A Nubian Princess Teaches Me Sex
An older black woman instructs a white, 18-year-old virgin about sex.
Author's Note:
This story is dedicated to Garrett for allowing me to write his story.
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My name is Garrett. Something that I've never forgotten and will always remember until the day that I die, this story is about what happened forty-years ago.
By the time I turned 18, we had moved to the United States from Europe several years prior to my eighteenth birthday. Long before arriving in America, I was able to read and speak English, as well as a few other languages fluently.
Interestingly enough, the United States is the only country that believes that English is the only language in the world. Many people throughout Europe not only read and speak their native tongues but also, they read and speak the languages of their bordering counties, as well as English.
I graduated from high school while living in the United States. It surprised me how superior my education was when living in Europe compared to living in America. I was already well above my fellow classmates and bored with my high school courses. I received straight A's and would have gone to college but, unless I received a scholarship, there weren't the student loans back then that there are now.
Needing to earn money to help support my family, I worked five days a week from 2 pm to the 11 pm closing time at a gas station. A time when every gas station gave full service, checking oil, tire pressure, washing windshields, and allowing customers to use of the restroom, most times I'd receive a quarter, fifty-cent, or a dollar tip from the driver. Seemingly not much back then, but a dollar in 1985 is worth fifteen dollars today.
We had a prime location on main street that was only four blocks from the highway. Able to see our big Texaco sign from the highway, dozens of cars streamed in for gas while I gave them my smiling, full-service routine. As if I was a tall, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed, bimbo of a waitress at a diner, my tips bulged out my pockets by the end of the night.
As if I was a drug dealer selling dollar joints, every night I had a pile of pocket change and a stash of cash. For just pumping gas at $3.35 an hour, I never returned home with less than a hundred-dollars in one-dollar bills and another twenty-dollars in pocket change. Besides, as long as it wasn't downpouring rain, windy cold, or snowing, I enjoyed working outside instead of sitting behind a desk in an office. I loved seeing people that I know and talking to strangers that I had just met.
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Only, with me still a virgin, I was always horny. Some of my regular customers deliberately sexually teased me. In the day of the miniskirt, they'd pull up to the pump with the hem of their skirts up to their crotch.
With me always looking while leaning in their driver's side window or staring at them while washing their windshield, they seemed to enjoy flashing me their panties. When they were flashing me their panties, they flashed me their cleavage and their bras. Those who weren't wearing bras flashed me their naked breasts and erect nipples.
After a day of seeing panties, cleavages, bras, and naked breasts, I couldn't wait to go home and masturbate myself. I masturbated every morning and every night while thinking of all the women who showed me all that I shouldn't see. Yet, while biding my time and waiting for my opportunity, I couldn't wait to have sex.
I couldn't wait to act on some of the women who regularly flashed me. Only, the women who flashed me the most were older women. They were married women with children. Seemingly, they were just as sexually frustrated as I was horny.
Every day, regular customers, and/or new customers, pulling up with a couple of kids in the backseat, with her knees spread wide open and her skirt pulled up to her crotch, flashed me her panties. On hot days, women pulled up to the pumps with their blouses unbuttoned and not wearing a bra. Giving me more to masturbate over, I loved seeing the panties, bras, and naked breasts of older, busty women.
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A good-looking guy, I stood 6' 2' tall and weighed a slender 175 pounds. I have bright, blue eyes and black hair. I had been working on the job for about 3 months when a brand new, 1985, bright red, Chevrolet Corvette pulled up to the pumps. I've seen the car in magazines, Motor Trend, Car & Driver, and Road & Track, I've seen lots of older Corvettes, but this was the first time seeing a brand new one up close.
Then, if seeing the car wasn't enough, the woman who emerged from the car was as if I watched a model at a car show climbing out of a car. Unable to stop staring, I watched as the most beautiful, black woman that I had ever seen opened her driver's door and stepped out of her car. I wished that I had been watching her from a different angle because without the driver's door blocking my voyeuristic view, I'm sure that she would have flashed me her panties when stepping out of her car.
Much different in the seating position from a Mustang GT, as if sitting on the ground or in a bathtub, the Corvette had seats that you sat in instead of having seats that you sat on like the Mustang. With such a low seating position, in that way that the driver's legs are more straight out instead of being bent at the knees, the Corvette was more akin to a race car. Even though I preferred the streamline look of the Corvette, much more comfortable, I preferred the seating position of the Mustang.
Yet, in 1985, with the average new car price about ten grand, and a new Corvette around twenty-five-thousand, I wondered how she could afford such an expensive automobile. Perhaps the car belonged to her boyfriend, to her husband, to her brother, to her boss, or to a friend. Perhaps, the car was a rental. I didn't know nor did I care. I just enjoyed staring at the car and at her.
The fact remained was that this beautiful Nubian princess was driving around in a new Corvette as if she was a black Cinderella on her way to the ball, or a black Barbie on her way to the beach. Never have I seen a car so desirable. Never have I seen a woman so beautiful. Then, when you put them together, an older, black woman driving a Corvette, I'll be dreaming about this day for as long as I shall live. I'll be masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her every night and every morning.
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Even after Lincoln freed the slaves in 1863, more than 120-years later, this was still racist America back then in 1985 as it still is in 2024. Even with Jesse Jackson, Rodney King, the Million Man March, and Black Lives Matter, nothing has changed in the terrible treatment of black people. No matter if it was a black man or a black woman, white people still believe that it's okay to mistreat, embarrass, insult, and abuse people just because of the color of their skin. It's a tragic shame how many people, including the police mistreat black folk.
