A Hole in the Fence

(The following is a 17 page excerpt from my best friend's diary. I was helping him install a new fridge motor for free when I found his diary hidden in a kitchen drawer under the cutlery tray. The diary lays out his sexual experience with a black girl. In fact, she was a full figured black girl. I read it and wanted to share it with you. I found it to be a really hot interracial story. Hopefully you will like it just as much as I did. It is really hot and kinky.)

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My hands tremble as my fingers hit the keys.

She wants to meet. Wow!

She is African American and full figured. Her dating site profile says she is ten years younger than me. She is also big breasted with wide sexy hips and a super sweet smile. She's very, very, very pretty! My breath is gone, completely taken away.

"Pic?"

The word sits on my screen, awaiting a response. She obviously loved my profile, and was impressed enough with my occupation, intent, status, income and hobbies to want to make contact. The only thing that now stands in the way is her seeing exactly what the hell I look like.

My profile says I have a private image. I imagine her long red painted nails tapping rhythmically on her keyboard as she awaits my response.

I don't want to piss her off. I click on it and press send.

Now it is my turn to play rappity-tap-tap with my fingers as I imagine her big brown eyes pouring over every line and wrinkle in my fifty-nine year old face.

I glance at her own gallery of photos, twelve in all. She is beyond smoking hot. More like a cross between a supermodel and the world's sexiest porn star.

"You a newbie?"

The three words hit my screen suddenly but purposefully. There is a method to her madness. I'm sure of it. I just can't figure out what the hell it might be yet. She can easily have any man she wants, and I assume she was glancing at my average non-exciting pic. But for some reason I seem to have passed the test, but I'm not sure why. Surely the dozens of men that no doubt contact her daily are a lot more handsome and hunky than me. But then it dawns on me. A lot of Caucasian men won't date black women. And a lot of men period won't date full figured women. I enjoy and love both.

I toss aside my thoughts and begin looking at her question about whether or not I am a newbie.

I assume by newbie she means either to the site or as a practising BDSM male. It says right on my profile that I have been a member for over a year. But it doesn't mention when I started getting kinky in my sexual preferences.

"I've only been practicing BDSM for a few months," I admit. "I'm not a purist or expert, if that's what you're asking. In fact, I have a lot to learn and need a teacher."

I start kicking myself. Why act inexperienced and not knowledgeable, even if it's true? But she soon allays my fears, actually saying something that blows my socks off.

"My name is Debbie, and I love playing with cock, especially newbie cock," she explains. "And I love to teach guys, tease them, and do strange things. Hopefully you're a man that is into strange things."

I begin to almost hyperventilate. She sounds too good to be true. I get hot and horny. Her frisky words inspire me to whip out my cock, and I begin to play with it, pretending that she is letting me hump her senseless. I stare at her awesome pics carefully, jerking hard over her giant black boobs and wicked, sumptuous curves. And then it dawns on me. She must be an escort. Why else would she start talking about possibly playing with my white cock before we've even met?

"Are you an escort?" I ask.

There is a pause. Then her newest words appear on my screen. "I could never be an escort. I like to tell the men what to do, whereas women that charge for sex have to do whatever their men want. What makes you think I'm an escort?"

"Well, Debbie, You are so very pretty, and have a wicked body. Great curves. I just assumed that full figured or not, a woman that is ready to show a man a good time on a first date is probably looking for money."

"I don't want your money," she insists. "You're not a bad looking guy," she continues. "A little average, mind you, but somehow purposeful looking with your emerald green eyes. I love a man with green eyes."

"My eyes are just about as green as they can get," I scrawl back carefully, which takes a while because one of my hands is still firmly gripping my cock, stretching the sensitive skin up and down. I am now hotter than a blazing bonfire, typing with only one hand.

"I'd like to see you tonight," Debbie types out onto my screen.

I am suddenly in a full blown panic. I had been jerking so damn hard at her pics that I was just about to reach orgasm. But I always shrink after a climax and am useless for at least a full day afterwards. I let go of my cock, hoping I had stopped on time. Thankfully, the sensations of an explosion began to recede. I breath a sigh of relief. I had indeed stopped on time. I would stay gloriously hard after all.

"I would absolutely love to see you tonight," I typed in, this time using both hands on the keyboard.

"Go to the park at the corner of Maple and Reddin Avenue at midnight. Do you know the park?" she asked.

"I do. A lot of trees, and a lonely dirt path that winds along a dilapidated wooden fence. But why so late?"

"Because lately we've been getting a wispy moon, with hot humid air that leaves dew on the grass. It all feels so eerie, romantic and daringly provocative."

"A wispy moon?"

"Yes, quite spectacular when the marshmallow-like clumps of fog pass through the silver luminescence of the bright white moon. It makes the idea of sex in public so thrilling, sensual and irresistible. My nipples are getting hard just thinking about it."

"And what lovely, giant nipples they are," I type back, almost mindlessly, my red horny eyes fixated upon her overweight black body, with generous curves in all the right places.

"I also love the feel of dew under my feet."

"As do I," I lie, never having felt dew under my feet under some silvery moon, but not wanting to sound inexperienced. Although it all sounded quite heavenly.

"Have you ever thought about walking naked through a park at that time of night?" Debbie adds, making me so hot that I almost hyperventilate yet again.

"I suppose that would depend on whether or not there was an equally naked woman also in the park at that time of night."

There was a pause, and I could tell she was probably impressed with my answer. Up to that point, I hadn't exactly instilled confidence at thinking quick on my feet. Only now, I was really getting into the mood. Still, I had supposed that all this raunchy seductive talk was merely a tactic to tease, arouse and stimulate me into a state of supreme hardness. Judging by my steel hard, throbbing erection, it was certainly working. She soon let me know, however, that what she had in mind was no game or mere ploy to get me fully aroused. She was setting the stage for a night of kinky, orgasmic reality.

"The park is quite deserted at that time of night. Did you know that?"

"I've never passed through it so late, but, even earlier I do know it is very secluded and lonely, plus, there are no lights at all there. So it is quite pitch black after dark. I remembering reading about a woman getting raped there once. Women won't venture there outside of daytime."

"I venture there all the time in the dark," she corrected. "Sometimes I take off my shoes and let the moistened grass under my feet get me excited as I picture in my mind getting it on with some Caucasian hunk like you."

Her words instilled instant confidence in me. But I knew my looks were average and mediocre at best.

"I do think I could be a fun and sexy guy, if given half the chance. Although I'm not sure the word 'hunk' applies to me."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Don't be so modest! Given the right circumstances, I would make love to you in a heartbeat."

Her thrilling words on my screen caused me to break out in a fiery, beady sweat.

"Tell me Debbie, your place or mine?" I typed out quickly.

"Your question is droll, insipid and not worth answering," she quickly typed back. "Up till now we have been making such good progress. For me it is not about the relationship or the sex itself, but rather the circumstances and surroundings in which the sex is carried out. Having sex in public is dangerous, exciting, and can bring such a fabulous adrenaline rush."

"When you say a public place, can you be more specific?"

"You disappoint me," she fired back. "Haven't we been talking about the secluded nature trail park at the corner of Maple and Reddin Avenue?"

"Yes, but I thought you were just setting the mood for some playful flirting and dirty talk."

"Hmmm, maybe I was wrong about you. But, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. Give me your cell phone number."

I typed in the number at once, thinking she was going to phone me right there and then so we could talk about a different meeting place and time. I obviously still didn't get what she was trying to say.

My phone rang, which was sitting next to me.

"Hi," I said, answering quickly, but noting that although she had initiated the call, there was a definite pause.

"Your voice sounds really sexy," Debbie finally says.

"So they tell me," I lie, knowing darn well no one ever called my voice 'sexy' before.

"Listen up," she says. "Because I'm only going to say this once. Come into the park at exactly midnight tonight. It will probably be deserted as usual. Remember, there are virtually no lights. Only the light of the silvery moon to penetrate the thick and blanketing darkness. Once you are deep inside the park and following the trail, you will come to a bend in the road and that is where the wooden fence starts. Take off all your clothes, even your damn socks. I want you completely naked. Then, after stripping, walk along the length of the fence. The trees to your right will provide at least some protection from being seen. But as I said, the park is usually completely deserted at night. Then, you will come to three large twisted oak trees that look like they should have fallen down but that are still standing."

"I know the place."

"Good, now a few feet past there, you will notice, if you look close enough, a hole in the fence where the wooden knot has come loose and fallen out. Stick your cock through that hole until your chest, stomach and face are flush against the wooden fence. I will work on your cock on the other side."

Her words floored me. I began to tremble violently. Surely she was joking?

"You're serious?" I type on the screen, misspelling the word in two places because I am so shell-shocked.

"Do I sound like I'm joking?"

"I guess not, since we are talking about BDSM. But that fence is at least eight feet high. We won't be able to see each other."

"That is the whole point. Imagine the adrenaline flowing. We have never met, and you trusting me with your horny cock through the hole in the fence."

"Sounds weird. How do I know you're not some sick person coming at me with a scissors, or that you aren't just going to be hiding behind some tree with a video camera to put me on you tube so every one can laugh at me?"

"That's just the chance you'll have to take. On the other hand, seeing your cock like that, so helpless and defenceless, will probably get me so horny that I will just sweetly jerk you silly, and maybe even roll your cock head up and down along my lips until you climax in my mouth. Or maybe I will back my pussy up against the fence and let you fuck me until you fire your load deep inside of me. Or maybe I'll just lay down and let your stiff white cock run up and down in between my large black boobs, and force you to slowly and wonderfully fire your cum all over me that way. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll do a little bit of everything."

"A lot of possibilities," I admit. "And many of them wildly exciting."

"Now you're catching on. In some ways it is the thrill of not actually knowing what is going to happen that can create the most excitement."

"But surely you'll want me to wear a condom, won't you? I mean I don't have any STD's or anything like that but still-"

"I don't want you to wear anything. I said to come past the twisted trio of oak trees completely naked. Only skin."

"You're not worried about getting pregnant?"

"I love the danger and the unknown as well as the risk of it all. But I'm not going to beg you to follow my damn instructions. You're a grown man so you'll do as you're told if you want some action. I'm going to go now because you are really starting to frost my cookies."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I'm getting mad silly," Debbie explained. "Anyways, I'll be watching the park very closely at midnight. If you're naked and stick your cock through the hole in the fence then I'll be waiting on the other side for it. But if you don't show up I will never email you or contact you in any way ever again. See you then, bye."

"Wait, I have more questions."

The screen went dead, and I realized she was gone.

I now pondered over the day's events. I had found a really sexy black woman with fabulous breasts and an exciting philosophy about kinky sex in public places. I began to pant. It was all so foreign to me, so much so that I didn't really believe I would be able to go through with it. Stripping down naked in a park? Even if that park were deserted at that time of night, what if a jogger or passerby should unexpectedly spot me without clothes on? Wouldn't they call police immediately? Wouldn't they assume that I was some kind of creepy pervert? I tried to imagine how embarrassed I would be if someone should videotape me being naked and pressed up against a fence with my cock sticking through a hole. I tried to imagine the humiliation of seeing myself on you tube for all the world to see. I was horrified and mortified at the same time.

I closed my eyes for a moment and wondered what I might possibly end up doing. Was I going to go to that damn park at midnight or not? I glanced at Debbie's profile pics one more time. Fabulous breasts, and a large shapely booty that was simply to die for. An extremely pretty face with gorgeous full thick lips. I sighed with rabid turn on. I couldn't imagine how wondrously sweet her heavenly lips would feel wrapped around my cock. And yet, whatever sex we might or might not have, would only take place by me following her instructions so very damn closely. By her own adamant admission, any deviation whatsoever from her plan would simply end up with her getting pissed off and never ever contacting me again.

Still, the risks seemed too great. What if a cop happened to be passing by when I was naked? Or what if some homes with high windows had some people looking down at the park. And what if she did something really strange with my cock like spray paint it, or hurt it in some way. Sticking my cock through a hole in an eight foot high fence and not being able to see what was happening to it on the other side was really disconcerting.

The possibilities, though, seemed endless. If I went through with it, anything could happen. I watched as a large drop of sweat rolled off my face and splashed onto the desk below. I had never sweat like that before. Was I really that damn nervous? I had to admit to myself that I was. I also had to admit that for the four months I was on the damn dating site, Debbie was the only woman that had ever bothered answering me. Part of the reason was that I was afraid to post a pic on the dating site. My friends at work used that dating site, and my ugly female boss had been trying for years to get me to go out with her. She was ten years older than me, flat chested and so ugly that any truck would be embarrassed to run her over. She frequented all the dating sites, and had continually harassed me about wanting to go out with me. The only way to get her off my back was to lie and say I was already seeing someone. But I knew that if she dared ever see me on a dating site, then she would know I was lying about why I couldn't go out with her and that she would fire me. She didn't like being scorned or crossed or lied to. Getting women to email you with no posted pic was not an easy task by any means.

I began toying with my cock. The whole sordid scenario of such a risky and kinky meeting, as well as her sexy rules, were all conspiring to making me viciously horny. What to do? Go through with it and face her hands, lips, pussy, or perhaps a scissors? Was she sick? Or was she just some master of BDSM waiting to bring me a piece of heaven and fulfill all my fantasies. She certainly didn't sound dangerous. And yet, looks and words could be deceiving. Who really knew what any person could be like unless and until you could be given a glimpse of their heart?

I arose and went to fix myself a good stiff drink. I hated being in the valley of indecision over all this. Still the excitement of something so unknown yet potentially pleasurable or dangerous was making me hard and keeping me hard. What if she ended up doing all those glorious things to my cock that she said she would, like sucking it, jerking it and even allowing it into her succulent black pussy?

I poured myself a tall scotch with no water. I hadn't had a date in over six months. The truth was, that I was plain looking and that my middle age really showed.

I took a long sip and felt the smooth warmth flow down my nervous throat. Sticking my cock through some hole in the fence in a public environment? Would I really do that? And yet, her warning stood out in my mind. If I didn't follow her instructions to the letter, and if I didn't show up tonight at midnight, then she was surely going to forget all about me for good. I felt like I had a gun to my head. On one hand, I was in the middle of every man's dream, to have his cock worked over tirelessly by some curvy big breasted black babe with an amazing booty. On the other hand, what if something went wrong? What if she wasn't even a she, but rather some crazed knife wielding he? Perhaps some he, pretending to be a she to attract unsuspecting men into his slashing trap. It was all so mystifying and troubling. Anything could happen. One of the scariest problems in the whole weird affair was that the damn fence was so high. Eight feet? If it were even five feet high then at least I could see over top of it. And at least then, I could get a clear view of whoever was coming and of what they were up to on the other side. But at eight feet high, not even a giant could glimpse over that damn monstrosity. I sighed heavily. If I were going to go through with it then I was going to have to have to show that black Goddess a whole lot of faith and trust.

I raised my glass to my lips and it was empty. Had I drank so much off so soon? Apparently I had.

The room began to look hazy and I felt light headed. Being super nervous would do that to a guy, make him drink

too much too fast. I poured another. What I needed perhaps, was some bravery and fortitude. As things stood, I felt too afraid to possibly go through with her kinky but dangerous request. I took another generous sip. For six long months I hadn't been able to hook up with a woman, and now that she was ready and waiting for me to get it on, was I merely going not to show up? But then, how could I possibly show up when I could not be certain what would happen? A genuine heart stopping catch 22 if ever there was one.

I was not one to handle lots of booze too well. I was now pouring my third glass when I felt weak and unsteady. Was I going to pass out? I hoped not.

I drained off glass number three then lay on the couch. Laying down definitely let me feel more relaxed. I then inadvertently closed my eyes and fell asleep.