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?"
Claire replied "My friend had a holiday romance with a Jamaican man. She was staying for 2 weeks at that famous clothes-optional holiday resort in Jamaica.
She is madly in love with him. They are planning their marriage back in Jamaica in 2 years time. My friend deserves the happiness her black boyfriend gives her. She sometimes gets dirty looks as they walk hand in hand down the gardens to the Bournemouth seaside. But she tries to ignore them and kisses him to spite the haters.
My friend told me that he is so much more gentlemanly than British men. She said that, if her Jamaican man is anything to go by, then Jamaican men make great lovers.
She also told me that the stereotype of Jamaicans having 10 inches or more isn't true. Of course some do, but they have the same range of penis sizes as the Brits have.
But my friend preferred seeing the Jamaican men naked. She told me that Jamaican bodies and cocks are more interesting to look at. My friend loved seeing naked white women walking along the beach with naked black men.
She saw a Jamaican man wearing white swimming trunks. She was attracted by the contrast in his jet black skin and his white trunks. She found it more erotic to see him all but naked rather than actually naked. She hoped she could meet up with him.
My friend had never been nude in public. She wore a bikini and felt that was revealing enough.
The Jamaican man said "I noticed that you are alone. Can I get you a cooling drink?"
That was all it took. They became inseparable during the day and evening. But they retired to their separate rooms.
They made a holiday video, with the aid of one of the resort guests. My friend and her boyfriend recreated the famous scene from "From Here To Eternity". Except in their version he first stripped the bikini off of my friend. She was naked but he kept on his white swimming trunks."
I said "It sounds very romantic."
Claire replied I said "I have seen the video. It is very romantic You can see they are very much in love. And they still are very much in love. That's what I hope for us. That we will always be so much in love."
I said "That's what I wish for. To love and be loved."
CLAIRE'S REQUESTS
Clair asked me "Could you just wear those white underpants for the rest of the night? I want to see your manly black body. I want us to kiss and cuddle with you almost naked."
I said "I have no problem with kissing and cuddling such a fabulous looker as you. I hope that I will make you as happy as your friend is with her Jamaican boyfriend."
She said "But no fondling of my breasts or my bum. I want our first dance just to be romantic."
We kissed and cuddled to a romantic record that Claire liked. Then we stopped so that Claire could go to the loo. When she returned she said "I'm not wearing any panties. You may play with my covered breasts."
I had no problem in accepting her request. So we kissed and cuddled and I felt her titties as we danced.
