It is true that the color of a person is only skin deep, and we are all the same on the inside as far as organs and blood goes, but there is something truly fascinating and beautiful with seeing black skin against white.
Bree had never been with a black man before. When she was younger, it wasn't something she really thought about. She really hadn't grown up around black guys, so she never even thought of the possibilities of being with one.
Now that she was in her mid thirties and she had explored one thing to the next, it was only natural that her thoughts would turn to this; especially since she had become friends with a black man. It's true that the friendship and his personality is what brought the attraction on to start with. But then she started thinking of what it would be like to have black cock for the first time.
This started her obsession with wanting to watch black men with white women. More and more when she would search for things in her quest to turn herself on and get off, she found that she would turn to the interracial porn. She would watch and imagine it was her friend and her in the videos. That was the first draw of it for her, but then she began to admire how beautiful a black cock looked against a white pussy. The contrast of colors was quite lovely; she loved how a nice black cock stood out against the skin of a white girl; the more porcelain in tone of the girl, the better.
Her desires had turned to wanting the real thing. Her friend had sent her a few pictures of his hard cock, and he had been on cam for her a few times as well. Bree had found herself watering at the mouth more and more, wishing she could feel and taste him. Like the stereotype went, he was indeed well endowed. She would find herself glancing over the pictures and wishing she could reach out and wrap her hand around him. To squeeze him gently, stroke him softly and slowly, and finally give in to her cravings and see just how much of him she could fit into her mouth.
Now it seemed circumstances were going to let her wishes come true.
Jason was vacationing in Las Vegas for a week, and he had asked Bree if she would fly out for a couple of days if he paid the way. Bree had never been to Vegas and she figured that was a deal she couldn't pass up, especially not when she would finally get to meet him in person and be alone with him.
On the flight over, her nerves were amped so high, a combination of being on a plane (not to mention flying alone), and from thinking about meeting Jason. Though it was a short flight, she decided to try and sleep through it. She dozed off and on for a bit, and then finally decided napping was out of the question. After what seemed hours, the plane finally landed without incident and she was walking towards the area where Jason would be waiting to meet her.
With her heart pounding hard in her chest and feeling like it was trying to climb up her throat and out of her mouth, she took deep breaths to try and calm her as she walked out to the waiting area. She spotted Jason and began to make her way over to him. He saw her and began to walk towards her with a smile on his face. Bree dropped her bag and went into the embrace of his arms.
At five foot even, Bree was a short little firecracker of a person. Her long brown hair came to the middle of her back, her brown eyes always seemed to have a sparkle and playful look about them, and she had a mischievous smile that could make men weak in the knees. She was very fair skinned, with sprinkles of freckles here and there. She had been working out for a few months and though she still had the little bit of extra padding, her muscles were starting to tone up for her.
Jason stood at about five foot nine, so even though he was taller than her, it wasn't too hard for her to hug him. She didn't really need to go up on tip toes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Bree could tell his workouts had been paying off as well, as she felt the muscles of his arms and noticed his abs had started tightening up nicely as well.
She held on to him and was unwilling to let go of him right away, letting the moment help calm her a bit more, then she reluctantly stepped back and looked up at him.
"Hi" she said shyly to him.
"Hello yourself" he answered, and then laughed as he hugged her again quickly. "Flight go ok?" he asked.
"It was freaking nerve wracking!" she said. "I tried to sleep through most of it, but..." Bree shrugged, "Nerves got the better of me."
"Well, you're off the plane and here now, so no need to stress anymore" Jason consoled her as he hugged her again.
Bree stayed in his embrace as she agreed, "Indeed. And I'm so happy to be here. Can't believe I'm here with you finally!"
Jason gave a chuckle as he pulled away and reached for her bag. "I'm very glad you're here. It's going to be a fun time. That is, once we leave the airport." He smiled at her then asked, "You ready to go sexy?"
She laughed and looked down shyly before looking back up at him and replying with, "Oh, I'm more than ready."
Jason gave her a wicked grin, "Oh are you?"
"Mmmhmm" she said as she reached her hand down and took his hand.
They talked a little as they retrieved her bag and made their way out of the airport and to his rental car. Even though Bree was still nervous as all hell, she actually felt comfortable with him. She couldn't help but to look at him and take him completely in. She let her eyes wander all over him. His buzz cut hair, brown flirty eyes, kissable lips, and the light milk chocolate color of his skin. She reached her hand to his and he smiled at her as he took hold of it and held it, and remained holding it most the drive over to the hotel.
Once her bags had been brought up to the room and they had both freshened up a bit, they headed back out for a short walk to a nearby restaurant. As much as she was excited about being alone with him, they both agreed they were hungry and that it would be best to sit and talk for a bit somewhere other than in the hotel room.
Dinner was scrumptious and Bree had ordered a glass of red wine to help calm her and loosen her up a bit. It did the trick. Her being the light weight that she was, that one glass was enough to give her a light buzz, relax her, and make her feel a tad giddy. The conversation was just as good as the dinner. They had a lot of things in common, so the talking flowed freely for them.
They decided to walk off dinner a bit and play some slots before heading back up to the room. Bree warned him that slot machines were evil for her, and to not let her stay and play them too long. There really was no need to worry over that though. As they made their way through the machines, they found themselves reaching for each other's hands again and again. As if they couldn't stand to not be touching. At one point while she was putting tokens into one of the machines, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder while he watched her. He stood up straight then and hugged her tightly to him, and in that moment, she felt the press of his bulge against her ass. Bree felt butterflies and felt her lower region begin to throb. She decided it was time, they had waited long enough.
Bree finished up her game quickly then turned around to face him. "I think we're done here" she said with a slight grin on her face.
Jason looked at her questioningly. "Are we?" he asked.
"Yep. I think it's time to go up to the room." Bree answered.
Jason took her hand in his and guided her out of the casino, and they made their way back to their hotel. Once they were there and back up in their room, he locked the door then turned to face her. Bree couldn't contain herself. She leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body tightly to his, and kissed him deeply with a passion that had been suppressed for far too long. Jason returned her kisses fervently as he ran his hands down her body and cupped her ass; squeezing it, as he pulled her into him and held her there.