Nina had always been intimidated by black men. Maybe it was because growing up she just didn't have much interaction with them, since her school (and whole town in general) had been a predominantly white population. Or perhaps it was the negative way in which her grandfather (and several other family members and family friends, too) regarded them. At the very least, Nina felt that she couldn't have much in common with a black man because of how wildly different her upbringing would have been from someone of a different race. The only things she knew about them came from television, movies, and whispers from a few of the girls at her college.
Nina never paid too close attention to those whispers, but caught enough to get the idea that black men were usually very well endowed, were a little bit more dominant than the average guy, and loved to go after white women. Now how much she really believed is hard to say, but as with most things, people fear what they aren't familiar with, and Nina was no exception.
Nina grew up in a small town in New Mexico, but was lucky enough to escape to a well renowned college in Washington, not far from Seattle. She was seeing the world through a whole different light. At twenty-one, she was old enough to be on her own, but still a bit hesitant to try new things because of her sheltered upbringing. Little by little, she was coming out of her shell and becoming her own person. She was loving every minute of it. Her new friends at college were definitely more outgoing and daring than anyone she had known before. Her best friend since starting college, Kara, was a perfect example. Kara was from Chicago and Nina doubted there was anything Kara wouldn't try at least once. Kara wasn't afraid of anything, she lived to have a good time, and was always searching for her next adventure. Tonight Kara was dragging Nina to a new club in Seattle. Nina was more than a little nervous.
"Nina, you look great and you're going to have an amazing time! Relax!" Kara made a point of turning Nina around and approving her attire. The slinky pink and black top (barrowed from Kara, of course) was a bustier style that held Nina's breasts a little too on display for her liking. She felt like they were going to pop out at any moment. The shiny black panels were interlaid with pink lace and pink ribbon. The thing definitely looked like something more appropriate for the bedroom than going out to a club. Nina had also been forced to wear a pair of Kara's skin tight jeans and sleek black pumps that she wasn't entirely sure she was capable of walking in, much less dancing. But what did she have to loose really? The old Nina would never do something like this, but the new Nina, adventurous Nina, was up for anything.
As they arrived at the club, Nina realized that dressed in anything else, she would definitely not have fit in. Every woman in the place was draped with some sort sheer, sexy, low cut number which proudly displayed their assets. At least Kara had let her wear jeans! Some of the skirts in the place had the same amount of fabric as less than modest underwear!
Kara pushed her way through the crowd and, dragging Nina behind her, made it to the bar. Nina was very nervous still, but as she sat and chatted with Kara, and downed a Long Island, she started to feel better. The music was intoxicating; a smooth, rich beat that pulsed all around her. Suddenly she had the urge to head out to the dance floor. She didn't even wait to see if Kara was going to join her, she just needed to move. The dance floor was packed. People were squeezed in all around Nina, but they all were moving to the beat. Nina found her flow and let the music take over. She didn't notice the eyes of half a dozen men on her.
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Aaron had noticed her as soon as she walked in. It wasn't her looks that drew him, not that she wasn't pretty. She had a curvy figure that had done a great job of filling out those jeans, and light blonde hair that seemed to be curly and a bit unruly at the same time. Her breasts were full and proudly displayed over the generous neckline of her fitted top. All in all, a delicious looking package. . . What had really caught his attention was her expression. She seemed a bit overwhelmed by the club and its patrons, but Aaron could tell she was fascinated. She had an innocent look about her, despite what her attire suggested.
He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She seemed to draw him like a moth to a flame. As she and her friend headed to the bar, he found himself following her. He stayed close to her, just watching. As the minutes ticked by, he realized that his first impression was right. She definitely wasn't used to being in a place like this. When she downed her drink and headed for the dance floor, Aaron followed. When she started to sway and move with the music, Aaron realized he wasn't the only one whose attention she had caught.
Aaron made his way through the crowd and slid in behind her, dancing close enough to suggest he was with her, and staring down every guy who showed interest. He made it perfectly clear that he was claiming her. As one song blended into another, Aaron could tell she was throwing all caution to the wind. She was really working her body now. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be comfortable as he tested the waters by brushing up against her. He pushed a bit further and let his chest become a wall at her back. When she didn't object he slowly slid a hand down her side, letting it come to rest on her hip. Still, she just kept moving with the beat. Aaron didn't usually push his luck with girls on the dance floor, but he couldn't help himself with her.
On their own accord, Aaron's hands moved from her hips around to her belly and then continued on to her breasts. He teasingly brushed the taut peaks and then worked his way back down. She was turning him on. As his hands found their original place on her hips, he slowly pulled her back into him and let her ass grind on his now somewhat uncomfortable erection.
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Nina knew she was being much too brazen. She could tell that a man had come up close behind her and started moving with her to the music. It was probably the alcohol, but his hands felt so good and his hard chest just felt so right pressed up against her. She just went with it. The warning bells were a bit fuzzier than normal she supposed, because this was really not something she should be okay with.
As the man's hands continued to roam, Nina let out a slight moan. He felt absolutely amazing. She was afraid to open her eyes because perhaps he was just a figment of her imagination. She let herself go with it until her ass was pulled up against something hot and hard and straining. Her eyes shot open in surprise as she realized what was happening. The stranger just continued to hold her hips in place and grind his hardness into the cleft of her ass. Nina finally came to her senses and squeaked in surprise as she attempted to pull away. As the hands held onto her, she spun around to face the culprit who was unashamedly pawing her in public. She gasped in surprise when she saw him.
Her stranger was black! He was tall and muscular. His tight fitting shirt hugged the expanse of his chest like a second skin. He had short cropped hair and beautiful chocolate eyes. His full lips curled back into a smirk as he registered the shock on her face.
"What's wrong, Beautiful? Expecting someone else?"
Nina couldn't reply. There were no words to be found in her head. All she could do was stare at the stranger. All she could think to do was escape. She spun on her heel and headed for the door. She didn't even give a passing thought to Kara. She just needed some air. What had she done? This was crazy! She didn't dance with strange men, especially not big black men. He could be dangerous! Who knows what he had in mind.
"Get it together, Nina!" She whispered to herself. What would your family say?