I am Terrence, a 27 year old, proud Brit of Jamaican descent.
I am a garden designer by trade and I body build as my hobby. I live in a village on the Swanage peninsular which has some of Britain's wealthiest people living there. Okay they might not live here, they may just have one of their houses here. The rich people have large houses and large gardens, which they want to look spectacular. They don't want the hassle of creating a new garden or the aptitude or desire to keep it looking good. They need people like me.
It means I earn good money, but redesigning and creating a new garden is hard physical work. But it is rewarding seeing an old run down garden come into a new life.
NO WOMEN
Living on the peninsular means that there isn't much local lady talent to date. The peninsular women are usually the wives or girlfriends of the rich men. In some households the lucky man has a wife and a girlfriend living in the same house. There are twice as many men as women and so competition for girls is intense. My job doesn't allow me late nights. Lots of local men piss their lives away drinking loads of beer and sinking shots as if they are going out of fashion.
The more attractive women get their drinks free, paid for by men who hope to bed them. But mostly the local men want to fuck and forget and so do many of the women. It isn't the game that I want to play.
DATING PREFERENCES
I want to settle down with someone who wants to make something more of her life. I want someone who will help build my garden design firm. I would prefer to date a woman of Jamaican descent but there are none in the peninsular. So I have resorted to dating websites.
I had included white British women in my choice of ethnicity because otherwise I would get few "let's meet" notifications. I received an initial "let's meet" from a 25 year Jamaican woman who lives in Poole. She lived about an hour's drive from me. I met her in Poole twice and she came over to my village once. I thought that she might be "the one".
REJECTION
But then she phoned and said "I'm sorry but I have found another guy. But I hope you find your perfect partner."
I was devastated. I had kind of hoped we would walk down the aisle together.
Dave, my friend and co-gardener said "Don't be too disappointed. I've been on the dating sites for 18 months and only had 3 acceptances. You shouldn't expect to find the right woman the first time."
I replied "I really put my all into those dates."
Dave said "But we are country hicks. She has the choice of Poole, Bournemouth, Boscombe, Wareham and Christchurch with a combined population of half a million. Here on the peninsular we have about 10,000 people. We have 4 times more wild deer than we have people."
I said "But that means we can have great stag nights."
Dave said "If that's your standard of jokes no wonder she dumped you."
It seemed as if I was doomed to have to move away from the peninsular and try my luck as a gardener in the BCP (Bournemouth, Christchurch. Poole) conurbation.
LADY LUCK CALLS
A month later, I received another "lets meet" message. We chatted online and by phone. Claire was 25, white and lived and worked in Boscombe.
She asked if we could meet face to face after 3 weeks of me accepting her invite. I was to stay with her at her 2 bed flat (separate rooms of course). She asked that I bring some swimwear and wear a white cotton underpants made by a top designer. She emailed me a photo of which pair she wanted me to wear and said that they had them in a certain Bournemouth department store.
The designer underpants cost me a small fortune, but they did make my manhood look good. I looked on it as an investment that would pay dividends in getting a wife. I bought 2 pairs. I have wasted £76 quid on less satisfying things.
I liked looking at my package packaged in the designer cotton.
I phoned Claire and said "I got those designer things you want me to wear."
Claire said "Thank you. I am glad you indulged my fantasy. I think that we are going to get along just fine."
OUR FIRST MEETING
When we met I loved her beautiful smile. By now I wanted her so badly.
She said "I love your beautiful black body."
I said "I love your white skin."
We kissed. It sent an almost electric charge through my body. We kissed again. I unpacked my things in my room while Claire watched and chatted. We kissed again.
Claire gave me a can of Red Stripe and a glass. She said "Enjoy it while I prepare our supper."
From time to time, Claire came from the kitchen to give me a passionate kiss.
THAT NIGHT
We had freshly prepared soup, a curry dinner and then an indulgent chocolate pudding. Claire had changed into a designer tee shirt, that had a V that exposed a lot of her cleavage. She looked sensational.
Claire never noticed but I had a semi-erection. I couldn't help thinking of my black cock being inside her white pussy. I sat opposite her so I was able to adjust my cock without Claire noticing.
I saw the shape of her nipples through her tee shirt. She hadn't worn a bra. I hoped that was a sign that she wanted me. It was.
I thanked her for a lovely meal. Luckily my cock had gone soft by the time we had finished the chocolate pudding.
LATER THAT NIGHT
I asked Claire "Why did you agree to having this date?"