I loved the fluttering excitement I felt in my stomach that always came whenever I let myself into Nathan's apartment, something I'd been doing for almost a year. I had fun reflecting on what his neighbors thought seeing a lone pretty white woman entering the apartment of a handsome black man. Nathan insisted that I have a key to his place and encouraged me to visit when ever I wished. He made every effort to let me know that I was special and that he had no other lovers; still I only stopped in on invitation. Invitations came whenever my husband was out of town on business; something Nathan knew, since they worked together. Nathan knew Tom was OK about me seeing him as long as I told him everything that went on.
On the coffee table in the living room were two full champagne glasses along with a recently opened bottle in ice. I made myself at home on the sofa, kicking off my shoes and taking a sip from one of the glasses. In each glass was a fresh peach slice, a nice touch. That's one of the things I loved about Nathan, he was full of nice touches.
Shortly, Nathan appeared from the kitchen, naked and carrying a large plate of chilled shrimp. We had fun surprising each other. That past winter, I arrived stark naked under my long coat; the look on Nathan's face when I took my coat off was priceless.
I loved looking at Nathan's beautiful black body, and he knew it. He was tall and dark with well defined muscles and little body hair. "Is this how you greet all of your guests now?" I asked teasingly.
"I only greet one special guest this way," he replied with a broad smile that revealed his bright white teeth. I loved the way the whiteness of his teeth contrasted with his dark complexion just as I loved the way my pale shin contrasted with his black skin.
After putting the shrimp on the coffee table, he gave me a lingering kiss as he sat down next to me. He raised his glass for a toast. "Welcome my love. May your visit be a memorable one."
"Thank you Nate. They always are."
We chatted about little things as we finished our champagne, but the air was charged with sexual tension. To me, champagne was an aphrodisiac, and I was gradually becoming more excited as I sipped my drink sitting next to this handsome, naked black man. I could see his penis start to twitch and grow just being in my presence. With my glass empty, I ate my peach slice. Nathan reached over and fed me his. His penis was beginning to stand upright as I licked his fingers, running my tongue around them and sucking several as if they were tiny penises themselves. I felt myself getting wet in anticipation.
Nathan slid closer so his bare thigh pressed against me. He placed an arm around my shoulders and we melted into a long, deep kiss. His tongue entered my mouth; mine followed his back. Our tongues danced as he started to fondle my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My breasts are small so I usually went without a bra, making me all the more accessible to my lover. I submitted passively as his hands roamed over my body taking what liberties he desired, but my moans and my stroking of his head and neck begged him to continue. Although he was already naked, he drew out this foreplay. My nipples were taunt, stimulated by the friction of the thin fabric of my sun dress as Nathan passed his hands over them.
Eventually he untied and let my dress drop to my waist, giving him unencumbered access to my upper body. My breasts were very sensitive and as he fondled, nibbled and sucked on each of them I shuddered as a small orgasm overtook me. It was so erotic for me to see the contrast of his dark face against my pane white skin. He nibbled his way down my stomach, pausing to tongue my bellybutton.
