I opened the hotel room quickly and quietly. This was my first ever visit to Boston and I'd made plans with this gorgeous latino man I'd met on the internet and chatted with for a while.
He was just shy of 6 feet tall and was slender. What stood out to me was his perfect lips. In the pictures he'd sent they looked so soft and pink. He had fairly brown skin, which I felt was a plus. Dark skin is so attractive to me. He'd sent me a couple of pictures of his dick and it was just what I liked - not too long, but thick. It made me wet just to see the pictures.
I put my purse on the table beside the big king-sized bed. I looked in the mirror. I'm only 5'3" but I'm a big girl. Black men I dated in the past referred to me as "thick." I had 38 F breasts and wide hips. My more slender waist made for a big hourglass of flesh. My breasts get me most of my attention from men. After Chris, the man I was meeting, saw pictures of my breasts, he insisted I come up to visit him and let him "taste those." I had green eyes and long, brown hair - the other features that got the most attention. I checked my makeup in the mirror and adjusted the little clothing I had worn. I sat on the edge of the bed feeling very nervous. Chris had said he was bringing alcohol so we'd be more comfortable when we were getting to know each other.
After a few minutes, I heard the door open. I turned to look at the yummiest man I'd ever seen. His dark brown eyes were piercing. I felt self-conscious immediately.
"Oh, wow," he said walking towards me, "you are so much more beautiful in person." He sauntered over to me. He was carrying a bag I assumed contained the alcohol.
"Hey," I managed to whimper, "how are you?"
"You look so nervous," he laughed. "Just calm down, sweetie. Here, drink this." He poured me a drink, and I drank it quickly.
"Thanks, that's better." I laughed in response.
Chris poured himself a drink and took a big gulp of it. He was nervous too. Of course he was, but he'd never admit it. I smiled at the thought. He caught me.
"What's that sexy smile for, mami?" He always called me that. As he quickly finished his drink, he came and sat down beside me. I was nervous and just the heat from his body was already making my pussy wet.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about your lips. They're perfect." I was shaking from nerves, but I refused to give into my anxiety. He responded to my flirting by moving closer to me. Slowly he stroked my thigh. I'd worn a short skirt and a very low-cut top just for him. I rarely wore such revealing clothing, but I wanted him to impress him. I shaved too... everywhere. He told me he wanted to eat my pussy, so I made sure it'd be a pleasant experience for him.
