The beginning of it all
It honestly felt like the stars aligned when Justin moved into the apartment next to me. But before that I'll introduce myself, I'm Rosalie or Rosa, I'm a short, slightly chubby white woman with blonde or dark hair (I keep dying it). And for as long as I was aware sexually, I loved black men. Growing up in a predominately PoC area means my dating options was catered to this, and I took to it. But once I graduated highschool and moved into the city further for work, I was surrounded by more white men, which never interested me.
Then came along Justin, a tall, built black man from Canada who moved for work. It was like a reward.
It all began one day while I was fumbling for my keys, being a klutz I dropped them and while reaching down to grab them a large black hand hand already picked them up and that's when I saw him. At 6'4 and clearly around 240lbs of muscle, Justin introduced himself as my new neighbour, giving a little giggle I made a comment about him being my little saviour with the help. This flirtation went on over the next week, Justin making a little comment about my outfit, me wearing the shortest skirts I could.
It all can to a head after the second week. While walking into the building I noticed Justin standing there going through his mail, sneaking over I gave his perky ass a little smack "Hey stud muffin" I gave a little giggle. He turned with his prize winning grin "Cheeky little girl", he gave me a hug, drowning me in his cologne which only made me a little wet, "Girly what are you up to this evening?" I shrugged "Dunno, was probably gonna have a wine or two and watch TV, wanna come over? Get a pizza?" I smiled, knowing this might be the best chance of getting Justin out of his clothes. He considered it for a moment "Alright lovely, lemme shower first and I'll be over" we agreed and both went up to our respective apartments.
I went and cleaned myself off and changed into a mini tennis skirt and a crop top, showing off my nice round bum.
There was a knock after 20 minutes and there stood Justin, still slightly damp from his shower, wearing loose basketball shorts and a tank top. We sat on the couch and watched some reality show, all the while I moved slowly into Justin. Before I knew it I was in his arms, his strong hands holding my waist, I knew I wasn't moving away anytime soon.
His hand eventually cupped my ass cheek, give it a firm squeeze. I looked up to see that grin, suddenly we were kissing. His hands pulling me onto his lap and I obliged, my submissive nature kicking in to obey whatever he wanted.