Introduction
Jane is a white girl in her mid twenties who is looking for a lover. She joined a dating site and eventually engaged in chat with a black guy named Andrew who was a thirty something. They flirted for a week or so with emails and instant messaging, exchanging pictures and anecdotes.
From the pictures Andrew was very attracted to her fair skin, dark brown hair and green blue eyes. He did not see her naked in any of the exchanged pictures but could see that her 5'6 frame was in great shape and she had nice curves and ample breasts. Likewise Jane was impressed with Andrew's pictures and she was excited as she had never been with a black man before. They both agreed to meet for consensual casual sex. The story is narrated from the point of view of Jane.
Chapter 1
I waited at the cafe that Andrew suggested as it was very close to his apartment. I sipped on my cappuccino and watched the busy pedestrian street as the shoppers walked past. I eagerly looked up and down the street looking for my date and then spotted a black man walking toward the cafe; I recognized Andrew from his pictures and immediately was impressed by his stature and presence. I stood up to meet him and we hugged and made our pleasantries. He suggested that we should head to his apartment and have a drink and a smoke, I agreed and we left, holding each other's hands.
We entered Andrew's apartment and he showed me into his kitchen/living room, "red wine, wasn't it" he said remembering our online chats where we exchanged our likes and dislikes. He poured my drink and suggested we sit at the table. On the table there were a few rolled joints , I asked can I light one, "By all means, help yourself". I don't regularly smoke but at a party or with a guy a smoke is a great way to lighten the mood and break the tension. But there was no tension between us, we had been chatting online for a week and we hit it off immediately.
Andrew brought me my drink and he had a glass of red wine too. We both agreed online that red wine is the best aphrodisiac and we both liked to drink a couple of glasses before having sex with our partners.
We both sat and drank and Andrew never took his eyes off of me, staring sensually into my eyes, we passed the smoke and he asked me had I ever tried a 'blow back', "A blow what?" I said laughing at the term as a sexual innuendo. Andrew placed the joint in his mouth backwards and leaned forward toward me, I leaned in toward Andrew with my head slightly arched as if I was about to kiss him, our lips were about to touch and then Andrew blew on the joint and I eagerly inhaled the smoke. Our lips gently touched accidently. I leaned back and blew the smoke out and laughed out loud thinking of the film 'a Lady and a Tramp' but with a joint. Andrew smiled at me and then put the joint in the ashtray.
He leaned forward toward me again and I realized he was making his move; I stopped laughing and moved forward in acceptance to the advances of my new black friend, soon to be lover.
Our lips met and we kissed for about five minutes, gently exploring each other's mouths. His kissing technique was great and I enjoyed how his tongue probed in and out of my mouth. I sucked on his tongue as it entered me and I showed my submissiveness to his advances. "So how about we move to the bedroom" he said and I giggled in anticipation, thinking to our prearranged wants and needs. "Well, lead the way maestro" I jokingly said with a sexy fuck me look on my face. And he grabbed my hand and walked me down the hall.
Chapter 2
Candles illuminated the room as I entered, the shadows of the furniture gently flittered across the softly lit walls as a breeze softly entered the room with our arrival.
Andrew gestured for me to sit on the bed and asked me to undress and lay on my belly and said that he would be with me in one moment and then gracefully walked into an ensuite shower room adjoined to the bedroom.
I removed my clothes disappointed by his disappearance, I had imagined this moment were I seductively revealed myself to my soon to be lover, driving him wild with passion as he watched the clothes slip from my curvaceous body. Piece by piece slowly revealing the blank canvas that I am before the maestro, waiting to be painted, his new masterpiece, applying his master strokes to my wanting sexual flesh.
I closed my eyes now lying on the bed entering into my fantasy; I let out a deep sigh as I felt a warm glow enter between my legs in anticipation of the night ahead.