She checked herself one last time in the mirror before heading down to the bar. The black dress she had purchased for just this occasion clung to her hips as she self consciously tugged the hemline down to mid thigh. The milky white heft of her cleavage strained against the halter top of the dress. Her sexy black heels were hard to walk in, but the way they made her ass look was worth it. She smacked her lips checking her lipstick then grabbed her purse and headed out.
Jamie was in her early thirties, a petite five foot redhead. At the urging of her husband, she was headed to a bar in a luxury downtown hotel to meet a man she had found on Craigslist. The man, Keith, was ten years her junior, six foot five and, verified by the pictures he sent, seriously well hung. He was also the first black man she would sleep with. She entered the bar and quickly spotted him. Fortunately the guy at the bar actually matched the man in the pictures. Suddenly things became real. She became aware of the heat beginning to rise between her thighs. Jamie's' pussy would always get very moist when aroused and she was beginning to question the wisdom of not wearing any underwear.
"Keith?" she asked nervously.
"That's me, you must be Jamie. The red hair is a giveaway." She absently ran her fingers through her hair and sat down next to him. "You don't mind if I get a quick drink then we head up to the room do you?" she asked.
"Not at all, I like a women who knows what she wants."
As she sipped her drink and they made small talk, Jamie relaxed and found herself thinking of the pictures the man sitting next to her had emailed her. At first resistant to the idea, she had come to be aroused by the thought of fucking a stranger. She thought now of this mans thick black cock spreading her open. She finished her drink and they made their way to the hotel room. She squeezed her thighs together as she walked, trying not to let her wetness show, but also trying to relieve the throbbing of her clit.
Once inside the room, she guided Keith to a chair while she set her things down.
"Have a seat Keith, I want to show you something."
"Ok..." a smile growing on his face. Jamie stood in front of him, her back facing him. The halter top of the dress exposed the pale white skin of her back. She took his hands and guided them to her hips as she began to gyrate in front of him. Her hips swung back and forth as she ran her own hands over her breasts, feeling the points of her erect nipples, then slid them back down. Her manicured red fingertips ran down town the front of her thighs, continuing down her leg, til she was grasping her ankles. Doing so caused the hemline of her dress to slide up her thighs, stopping at the curve of her ass, exposing her glistening wetness.
"Hmmn finger me." she said softly. He placed a thumb to either side of her swollen pink lips and spread her. Small strings of her wetness clung to her lips as he parted them. She was small, so he slowly ran one finger down the soft pink flesh of her pussy, meeting her clit then reversing back up that sweet trail to slowly sink into her. A soft moan escaped her lips as his finger delicately explored her. The heat and tightness of her pussy was amazing. He drew his lips close to hers and began to flick his tongue into the folds of her pussy. She responded by pushing back into him, his face buried in her wetness. He lets his finger slip out of her as he began to lick her pussy. She reached behind herself and spread her ass, allowing him better access. He buried his nose in her as his tongue found her clit. She began to grind her throbbing pussy on his tongue letting her abundant wetness make a mess of her thighs and his face. She quickly found a rhythm sliding up and down on his face, feeling herself getting wetter and nearing an orgasm.