractive. She told him how once she was forced to sit on his lap in the back of a crowded car and she could feel his cock pressing against her ass as they rode around.
