I had placed the personal ad in Metroland magazine as a joke at first, in response to a conversation I had with another brother I go to school with. He had been making fun of me when I told him about my taste in women, which happens to be a bit off-beat and decidedly not Afro-centric.
"I love white women," I admitted when my friend quizzed me about why I had showed little interest in a sister who hit on me after class. "Nothing against the sisters, but white women really trip my trigger. Especially the older ones."
"Who? Like the Golden Girls?" Reggie said with a chuckle.
"Depends," I replied. "I don't mind a little grey in the bush. They're really passionate and they don't mail in it. They turn into animals, and the more straight-laced they are in real life, the wilder they get in the sack."
I explained that I had been lucky with a few white women in their 40's and 50's, but it wasn't that easy to link up with them, because at 19 I was too young to get into bars.
"Why don't you put an ad in the paper?" Reggie had suggested in jest, but the more I thought about it the better it sounded.
I sure couldn't put it in the regular newspaper, but there was an alternative publication in the area that seemed to take just about any kind of personal ad, so I invested a few of my scarce bucks at put together an ad.
"BLACK MALE, 19. Good looking student seeking an afternoon rendezvous with a mature white lady. I am discrete and expect the same from you. I'm 5'8" and 140 pounds. Write and tell me about yourself and what you are looking for."
I opened another e-mail account and put that address in the ad, mailed the form to the paper and waited for the next edition of the rag to come out.
The Thursday that the paper was published, I logged onto that e-mail account and was stunned to find that I had over a dozen responses. More than half of them were bullshit - racist rants or guys wanting me to service them, along with a couple of escort services wanting me to pay for it - but there were a couple that seemed real, so I replied to them.
One in particular caught my eye, and surprisingly it was one that offered little in the way of details, simply giving me the briefest of descriptions. No photos or anything other than telling me that she was 57 years old and that she liked the part about my being discrete.
I wrote back, telling her that I liked her style and that I wanted to meet her very much. I explained that I was a student and had neither a place available to entertain her or the financial resources to provide a place for us to party. She got back to me almost right away, informing me that she couldn't meet me at her home but would pay for a motel room.
That was fine with me, so I sent her back a short list of questions and asked her for her honest replies. They weren't very intrusive questions, but I asked her to open up a little bit so I knew what I was getting involved in. The answers to my questions came back the next morning.
"Hello Del," the e-mail read. "I'm sorry I haven't been more outgoing with you. I'm very scared and am afraid that I will get found out. Like I said earlier, I'm 57 years old. Yes, I am married. No, I have never cheated on my husband. I have never been with a black man. I don't care about color.
I am 5'4" and am a little heavy. Probably about 20 or 30 pounds overweight. My hair is a reddish brown. I will do anything that you want me to except anal sex. I can't provide a picture but I will meet you in a public place and you can look at me to see if I interest you. If you don't want to do me, you can just not come up to me and that will be the end of it. You can call me Roxanne."
"Sounds good to me, Roxanne," I replied. "Why don't you go to Central Park in Schenectady. There's a bench near the old boathouse. Be there around noon on Friday."
*****
"Not bad," I said as I looked at the woman fidgeting by the bench in the park, and in fact, the more I looked the better she got.
Roxanne might have been fudging around a bit with the amount of extra weight she was carrying, but most of it was in all of the right places. Solidly built in a Rubenesque way, she was wearing glasses and looked like she was about to face a firing squad as I approached her from the path that wound down.
"Roxanne?" I said in a soft and calm voice that still managed to make her jump when she spun to face me.
"Sorry - didn't mean to startle you," I said, trying to charm her by showing her my pearly whites.
"Del?" she said in a shaky voice. "I didn't expect you to - you're 19?"
"Yes ma'am," I assured her.
"What do we - I mean, am I okay?"
"More than okay," I said, looking long and hair at what seemed to be a big rack under a bulky sweater. "You have a car? Then let's go."
I got into her car, which was an old beat-up Toyota, and as she followed my directions to a cheap motel on State Street, I could see her hands shaking, and the tiny wedding band on her ring finger, and that got my blood racing.
When she pulled into the far rear area of the parking lot, I pointed her toward the motel office and watched her big round butt as she went across the lot. When she came back with a key, I followed her to room 14. My lucky number, at least for this afternoon.
We entered the musty smelling room, and Roxanne excused herself and went into the bathroom. I was guessing that she was going to make herself comfortable so I stripped down myself, just leaving on my boxer shorts as I jumped onto the creaky bed.
When Roxanne emerged, she was wearing all of the clothing she went in with, and seemed surprised to see me nearly naked.
"I've never done this before," Roxanne said.
"I can tell. Let's get some of those things off so I can get a better look at you," I said, and after she went over and closed the drapes I stopped her as she reached for the light switch.
"Don't be shy," I said. "Gonna see all of you anyway right? Here, I might as well take these off so you feel more comfortable."
I slid my boxers down as dramatically as I could, and since I had been tugging at myself while waiting for my lady to come out of the can, I cock was looking just about as big as it would get, even if it was still swinging between my legs.
"You like?" I grinned as I savored the open mouthed reaction to my flaccid, uncut mahogany manhood that Roxanne's eyes were bugging over. "Let's get that sweater off so I can check out them titties of yours."
Roxanne's eyes never left my cock as she unbuttoned the sweater and pulled it off her creamy white shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a long line brassiere that was more utilitarian than erotic, but that was understandable given the heavy-duty work it had to do. Her cleavage looked fantastic as she reached back and undid the harness.
"Damn!" I whistled as her gigantic jugs came loose. "Man, what a pair you've got on you!"
Roxanne's hands had come up to cover them, at least as much as her hands could manage, but she let them down when she saw I was pleased. Not aesthetically perfect, since because they were natural they had a little sag to them. The pale white udders also had some veins on the bottoms of them, but that only added to my excitement, and those nipples were crazy big and begging to be sucked.
"Look what you're doing to me," I said as I took the hand that I had been using to cup my cock with as I pulled on it, and when Roxanne grabbed back a half step when she saw my almost fully engorged cock pointing at her, I had to chuckle.
"Let's see the rest," I said, expecting to see a nice furry muff under the slacks, and when they came down and I saw the outline of the thicket of hairs pushing into the cotton of the full white cotton panties, I knew I was right.
A nice full untrimmed triangle for a curtain, a medium brown which didn't match the reddish drapes above but looked mighty inviting. I motioned for Roxanne to come closer, and she got a little tangled up when she didn't quite get the panties off of her ankles.
I moved forward to catch her in case she fell, but she managed to regain her balance as my hands caught her shoulders. Nice arms, I noticed as I held her biceps. A bit plump but solid, and her skin was soft and warm.
"You're shaking," I said when I noticed Roxanne trembling. "Don't be nervous. I won't bite, but I might nibble a little."
Roxanne smiled at that, and when I leaned forward and kissed her around the neck she seemed to be responding. I took her hand and brought it down between my legs, and I heard her gasp a bit when I put her hand on my cock, which was getting thicker and longer with each passing second.
"Let's get a little better acquainted, Roxanne," I cooed in her ear as I put a little pressure on her shoulders, and then she was easing herself down onto her knees on the faded motel room carpet.
She was eye level with my cock now, holding it with both eyes and looking like she was trying to work up the courage to put it in her mouth. I let my hands run through her reddish hair, noticing the graying of the roots at the part I was looking down on.
Roxanne was swallowing, trying to control what seemed to be heavy breathing as she knelt there. Then, after retracting my foreskin and exposing the head of my cock, which is plum-like in size and hue, Roxanne leaned forward.
"Ah!" I sighed as her mouth enveloped the head of my cock. "That's it baby. Oh man, that's so good."
After the initial hesitation, Roxanne began moving her mouth further down the shaft up my cock, and when I looked down she had managed to get about half of the roughly 10 inches slippery with her saliva, while her fist spun around what her mouth couldn't handle.
"Oh yeah. Work them balls for me," I moaned as Roxanne's other hand rolled my nut sack in her palm, and then took her mouth off of my cock so she could suck on my balls individually, making a loud popping sound when her mouth released them.
"Come on up here Roxanne," I said after she went back to sucking on my cock with so much enthusiasm that I had to slow her down before I popped a load in her mouth.
Reaching down, I grabbed Roxanne under her arms and pulled her up. Her armpits were silky smooth and slick with perspiration, which she seemed embarrassed about when she got back up to her feet.
"Hot in here, isn't it babe?" I said, noticing the stuffiness of the room.
"Nervous," Roxanne said, her face flushed a bit and still having trouble looking me in the eye. "No good?"
"You?" I asked. "No, you were too good. You know how to handle a big dick, don't you? Let me taste you now."
My hands went to her tits, and it took effort to lift the heavy pendulous jugs. The flesh was soft but not too doughy, and I could feel her nipples blossoming in my palms as I kneaded the biggest tits I had ever held.
