I quickly looked myself over in the mirror, I was six foot tall, 180 lbs, and lean like a runner.
"Not bad for forty." I thought to myself, running my hand through my short hair.
Once I was finished satisfying my vain desires. I stepped into the hotel's dining room. It was empty save one table, with a very young blonde hair girl. I doubt she was even twenty-one.
Having a weakness for blondes, and college girls, I walked up to her and asked, "do you mind if I join you?"
"Sure!" she enthusiastically replied.
We quickly exchanged travel stories, she attended a private girls college in the New England states, and was headed home for thanksgiving to visit her family and boyfriend. I was headed to the New England area for work. We both laughed, saying that we were like two ships passing in the night.
I finally got a good look at her, she looked to be 5'8", with her blond hair worn loose, which was shoulder length. She had blue eyes, and her body was voluptuous in a way to make Marilyn Monroe blush in jealously! She clothing was both stylish and conservative, which basically meant I had no choice but to maintain eye contact.
When our food arrived, she grasped both my hands, and said a quiet prayer. After wards she looked me in the eyes, still holding my hands, and said, "I'm pretty sure this is the first time I held hands with a black man."
Although I was half-Dutch, and half-Aruban, and had skin the colour of the perfect piece of toast, I wasn't going to say no to her compliment.
I instead said, "Perhaps it'll be the first of several firsts?"
She blushed, but didn't waiver as she returned the gaze, gripped my hands tighter, and said "Perhaps..."
We both chuckled, and settled down to eat. During the meal, she asked many odd questions, such as where I bought my shirt, and shoes, and necklace. I didn't see her reasoning at first, but as we finish our meal a light went on in my head.
"I don't remember where I bought my shoes," I said, "but I have the receipt in my room."
"I'm free right now," she replied, "I'll go with you, find out where you bought it, and I'll pick up a pair for my boyfriend."
"Sure you will." I thought to myself, as we paid for our meals.
Once in my room, she stood quietly against the wall. She appeared conflicted; I knew I either had to produce a receipt for my three year old shoes, or make my move.
Stepping up to her, I took her hands in mine, and pressed in close for a kiss; she didn't pull away.
When we broke the kiss for a breath, she said, "That's the first kiss I've had from a black man."
"Perhaps we'll have more firsts before the night is through?" I replied.
"Perhaps..." She said, as we commenced kissing again.
Her lips were soft, and her kisses succulent, however with her hands at her side, she seemed reluctant to do more than just kiss. I took that as a challenge to overcome.
I slowly worked my tongue into her mouth, and with my hands, I began to explore her body. Her curves were killer! I squeezed her ass, and she moaned into my mouth.
Taking things to the next level, I pulled off her shirt, and quickly removed her brassiere. Her areola's were perfect pink circles, each sported a rock hard nipple. I attacked them both with tongue and lips, and her gasps were much louder than before.
I squeezed, caressed, and weighed each breast, and judged them to be a solid D-cup.
"You really like boobs, don't you?" she managed to say, I was unable to reply; because I had a breast in each hand, and had them pressed together, with my face in the middle.
