What the hell am I doing here with my white cock buried deep in her plush black bubble butt?
Enjoying it! is the real answer.
Her ass feels so good on my cock. And looking at her dimply black ass squish and jiggle as I fuck her asshole makes my cock harder.
Hell, I don't even know her last name. This was supposed to be an online dating service "meet and great" at Starbucks.
But its turned into "cock meets ass".
We met thru an online dating service. No, not one of those sex "date" sites. But one you see advertised on TV with all the happy couples that used their services.
Well, I was certainly Mr. Happy right now. She was Ms. Moanalot!
I love plump black women and a lot of them like me. Even though I'm 55, white, slim ( I work out) with graying blonde hair.
She was 48, graying a bit and had beautiful, very dark black skin. Her photos showed off her hour glass figure. Hell, I'll stop being polite. She had big fucking tits and an even bigger butt that stuck out like a boulder.
She had middle aged fluff, or 30-40 more pounds than she had in her mid thirties. Thick. But not super thick.
Her photos turned me on. But a great body aint enough for me any more. Hell, I grew out of that the hard way years ago. Secretly I wish only bodies mattered. That would make things easier.
I emailed her on the dating site, and "hotenuff4u" emailed back.
Her name was Monica. We emailed a few times, Finally I asked her for her number, she gave it to me and I called.
We talked to see if we could connect on a "friendly" level. I have strong opinions and I expressed them with her. She did the same.
We liked each other. We could at least be friends. Maybe we could have a relationship with each other.
Making her laugh over the phone was fun and real. I asked if she'd like to meet me in a dark secluded alley. She laughed and said: Yes.
So we met at Starbucks for water, juice or liquid caffeine. Nice and safe. 2pm on a sunny Saturday. For a half hour only, in case one didn't like the other. You know, no chemistry.
She looked like her photos only her big boobs bounced when she walked. We shook hands and sat an empty table. We talked, talked, laughed, talked, laughed, then got something liquid in a cup. I don't remember what.
Being a gentleman I stood behind her in line. So I could check out her jiggly big butt. It was still all curves and bulbous in the back, too.
Not a flat ass like most white womens butts her age. Or my age. I hate flat saggy butts. Makes my cock saggy.
I paid for the fluids.
Sipping, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on her beautiful brown eyes and off her huge tits. And she was showing an ample amount of deep cleavage, too!
Our half hour is up, I said.
Nooo, she said looking at her watch, who cares, I'm having a fun time getting to know you.
So am I, I said.
She touched my hand and we both smiled and laughed.
I have a confession to make. I checked your body out when we got in line, Monica said.
What do you think?
Ohhh...I like your small tight butt....she smiled big.
I checked you out too, I said. Gorgeous, sexy body.
My butts not too budunkadunk for you?
I like shelfs, I replied. She laughed. And put her hand on mine.
Boing! went my cock.
We had chemistry of the minds and of the genitals. And we both knew it.
We talked and laughed for another half hour.
I'd like to see you again, soon, I said.
So would I. When?
How about your place in 15 minutes? I joked.