After barely graduating from high school, the situation at home with my parents was strained at best. I took a job in the city, and a coworker helped me get an apartment in her building. While glad to have my first real job and my very own apartment, I was lonely. I am, as some would say "Rubenesque." Others would call me chubby. But most 18-year-old boys just called me fat. Needless to say it was difficult to find dates, let alone finding someone to pop my cherry.
One day I was buying my lunch at the convenience store on the first floor of my office building. At the counter I met Sampson, the new clerk. He was tall and dark, from East Africa, here to find a good woman. His molasses colored skin and intense eyes seduced me. After a few flirty encounters, he asked me out to lunch. It was obvious to me early on that I was not who he thought I was. My mother had bought my clothes for work, and so he did not know that I wore the clothes of a punk rock wannabe on my own time. He wanted a good Methodist girl to take home and fill with babies. All of this aside, there was something about the thought of his dark skin next to mine that made me very wet. I had been masturbating since I was sixteen and still had not gotten off. That night after the lunch date, I spent hours playing with my clit, feeling good, and never climaxing. I decided that I just needed to be fucked. I did not care if I had a boyfriend, I just wanted dick. And I decided that Sampson was going to be my first.
I approached him the next day and we stepped outside to talk. I told him that he should come to my house for coffee after work. He thought that we could just meet somewhere, but I convinced him that he should come to my apartment. I was done at three, and he was of at five, so I had two hours to get myself ready. I had a dress that had belonged my mother. It was a white lace and gauze caftan, and I did not wear anything under it. When Sampson got to my house he seemed on edge. I touched his hand and leaned into him to kiss his cheek. He would not touch me. In fact, he suggested that we go for a drive into the mountains. So I reluctantly put on my black docs and grabbed a long black jacket and we took my car for a drive to the mountains. It was rush hour, and it took forever to get out of the city. All the while, I touched his arm or hand as often as I could. And Sampson just kept shrinking away from me. I couldn't understand it. He had asked me out, so I thought that he must at least find me attractive. But each time I made a move, he got increasingly polite. He wanted to get out and walk around, so I found a parking lot at a trailhead. There weren't any other cars parked, so the trail was likely empty. I left my jacket, and we headed down the closest path.
It was mid-summer so there was plenty of daylight left as we turned down the trail. We talked a bit, but mostly walked slowly. It was wonderful to feel the gentle breeze on my legs and blowing my thatch of pubic hair under my dress. We stopped to rest in the middle of a hillside meadow, and I could not take it any more. I had to know why he had not even asked for a kiss. He looked at me with my hands on my hips, staring him in the face. Grabbing my arms, he roughly pulled me to him. I loved the feeling of being smashed up against his hard body. He held me with one arm and pulled my face towards his with the other. We kissed, and his tongue was immediately in my mouth. As his tongue fought it out with mine, my hands were everywhere. I had years of teenage sexual frustration controlling every move.
Without separating our mouths, I pulled apart enough to put my hands on his chest. I ran my hands down his chest to his tight stomach, and just started pulling at his shirt. He started running his hands all over my back. I had never felt so good. My body was alive with the sensation of his big hands on my body. Kissing ang licking all over my ears and neck, he put his hands on my ass, and through the thin material of the dress, he realized that I had nothing on under it. As his lips made there way down to my breasts, I tried to take his belt off. I was shaking with so many feelings that I had no idea what I was doing. I gave up on the belt and grabbed his waist, crushing him to me. He bent his head down to my nipples, erect under the cloth, and took one in his mouth, licking and nibbling at it. I cried out, the pleasure was more intense that anything I had ever felt before. I clung to him as my knees buckled.