I was in Las Vegas for a 3 day conference and staying at the Bellagio. After the third day I had enough of the conference and was extremely glad it was done. I decided I wanted a drink to relax before retiring for the evening for the fly back tomorrow.
I'm a 49 year old divorced woman. I've been divorced for 3 years and haven't been with another man in that time. I have my friend which is a 6 Β½ inch dildo and he takes care of me when I have a need. I just don't feel the need for any more drama in this life so it's been no more men for me. I had a date scheduled in fact with my friend after relaxing and having a couple of drinks.
I found a chair at the piano bar off the check in area and ordered a Manhattan from the young gal waitress. The place was quite busy on this evening and before long I had a young black man, perhaps 30 approach me and ask if I would mind him sitting with me in the last empty chair there. He ordered a drink and we made some small talk. Looking at him I noticed that he was in very good shape, very wide shoulders and a very small waist. In the back of my mind I decided he was a very good looking young man. Hot in fact. As we continued chatting I told him of my divorce and the fact that I had no man in my life and wasn't looking for one. We were both leaving in the morning and after our second drink I was thinking of heading up when he looked at me and said, "You know you are a very hot looking women and you should have a man every now and again and I'd love to be that man today."
I laughed and said, "Well gee, you can't get much more forward then that." He just smiled and noticed it was a perfect smile with perfect white teeth. I actually felt a stirring in my stomach and vagina that was telling me that my body was agreeing with his statement of need. As we continued chatting I was thinking of my girlfriend back home who told me once of her affair with a black man and the intense sex and orgasm's she had with him. She said his size coupled with his stamina were incredible and supposedly quite common with black men. This was causing even more quivers of anticipation and I was wondering whether I wanted to find out for myself or if my little friend in room was where it was at. I knew with the tension that was building I needed to make a decision and act on it soon. As wet as I was becoming I had no doubt folks would be smelling my arousal soon. I stared across the table at him and pondered and then almost like a Tourrette's outburst asked him if what I had heard about black men from my girlfriend was true.
He smiled and looked in my eyes and said, "I've never left a woman unsatisfied and have been told that I am more then proficient. As to the size issue I am a quite wide 8 Β½ inches that will take a bit of getting used to. Once I get my first orgasm out of the way that I don't have a lot of control over I fuck and make you come until you ask me to stop."
That final statement really got me revved up thinking about multiple orgasms that I haven't experienced in years. I made a flash choice and just said, "Your place or mine."