I met David three months ago at a local nightclub when out with a few close friends. Six feet tall, slim with a slight muscular build, hypnotizing dark blue eyes, dark blond hair, and an absolutely adorable boyish smile. Although I found him to be extremely attractive he wasn't really my type. At least that is what I tried to tell myself each time he tried to gain my attention. See, where I am from you rarely see a black woman with a white man. A black man with a white woman is a lot more common. However, by the end of the night his persistence paid off and finally won me over. Since that evening being with David has been far from what I expected. Especially when it comes to the subject of sex. It took over a month before our first time and it was a night I can never forget.
It started out with David and I making plans for dinner and dancing. At his request I wore my short, silk black dress with the low front showing just the edge of my 36C breast and fit to my petite form perfectly. No underwear for the obvious "easy access". As we enjoyed our meal he felt the need to tease me under the table by rubbing my inner thigh. Each time gently brushing his hands across my clit. Making me wet and trembling with each soft caressing movement. By the time we arrived at the nightclub where we first met my body was already in complete turmoil. Ready to be entered in front of the large crowd around us.
The nightclub was filled with people from every age legal to drink, every race, sex and intimate preference. With the loud tone of hip-hop and techno music surrounding the atmosphere David and I spent about a half an hour watching the dance floor while sipping on our drinks. We sat in the far corner dimly lit and resuming a mutual tease. Occasionally he would give me a deep, seductive kiss as he twirled my hardened nipples between his fingers. In my response I would grab his cock and balls in my hands gently giving them a well-deserved massage. I was enjoying this public display of affection and the fact that those around us either didn't notice or didn't care.
Our teasing continued on the dance floor as it did with other drunken partygoers. As typical for most black women I moved my ass closely and fast against his cock as my sexual weapon. David would clumsily find his way to the ground where he would place his face against my clit and breath. Every now and then he would go so far as to run one finger between my swollen, wet pussy lips then taste my juices.
Now, drunk and extremely aroused we decided to make a break for the closed but crowded bar. With his body between my legs, David casually began to start giving me what I have been waiting for. He parted my lips and deeply rammed two fingers inside me. Slowly and deep he was still obviously teasing me. I didn't care. I wanted more. I moaned and began to move my hips to his rhythm.
Trying not to be so obvious we continued to sip on our drinks and give each other deep passionate kisses. David's fingers began to move faster inside my pussy. Occasionally I could feel him move his fingers in circles or feel the warm touch of his thumb against my now throbbing clit. Tapping it like a drum made me even wetter. With my excitement growing I whispered in his ear, "Give me more, baby, please."
