Charlotte Maes a Change

*This is a work of fiction! The author does not permit it to be reposted or reprinted without consent. This is the second chapter of an interracial story! If you are NOT into IR stories or have an issue with white women being accompanied by black men with big cocks then please save yourself the time and do not read!

Special thanks to Literocita members FifthEstate, DarkRaven13, and so many others for the positive comments, feedback, and encouragement!*

Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and begin to dry myself off. James comes out behind me and takes the other towel, using it to dry off his ripped body. I can't help but look at his reflection in the mirror behind me and bite at my bottom lip. His ebony skin glistened with the droplets of water and he looked like some dark-skinned muscular God. His dick hung limply between his thighs and sort of swayed as he moved. My eyes roamed back up his body as I continued to dry myself while facing the mirror. When my eyes reached his face, he was grinning back at me through the mirror and I could feel the blush rising on my skin as I quickly averted my eyes.

I grabbed a bottle of lotion from the counter and turned around moving around him to sit on the edge of the tub. Slowly I began to work the lotion into my skin, a tradition I picked up from my mother and grandmother at a young age. I might have been a tomboy but I learned from the best how to take care of my skin and hair. I kept my head down letting my hair cover my face as I worked, trying not to look at him as he stepped over to the mirror and continued to towel himself off.

"You know red, You are so cute when you blush like that," he said matter-of-factly!

My eyes widened as I looked up then dropped my head back down, "Huh, oh! I'm sorry, I'm just, not used to..." I trailed off as I began to work more diligently at applying my lotion.

I hear him chuckle, deeply as he turned to face me, "Not used to what?" he asked.

The color of my cheeks must certainly be the color of my hair by now as I bit my bottom lip again, then attempted to form an answer that wouldn't embarrass me further. "I'm usually so conservative. I've been married for," I paused for a second having to focus just to remember how long, "for 25 years. I've never been with another man besides my husband." I paused again as I raised my head, just enough to glance up at him, "And, damn, what a man!" I dropped my head as I continued, "You're so, handsome and big and virile! Like a dream or something!" Then on a whim, I pinched myself to be sure I was awake.

James laughed heartily as he stepped closer and squatted down next to my right thigh. Then he took my chin in his hand and lifted my head so that I was looking right into his deep brown eyes. "You are awake and we are both as real as we can be. And if that was a dream... then it was one hell of an erotic wet dream!"

I could feel my skin heating up again, but I did not try to look away. I was staring into his eyes and I just stopped what I was doing, dropping the bottle of lotion as my hand moved to his cheek, caressing his skin. I noticed again the clashing of our skin tones, his dark brown to my pale white and it gave me a thrill. I leaned in slowly and kissed his lips, closing my eyes as we kissed, and he kissed me back with passion. I could feel my body responding again, getting all flushed and turned on.

Then I pulled back and bit my lip again. "If you keep doing that, you're going to bite a hole in your lip." He lifted my face again and looked me in the eyes, "He smiled and whispered, "Gorgeous!" It was barely audible. He picked up the bottle of lotion and then squeezed a dollop into his hand, "Turn around and let me get your back."

I nodded then stood up as he did, turning my back to him. He slowly began to rub the lotion on my back starting at the shoulders and working his way down. I closed my eyes and yet a soft low moan escape my lips as I felt his strong hand rubbing in the lotion. When he was done, he'd covered my back and ass and down the back of my legs.

I turned around and took the bottle from his hand and whispered, "Thank you!" Then I returned the bottle to the counter as I made my way back into the bedroom of my suite. I could feel his eyes on me as he followed me, but I was too self-conscious to look back at him, so I proceeded to pick up the clothes I had strown earlier and put them in a corner. Then I stepped over to the big window overlooking the beach and ocean. I felt him as he walked up behind me, his body heat was on my back like a warm towel.

I looked at his reflection in the glass then focused on the beach again, "I hope I am not keeping you from anything," I said.

"Oh no," he replied, "But if you have some plans or need some time alone..."

"No!" I almost shouted, then I lowered my voice, "No, I just didn't want you to feel like you had to keep me company."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke, "Do you want me to keep you company?"

I didn't reply, but I nodded slightly. I felt him move closer and could feel his body brushing against mine. He slipped his hand slowly around my waist and I leaned into him, letting my head lull back against his shoulder. He held me there and I was sure I was on fire.

"How would you like to go to a beach party with me? I know a place, and you can mingle, and meet some of my friends?" There was another minute of silence then he said, "It'll be fun!"

I smiled and nodded again, "I think I'd like to get out for a while."

"Good, put on your bikini, and pack a change of clothes, just in case. Oh and don't forget your sunblock. I'll go to my room and get a few things." He turned me around and kissed me again, then stepped away, stopping to pull his swimsuit on before going out the door, "I'll be back in a few minutes," he said with a wink then pulled the door closed.

I went into my luggage and pulled out another bikini. Hot pink and more string than a bikini, then I pulled out some pink shorts and a tank top. I put the bikini on and adjusted the tiny pink triangles to cover my nipples. Slipped on the pink bottoms which were a bit more conservative than the top, and pulled on the shorts and the tank top. Then found my beach bag which held my sunblock, a couple of books, and a beach towel. I pulled out another bikini shorts and tank top and put them in my beach bag. I went to the mirror and worked my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.

As I was finishing my hair, I heard a knock on the door and realized it had already been 25 minutes since James had left. I went to the door and opened it to find him standing outside with a bag of his own. "Come in, I'll be just a few more minutes," I said as I turned back to my room. I found a pair of wedges that I slipped on my feet, picked up my sunglasses and purse, and grabbed my beach bag. "Ok, I think I have everything!"

Within minutes we were out on the road, cruising down the highway and heading south in his SUV. I leaned back in the seat and smiled as we drove. After about 20 minutes or so we arrived at this huge house sitting on the left. There were already several cars parked in the drive as he angled his SUV in and parked.

"Whose house is this?" I asked as I looked around. The house was quite expansive, with a circular driveway that allowed for a lot of parking.

"This is my brother's place," he replied and then paused looking at me, "He's quite well off. You'll like him, he's a lot like me." James pushed his door open and got out. Then he came around to the passenger's door just as I was stepping out. I turned around taking in the site of what could only be described as a mansion. You could hear the sound of music coming from the back of the house. James reached into the back and pulled out our bags and my purse. Then he led the way into the house.

We entered through the front door, without having knocked or rang the doorbell. When the door opened, the music grew louder, and the sound of people talking filtered in. James let me in and then stepped in behind me closing the door, then lead me down the entryway and into a room that opened up and lead out into a backyard that was bustling with people. Off to the right was a big grill that was smoking away and to the left a pool filled with people splashing about and a huge area where more people were dancing to the music.

Someone walked in behind us coming from a connecting hallway and startled me when he shouted, "Brooooooo! Glad you could make it!" I turned around to see another black man who could only be described as an older version of James, though not much older. His hair was beginning to grey a little, but otherwise, they looked identical. James and the new guy hugged, then the new guy looked at me with a big grin and said, "And you must be Charlotte!" He extended his hand out and took mine, leaned in and kissed the back of it, and said, "I'm Marcus, James' older brother! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

I blushed and smiled, "Likewise," I said as I looked from him to James and back quizzically.

"I called him while I was getting ready to let him know we were coming," James said as he moved to my shoulder. "I'll show Charlotte to my room so we can unload our stuff and then we will be out soon." He took my hand as we headed up the hallway and then up the stairs to the 2nd floor.

He stopped at one of the doors and used a key to unlock it and let me in. It was a bedroom, large with a huge bed, a private bathroom, and a balcony that overlooked the backyard and out onto the beach. "Wow!" I exclaimed as I did a slow circle, taking in the room. The furniture was expensive and very much to a man's taste.

"There's a bathroom beyond that door and a walk-in closet there," James said pointing out the doors as he put the bags down on the bed. Then he turned and pulled the double doors to the closet open as I walked into the bathroom which put the bathroom at the hotel to shame. A jacuzzi tub in one corner, and a glassed-in shower in the other. One full wall was a mirror that hung over a double sink with a marble countertop. I turned and walked back out into the bedroom and saw the closet, which was as big as a bedroom, though mostly empty save for a couple of suits that hung neatly on one side.

"So wait, I don't get it. This is your room, but you're living in a hotel?" I asked.

"Yeah, well, I don't live here. Most of my work keeps me in town and with my hours, being close just makes more sense. But, I keep this room for when I come out here to hang out with family and friends, usually for the weekend." James moved around the bed towards me with a smile and continued, "You can leave your stuff here, the door will be locked. And, you won't need that tank top and shorts."

I nodded as I slipped out of my shorts and pulled the tank top over my head. James let out a low whistle and smiled more brightly as he gazed over my nearly naked body, "Love that hot pink bikini!"

I blushed and tried to hide my embarrassment, "Thank you!"

He stepped closer and pulled me in kissing me sensually, I returned his kiss with as much passion. Then he took my hand, lead me out into the hall and made sure the door was locked, then lead me back downstairs and out onto the back deck. I immediately noticed that there were several guests, mostly all black men and women of various persuasions. There were several in the pool out in the yard, a few were hanging around a bar nearby. As we made our way out onto the deck, several looked up and a shout arose from many "JAMES!"

James grinned big as he smiled and waved back, then lead me over to where his brother, Marcus, was standing at the bar chatting with a lovely doe-eyed blond, "Charlotte, I'd like you to meet my wife, Tiffany, Tiffany, this is James' date Charlotte."

Tiffany, a tall blond had the shape of a supermodel, had long legs, and was slim with glowing tanned skin. She extended her hand with a smile and said "Nice to meet you Charlotte, and welcome to our home!"

I accepted her hand with a polite smile, "Please, call me Charli, and it's very nice to meet you!"

James kissed his sister-in-law full on the lips and hugged her tight, then stepped back next to me and said, "So, would you like something to drink?"

I nodded politely and said, "Definitely, a drink. What do you suggest?"

"You can have anything you like, the bar is fully stocked and it's on the house," Marcus replied as he stepped up behind me so close I could feel his breath on my neck.

I shivered with a soft sigh escaping my lips and then replied, "How about Southern Comfort on the rocks with a lime twist?"

The bartender, another handsome back man, nodded with a grin and said, "Coming right up!" James and Marcus stepped away a few steps and began talking as I stood at the bar. After a minute the bartender set a drink on the bar before me and then said with a smile, "I'm Chris, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

"Hi, Chris, nice to meet you too," I replied as I picked up the drink and took a sip, "Perfect! Just what I needed!" I winked and smiled at him, then turned as James came back over.

"Come with me and let me introduce you around." I took his hand and he lead me around the deck and pool area introducing me to cousins and friends. I noticed straight away that many of the women were topless wearing bikini bottoms and the men were all wearing shorts and no tops.

James lead me around introducing me to everyone, and I mean everyone. Then he leads me to a buffet-style table full of food. Barbecued chicken, hamburger patties, sausages, beans potato salad. We made ourselves plates and sat at the table with Marcus and Tiffany, eating and talking.

After the meal, we danced to the music, took a dip in the pool, danced some more and generally had a very nice time. The party spilled out onto the beach where the men engaged in a volleyball match while the women cheered them on. Then the ladies took a turn playing volleyball while the men watched and cheered. During all of this, I tried to stick to the shade as best I could so as not to get burned. I was grateful that the deck behind the house had an awning and the yard was decently shaded throughout the afternoon.

As the sun set, I became more adventurous, finally turning my bikini top over to the bartender who said he would put it in a safe place for later. By this time, I was well on my way to being drunk and feeling rather turned on. Admittedly, I was a little shocked when I walked by the hot tub and noticed two well-hung black men sitting on the edge of the tub while being serviced by a blond and a brunette. I turned to look at James who just looked back at me and chuckled.

We found an empty lounge chair in a nicely shaded part of the yard not far from the hot tub, with a decent view. James sat down and then I sat between his thighs, leaning back against his chest. I was grateful that I was wearing my sunshades because I could not pull my eyes away from the action in the hot tub. The two girls swapped places after a few minutes, each one taking care of the other man.

I mewed softly as I watched and shifted a little, grinding my butt back against James. My hand slid up his thigh to where his cock was making an impressive ridge in his shorts. I gently gripped the ridge and felt his cock throb and grinned to myself.

I watched the two couples as they moved out of the hot tub to a couple of loungers just adjacent to the hot tub. The two men sat down and the ladies straddled them facing them as they lowered themselves onto the cocks and began to ride. I continued to watch in awe at the depravity. To say I was embarrassed at what I was seeing was an understatement, but for all my embarrassment, I was even more turned on.

The fucking started sensually, each girl pressing their body into the men, sensually kissing them as they slowly bounced on the huge erections. Then they sat up and leaned over and kissed each other with just as much zeal as they had the men. The show became more frantic by the minute, each girl working those huge cocks with amazing ferocity.

I moaned as I watched, I could feel my pussy throbbing and wetness dripping into the tiny triangle of my bikini bottoms. James slid his hand to my thigh and slowly upwards, pressing his fingers into my crotch. I shuddered and bit my lip as I felt his fingers brushing the damp patch.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I see you are enjoying the show. I turned my head slightly and nodded as he brushed his lips over my neck. I leaned my head sideways offering more of my neckline to his lips as he pressed his fingers against my crotch. He sensually kissed along my neck sending bolts of lightening through my body as his fingers pushed the damp patch of my bikini aside and began to gently rub and stroke the lips of my pussy.

At this point, all interest in the naughty show by the hot tub was gone. My fingers deftly stroked at the ridge in his shorts as he drove me higher with his kissing and rubbing. Finally, I pushed the bikini off my legs and then turned around, gripping his shorts and tugging them down as well. I laid down on the lounger, pushing his legs wide so they dangled off the edge.

On my tummy and propping myself on my elbows, I began to stroke his god-like appendage. Within minutes it was fully erect standing proudly as I worked the length with both hands. I leaned the cock towards my mouth and began licking the crown as I looked up into his eyes proudly.

He looked back at me and smiled, "You like that big black cock don't you baby girl."

I blushed, grinned and nodded, and went back to work, twirling my tongue around his head as I gently stroked his length. Then I took the head into my mouth slowly bobbing on it. There was no way I was going to take all of that in my mouth, but I was eager to do what I could, sucking and stroking his cock.

He moaned as I took his cock into my mouth and I lifted my eyes and locked them with his as I worked his cock the best way I could. He grinned at me and said again, "You love that black cock don't you baby girl."

My eyes twinkled as I lifted my gaping mouth off his cock, licked my lips, and replied softly, "I love your big black cock so much, James." Then I returned my mouth to the phallus, wrapping my red lips around it and sucking some more as I stroked the rest. James moaned and said the phrase a third time, emphasizing the "baby girl" just a bit and I giggled around his cock, before removing it from my mouth and replying, "Yes Daddy, I love your big nigga dick so much!" and slipped it back my mouth.

"MMMM," he moaned, "Now that's what I wanted to hear! Come here baby girl, let me taste that sweet pussy!" I sat up and he stood up, removing himself from the lounger and then moving me into a sitting position, he took my place, draping my legs over his shoulders as he went down on me.

I tossed my head back and shivered in delight as I felt his thick tongue and lips, kissing, licking, and sucking on my pussy lips and clit. I began to moan out loudly as I pressed the heels of my feet into his back and gyrated my hips. "Oh fuck yes, Daddy! Suck my little white pussy!"

And he did! Without so much as a reply, he did things to my pussy that I never knew were possible! He sucked and licked and ran his tongue into my folds, then he slid a finger in as he flicked my clit with his tongue. I bucked and moaned under him, trying to clamp my legs together. "Oh fuck!" I shouted, then began repeating starting in a small voice and building, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" He just bore down more feasting on my pussy until I bucked and shouted, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

I tossed my head back and closed my eyes as I shuddered and moaned out loud. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave crashing down. I saw stars and fireworks behind my eyelids. I gripped the edge of the seat in tight fists and squealed loudly, my eyes popping open as he lifted his head and I watched as my cum squirted out landing on his face and neck. "OH, MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" I shouted as I watched in amazed wonder as I squirted again. I moved my left hand to my pussy and began to rub and caress my clit as the orgasm subsided. "Fuck that was amazing! I've never had an orgasm like that before!"