Growing up in a city in Texas where race wasn't an issue, I never considered how sex with a black man would be better than any other man of a different race. I'm Hispanic and had only been with a Hispanic man. However, when my best friend began to tell me about how black men are so well endowed and attentive to a woman's needs, I was interested. Right after graduating high school I moved up north to Washington. I took with me an interest in meeting a black man even if only for sex. To my disappointment, this little town I moved to appeared to be rather racist and not catering to blacks.
Months passed and the thought left my mind. But on that beautiful October day, I met a man perfect in every way. He was 6 feet, 200lbs, juicy lips you want to suck on, smooth skin, nice toned arms, very enticing. And as you may have guessed, he was black. He was perfect in every way, would be a good fit for my 5'3 frame, 36D breasts, nice round bottom with hips to grab on in a lustful moment. And the best part of all this, we had a friend in common who happened to be my neighbor. It turned out he himself moved out here from far away and was working in his cousin's cell phone shop. I got her to introduce me to him. She told him I was looking to buy a phone. He called an order then told me to stop by the shop tomorrow and gave me a business card.
The following the day I woke-up feeling good, but when I got to work that faded. I was going to be working late. I called Toni, which was his name, to tell him I would be working late. He said he'd wait till 9pm for me. I arrived at 8:30pm.
"Sorry I'm late. I got held up at work."
"Hey, don't worry. Come on in." with this he locked the door behind us and led me to an office behind the counter.
"Oh, shit! This isn't your phone. I'm sorry." with a sly grin he put the phone down.
"Well guess I better get going then. Here, call me when you do get it." As I handed him a paper with my number he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.
"What's the hurry? Maybe we could talk, get to know each other. You up for it?"
"Yeah ok, why not."
With this he led me to a room further back. There was a small fridge and microwave just past the door, a TV in the inner most corner, a stereo on a table beside it and a futon against the wall. Naturally I sat down. He handed me a soda.
As if reading my mind he said, "My cousin sometimes stays here. You want some music?"
He put in a cd R&B, and took my hand pulling me up to him. He pressed his body to me as we danced. I instantly felt the bulge in his pants.
"Hey mami, relax."
I started to feel hot so I removed my coat. I felt his eyes fall to the tube top I was wearing that was nearly exposing my tits. To his reaction I blushed and lifted my top. He pressed me to him again and whispered in my ear.
"You have a beautiful body. I wonder what it tastes like."
"Wouldn't you like to know," was all I could get out.
As if an invitation he kissed me with his soft delicious mouth, devouring me, forcing his tongue inside. It was starting to get hit. I pulled on his shirt and reached beneath it, tracing his every curve and bump. He let out a little moan when I pinched on his nipples. His kisses moved from my mouth, to my cheeks, to my neck, to behind my ears. My pussy was starting to get wet. I was sure he knew. He lifted my arms and pulled my top off. My tits were now exposed; I didn't wear a bra today.
"Mmmm, girl. You got some nice titties," he took a nipple in his mouth suckling it and pinched the other, "tastes good too."
"Stop, someone could walk-in." I said half dazed.
